Crossposting from Ao3. Adult SSHG. Fat kink / weight gain elements. Glorification of gluttony. Adult themes including suicidal ideation (no attempts), alcoholism, and super-size Fat with a capital F characters. Striving to be more realistic and nuanced than other fics of its ilk, but still intended to be a Kink Fic. You have been warned. Not intended for readers under age 18.

~fulfillment~

It had been four weeks since that fateful night with Weasley in the Great Hall, a few days since Hermione's release from the hospital wing - and just one week since Severus had proposed to her.

She had practically bounced back to her old self, and for what was worth, so had he. There was energy in his walk again, and she had a sparkle in her eye at the sight of him.

It was so strange, to have a woman look at him with something close to admiration. He was used to benevolent neutrality, or far worse.

But now, too strangely - he had a fiancee. Someone mattered enough to him that he could imagine a future that wasn't entirely desolate.

And to be certain, she was the prettiest creature he'd ever laid eyes on, bar none. Confoundingly, a reciprocal sense of gentleness of spirit emerged when she laid eyes on him.

It wasn't love, not really - but a sense of ineffable camaraderie. And that was still better than he'd ever dared to hope for.

Apparently she was having some difficulty adjusting to the idea as well.

"It is strange to think you might seek a future with me," she said, putting down her glass of sparkling pumpkin juice and sighing. "Particularly as you've been privy to the worst of my late misbehavior."

Severus quirked an eyebrow, and laid down the menu. He had opted to take them out to dinner in London as a celebration of Hermione having had seven days sober outside of the hospital wing.

The venue was a cozy, intimate Indonesian restaurant with a famous rijsttafel that had opened up many doors in Severus' gastronomic imagination. He didn't much need to read the menu as he knew what to expect from the feast he intended to order. And the chef also knew to expect Severus' appetite, and had a habit of indulging one of his favorite patrons.

"Don't let us start this again," he responded, feeling his spirits begin to sink at the idea of retreading this conversation about vices. "You are in recovery. You are staying the course. Don't malign my future wife."

This made her giggle, in an unexpectedly girlish way, and he just clucked his tongue and took her hand in his own. He held it for a moment until she returned to reading the menu.

"Now," Severus mused, settling back and placing two hands upon his stomach in an extremely comfortable pose. "You see anything you like?"

"Loads," Hermione answered, and her tongue poked out of her lip in a sedulous overture. "But I can't decide what makes the most sense. The rack of lamb sounds divine. But the bakmi goreng is also intriguing."

"Get both," Severus instructed, and sighed in pleased satisfaction. She had identified one of his favorite dishes that might not be part of the rijsttafel feast, and he was grateful for the opportunity to order even more. "Whatever you don't finish, I will."

He offered this with a resigned air, and was surprised and a bit tickled at her response: She gave him a sultry stare.

"I'm sure," she purred, and Severus suddenly felt a flutter as his stomach's soft overhang shifted, and he felt her stockinged-foot playing with his sensitive underbelly. "I like how serious you are about your appetite."

"Purely pragmatics, my dear," he offered, though inwardly cringed at his ridiculous choice of words.

"Is * this ,* pragmatic?" she asked, and suddenly he felt something glance across his engorged member, covered though it was by the fabric of his trousers.

"Oh," he breathed, his face coloring despite himself, and he felt his breathing quicken to a rapid pace.

At first, he thought it was a panic attack, until he realized that his cock was entirely too erect in the confines of his trousers, and he was deeply grateful for the long white tablecloths of the establishment.

Hm. He had never found much pleasure in the idea of exhibitionism before. But Hermione's seductive gaze and playful demeanor was almost irresistible.

He sat and tried to first ignore it, but then he decided to simply accept it, and then to perhaps enjoy it… and then Hermione was laughing, and both her feet had rested on his plump over-stuffed thighs like he was a footstool. He felt the tips of her toes softly poke into his flab, and the heels of her feet settled into his curves, and he felt his own breathing catch.

"You are tantalizing, vixen," Severus murmured aloud, and he did his best to chuckle. "The way you embrace my body, it doesn't make you blush in embarrassment. If I didn't know any better, I might imagine that you would consider me… attractive."

She overflowed with giggles at that, to the point that she started to cough. This escalated from delicate to wracking in a moment, and Severus struggled up in an instant (erection forgotten) to thump her in the back.

"Perhaps it is I that should put some effort into seduction, tonight," Severus mused as she recovered. She nodded, eyes watering, and she dabbed her lips with her napkin as she concluded the final rattles of her coughing fit.

"…That would delight me… more than you could know." Hermione took slow breaths to catch up, and she took a compact out of her purse to fix her lipstick.

Severus did his best to think what would constitute an effective flirtation. What did a woman want?

Perhaps more aptly: what would *his* woman want?

"You look particularly fetching, in that red," he offered, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek before ambling back into his seat. She looked as though she was going to being laughing again, so he hastily added, "…like you are planning to eat something particularly sumptuous ."

He meant literally, but she took it as a double-entendre, which was fair given his tone and the context.

"Who did you have in mind?" Hermione asked, her eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face.

Severus gave a thin smile in response. Instead of playing to the metaphor, he answered literally, "I think you'll discover soon enough. The feast I plan to order us both has, at a minimum, a dozen dishes apiece. I know my own appetite is up for the task, but I worry yours may not be."

Ah. A challenge to her abilities. This was positively the most effective way to get the woman squirming, as evidenced by the shift in her posture - and Severus was shocked he hadn't thought of it sooner. She was so easy, in some ways.

"Are you implying, Severus, that I am somehow *inadequate* to the task?" There was steel in her eyes and she seemed to be vibrating with eager energy.

"I never would dare suggest such a thing, my dear," Severus mused, beginning to find satisfaction in goading her a little bit. "I merely observe that yours truly holds quite a …difference of advantage."

She crossed her arms, but maintained her good humor.

"My foot," she outraged, and carefully examined her utensils. "I could drink you under the table, Snape. I dare say I could eat you under the table, too, if I have a mind to."

Severus truly didn't discount her sheer determination, but he was going to rile her up some more. A venomous, spiteful part of him that had faded to oblivion since the war was evoked by the challenge.

He gave a quick bark of a laugh, and was interrupted by the waiter softly requesting their order.

Once the man had glided away, Hermione pounced. "What's so amusing?"

"You," Severus breathed, and began to whet his appetite on a cracker left by the waitstaff. "Thinking you have a chance at beating me."

Hermione glared, and he chuckled mirthlessly. "'My very body is a monument to the profundity of my gluttony. You bear no such mark of distinction."

"Yet." Hermione removed her glasses and carefully began to pull her hair into a tight knot. It was her game face, for sure - and he was deeply tickled that he'd managed to get her so inspired. "I wager I can clear at least as many plates as you."

"A *wager?*" Severus had to laugh at this. "My goodness, woman - you *are* determined to disappoint yourself tonight, aren't you?"

She *might* have given a small growl, deep in the back of her throat - but Severus placated her by offering his hand to her. She took it with a snarl in her eyes.

"We shall see what kind of stuff you're made of," he agreed. He felt a pang of tenderheartedness in his bosom as he watched her sharp eyes scan other tables in their vicinity, as if to assess the damage her Gryffindor boasts had started for her. "I will consider your efforts to exceed expectations if you can stomach *half* the number of plates I do."

"I'll match it," she replied stubbornly, and Severus chuckled.

"So you shall, I am sure," he answered, and she nodded poutily

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They tucked into the jagung perkedel without comment; it was a deep-fried corn cake made with chopped scallion and seasoned with white pepper powder.

Severus watched with amusement as Hermione downed all four she was given within a few moments, barely allowing them time to cool in the tamarind dipping sauce. She was bargaining on eating as quickly as possible, it seemed, to trick her body into thinking it was still hungry - and Severus enjoyed teasing her by spending a full ten minutes enjoying every morsel of his serving, knowing the vigilant waitstaff would hold off until both had finished their course.

Then came a "salad" of Gado-Gado : a rich mixture of potatoes, longbeans, bean sprouts, spinach, chayote, bitter gourd, corn and cabbage, with tofu, tempeh and hard-boiled eggs, all mixed in peanut sauce dressing, topped with krupuk crackers and sprinkles of fried shallots.

Severus enjoyed watching his date pick through the vegetables with suspicion, until finally she gave it up as an impossible job.

"Don't look too closely at it," Severus rumbled through his own meal. "You'll be overwhelmed. Just relax into it."

"Relax into * yours ,* why don't you?" Hermione answered tartly, diving in wholeheartedly to answer his challenge. She ended with a clean plate, despite her hesitation at some of the vegetables, to his smile of approval.

Next came Babi panggang - a dish consisting of slices of crispy deep fried pork served on a bed of acar campur (a pickle-like salad made with thinly sliced white cabbage and carrots) over which a generous amount of the tomato sweet and sour sauce was poured.

Hermione was swallowing a little slower than before once she finished this plate - but she gave a triumphant grin as she pushed it away. "I'm just getting started," she announced with a wink as their empty dishes were carried to the kitchen. Severus gave a low grunt of approval, his chest warming with that melted butter sensation he found so addictive. This was odd, as he never had imagined in his life being in a position to competitively eat as a romantic activity - but he absolutely * loved * it.

Lumpia Semarang was next offered - a deep fried spring roll filled with bamboo shoots, dried shrimp, chicken, and prawns, served with a sweet chili sauce made from dried shrimp, coconut sugar, bird's eye chili peppers, and baby shallots. Severus could probably eat a hundred of these and still have room for more, as they were long and thin, but he was not worried about leaving the restaurant hungry.

Frankly, to finish every bite of the rijsttafel was enough of an achievement that the first and only time Severus had completed it, the chef came out and nearly wept for fear that Severus was still hungry. Since that visit, Severus had noted subtle extras interspersed between the standard courses listed on the menu. Severus staunchly believed that the kitchen would keep producing until the dishes came back partially uneaten.

And that extra labor on Severus' behalf would not be put to waste today. Indeed, he speculated - Hermione might inadvertently be a victim of the chef's enthusiasm for satisfying his customers. It seemed entirely unlikely Hermione could eat as much as Severus, and she would probably be completely overpowered by the quantity of food headed her way. But privately Severus was delighted at the trap he had apparently set for her.

Soon they were tantalized by Babi kecap , one of Severus' favorites, an Indonesian braised pork with sweet soy sauce spiced with garlic and shallots.

"I love this," Hermione murmured, finishing hers while Severus lingered over the flavors. "You going to finish that?" Without waiting for his response, she stabbed a nice large lump of meat from his plate and popped it in her mouth before Severus had a chance to answer.

He glowered, but mentally noted that he could always order a replacement as takeaway.

"No extra points for food taken off my plate," was all he said, his eyebrow raised high and incredulously.

She laughed at that, but she didn't take from him any more this dinner.

Then came Cap Cai made with cauliflower, cabbage, carrot, baby corn, mushrooms, and leeks chopped and stir-fried in a wok with garlic and onion with salt, sugar, soy sauce, ang ciu (Chinese cooking wine) and oyster sauce added for flavor. It was not long for their table before there was presented chicken with Gudeg , made from young unripe jack fruit stewed for several hours with palm sugar, and coconut milk. Additional spices flavoring the dish included garlic, shallot, candlenut, coriander seed, galangal, bay leaves, and teak leaves, the latter giving a reddish-brown color to the dish.

"I genuinely am shocked at how much I am enjoying this," Hermione mused, her face serious as she contemplated the challenging task of eating yet more. "I have always abstained from competitive eating, have always felt like it was a grotesque celebration of the mundane - but with someone who actually has table manners, it's actually so much more delightful than I could conceive."

"Oh, I can only imagine," Severus agreed, swallowing carefully. "Your young Mr. Weasley is occupying your mind then?"

"Not occupying," Hermione stated with a brusque air. "Present company compares favorably to him."

"Oho," Severus responded, and clicked his tongue sympathetically. "I am dreadfully sorry to hear that. It must have been worse than I imagined. To know your aged and notoriously cruel professor compares favorably to your love."

"Former love," Hermione corrected, her tone as prim and reproving as could be, but her eyes sparkled at him meaningfully.

There was something so pure in their toothsome evening adventure, so simple and pleasant. So peaceful and comforting. A long winter's gorge was precisely what her fatigued spirit had ordered, so it seemed.

It made him feel so strangely connected with her to know that he had successfully tipped her over the edge from miserable to vivacious. He was also feeling warmly smug, as he knew the serious dishes were only beginning, and Hermione was clearly starting to slow down her pace.

Next came Opor ayam consisting of chicken cooked in coconut milk with a spice mixture of galangal, lemongrass, cinnamon, tamarind juice, palm sugar, coriander, cumin, candlenut, garlic, shallot, and pepper.

To relax their stomachs a bit, they were next served Rawon , an Indonesian beef soup that utilized the black keluak nut as the main seasoning, giving a dark color and nutty flavor to the soup. Lemongrass, galangal, bay leaves, kaffir lime leaves, and sugar were the seasonings, and the soup was garnished with green onion and fried shallot.

Then more meat came to the table in the form of Minangkabau (Padang) beef that had a dark colour, very little liquid content, and was served with ketupat (rice dumplings woven in palm leaves).

Hermione's cheeks were red, and though the portion sizes were a mere few bites each, her eyes were widening and her pace was becoming slower.

"…How many dishes are there?" she asked, puffing her cheeks out a bit with a sharp inhale.

"I never quite know," Severus preened, seeing her struggle with a perverse delight. Her inexperience at binging was beginning to take its toll; she was looking a tiny bit pale aside from her ruddy cheeks. "If you would concede, it will be over."

"No chance." She took a deep, painful breath and then erupted in a determined, fierce belch not dissimilar to a lion's roar.

The other guests in the restaurant didn't cast a second glance, happily for her embarrassment; the type who frequented this establishment's tables were too tactful.

Regardless, her exhibition granted her more motivation to tackle the Sate Ambal chicken: the sauce based on ground tempe, chilli and spices, accompanied with another couple ketupat . Hermione glared at her companion as he watched with amusement.

"I already had one of these," Hermione said with some trepidation, gazing at the dumpling on her plate.

Severus, ever the glutton, snatched the thing from in front of her; it went straight into his mouth and he grinned after his swallow. She was clearly affronted by the gesture, and he delighted in her grievance.

"I thought you might want me to do you the favor of removing it," he stated in a sly manner, and he chuckled as her lip curled downwards.

"Don't tease me, Snape."

He didn't answer; he just smirked and began ploughing into his serving of Sate Madura . Made with mutton, the recipe's main characteristic was the black sauce made from Indonesian sweet soy sauce/ kecap manis mixed with palm sugar, garlic, deep fried shallots, peanut paste, shrimp paste, and candlenut.

This dish was followed by Telur balado – hard-boiled eggs sautéed in chilli sauce, arranged in a garnish to complement Tahu telur – a tofu omelette.

Oh, Severus was beginning to feel sated, at long last. Hermione was truly slothful in her consumption now, but trudged through bite after bite with a sickly sheen in her eyes. She was grotesquely overfull, but her stubborn spirit kept her going forwards.

More fool, her! Severus cackled inwardly. But he had to admit he was impressed at her valiant attempt to keep up with him.

She finally seemed to come undone at being given Semur Beef and potatoes simmered in sweet soy sauce, with garlic, shallot, nutmeg, cloves, and cinnamon, topped with fried shallots.

"Oh gods," Hermione groaned, laying down her fork with a sense of finality. Severus watched with a triumphant smirk. The woman was rolling her hips around in her seat, trying and failing to make room in her stomach, which was extremely taut and fit to burst. "I can't."

"If you can still speak, you haven't outdone yourself quite yet," he said in a soft, soothing voice. "Come. Let me help you."

He stood, careful not to jostle his overstuffed stomach too much, and he moved his chair to sit next to her.

"My beautiful lady," he breathed, and he pressed a kiss upon her cheek. "Open your mouth."

She did as she was told, bless her heart, and she moaned as the obvious thrill of being spoon fed by her lover.

"That's right, sweet creature," he answered her sound, and she made another contented, slightly protesting noise as he brought another bite to her lips.

"Just a touch more." He made a great show of licking his lips, savoring the sight of the large chunk of meat, and practically dangling it in front of her nose. Then, with a puckish grin, he tucked it into his own mouth, and she pouted with a vengeance as she watched him chew.

"Oh, are you disappointed?" he asked, and smiled as she squirmed with discomfort. "Oh, what a shame. Poor little girl wants to finish her food, but she doesn't have any room left. How sad. Of course it is only sensible that I should help her."

With great showmanship, he took another couple bites off her plate, and she rocked her hips side to side, as if that would do anything other than make her nauseous. Desperate novice.

"You think you can manage another bite, so you?" he asked, toying with her. "Well, perhaps so. I see how hard you are trying to make the room."

She nodded with a sickly look, and pressed the top the crest of her stomach - as if to hold in her current digestive contents.

"Oh, it's a bit of a stretch for you, isn't it?" Severus went on, his cruel streak emerging in full force. He gave a harsh laugh, and slapped her distended stomach with a demanding gesture. "You can't possibly best me, Granger. My belly has far greater volume than yours - after years of careful cultivation, of course."

She gave another belch, this one paltry and squirming, and then she seized her fork from his hand and stuffed it into her mouth. She gazed into his eyes the whole time, and did not blink.

"You think you impress me with that show of bravado?" Severus scorned, making himself busy with his own cutlery. "How naive."

"Fuck you, Snape," she ground out, massaging the top of her gut to try and will room.

"Perhaps you will," he quipped in response, and he propped his head on his hand in a motion to demonstrate his interest. "You know, I do rather fancy you. Perhaps we should make a go of it."

"I'm your bloody fiancée," Hermione answered, her tone not humorous in the slightest. She then stuffed the final bites of potato into her mouth, and breathed in slow, shallow breaths.

"Dear, dear," Severus tutted, slipping back into a reverie of enjoying his food.

It took a few more dishes of food, of which he scrupulously cleaned both his own plate and hers, in order to grind down his own gastronomic machinery.

And so finally, dessert was served. After a fruit plate, and an assortment of exotic sorbets, there was the final closing dessert: pisang goreng - fried bananas with cream, powdered sugar, and jam.

He could barely help himself to another bite himself, but he vanquished his dessert with a few determined puffs of exhalation.

But in a sporting manner, he decided that Hermione was clearly in need of a few bites. So instead of eating her final dessert, he began to feed her.

"That's right, dear lady," Severus purred as Hermione's mouth opened despite her apparent better judgment.

She licked greedily, permitting the sweetness to enter her mouth, but she did not seem convinced of her ability to swallow.

"Just let it happen, Hermione," he continued, and delicately ran a light hand over her stomach. She tensed up immediately, so he just placed a hand on the very top. Once settled, he smoothly ran a hand across the fabric of her shirt, just gently moving with the flows of her breaths as she tried to get the acid threatening her throat to abate. "Just let your stomach settle and do its work. You have demanded much of it tonight - be gentle with it."

"I am." She wasn't happy, but there was a sense of resignation in her face. She knew she had lost, but she had put on a great show.

Severus fed her as much as she could tolerate of the dessert, and then put away the remainder. Feeling quite satisfied and full, and rather buzzed, he quietly paid the check and escorted her home, a hand in the small of her back as she walked.

"I have *never* eaten that much in my life," she said as she settled down on the sofa in her apartment at the castle. She was still looking a little Ill, but she was clearly elated by the whole thing. "Is it normal to feel a bit…. Tipsy?"

She hiccuped and Severus chuckled - though not too deeply, lest he lose his own supper.

"I think so," he replied, and pressed a kiss upon her head. "I will leave you to your kneazle, unless there is anything else I can assist you with."

"Aren't you coming to bed with me?" she demanded, and he sighed with some relief. His mast was tight in his trousers, and while he had been *hoping* for companionship tonight, he would never assume.

"At your pleasure, my dear," he purred, and he appreciated the way she stood up with effort, then stalked to her bedroom.

"I need to get these pantyhose off anyhow," she remarked, and he just laughed at her casualness.

Soon enough, both of them were making *very* different kinds of noises.