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.

~normalcy~

"I don't understand… how you and I are so compatible," Severus said through a relaxed yawn. They were well tucked beneath Hermione's quilts, rosy with afterglow. His cock was still residually twitching with the release of sexual energy, and Hermione clung to him like… he was still attached to the image of her being a barnacle on him, the whale.

Particularly given the delicious suction with which she seemed to lavish him. During their interlude, she had sucked his cock with a profound sincerity that made him want to curl up into a cinnamon bun - bashful, delighted, warm, and contented. Then once she grew bored of teasing him, she slipped herself onto his member, and her vaginal walls held his cock in a vice-grip that expertly maneuvered up and down his shaft. And all throughout, she seemed to treat his body like he was a delicious roast suckling pig, as her tongue and teeth left the skin of his belly and thighs tingling.

Now, her hand curled around his scrotum, gently squeezing and releasing in a way that made him feel pangs of almost-hunger - though if that hunger was sexual, gastronomic, or otherwise, he knew he was sated. There was not a thing in the world he needed other than to rest and recuperate in warmth and perfect repose.

He felt like his entire body was a puddle of melted butter, and as her fingers danced across his body, he shuddered and writhed at the sensations.

"I need you inside me again," she breathed, jostling his bollocks with the firm authority of a cook wielding two hard-boiled eggs. "Are you warming up?"

He groaned, and did his best to will his cock into a state of tightness. It inflated a bit, but he could not sustain it.

"Do that again," she breathed, rising up and straddling his thighs. There was a smirk of pleasure as her fingers began to pulse, stimulating his testes with the particular fire of a highly aroused young woman.

He dedicated the fullest of attentions to tensing everything below his waist, and his oft-neglected abdominal muscles gave notice of their protest. But he was stiff enough for her purposes, and her slick cunt slipped neatly onto his pert rod.

"There we are," she breathed, and he deflated again almost immediately as she gave the subtle cue for him to relax. "I just want you inside me. That's right."

He nodded, unable to speak for the swelling of lust in his throat, and he felt her tighten around his base in that delicious, aching way of hers.

"Fuck," he groaned with a loss of inhibition, feeling his hips buck of their own accord. But the tenderness of his tip forced him to acknowledge the inevitable. "I can't get there a second time."

"No need for that," Hermione breathed, her eyes closed tight and her face straining. "I am…"

Her sentence was interrupted by a low growl that made Severus' heart soften and his own nerves tingle. As she shook with delighted rapture, he held his breath and pulled at the vacuum she created with her vagina, creating further exhilarating tension.

"I need you," she breathed, her words catching as they left her mouth. "I… I… I…"

Then she crashed into the orgasm; from what he could tell it was her third or fourth of the night, and he twisted his hips just reimagining the sight of her release.

"Yes," she breathed, and then with a final effort of tension, she relaxed in a slump on top of his belly, splayed like a kitten across his plush self. The pressure was a bit heavy on his upper stomach, but her weight was distributed enough that he wasn't too uncomfortable. Her cunt twitched as his member started to slip out, but she did release his overstimulated organ.

"You ever been with a prostitute?" Hermione asked, her voice incongruously dreamy.

He coughed, and waited for her to remember that she had taken him on his very first actual sexual expedition. It took her a moment, and then she laughed uproariously.

"Oh, how stupid of me. Of course not." She pressed a heated, wet kiss onto his cheek. "You innocent little boy, you."

"I have thought about it," Severus answered, feeling his face heat at being jollied in this manner. "During the rare occasions I wasn't too busy to think about sex, I never managed to work up the courage."

"Poor sweetheart." She kissed him again and readjusted to upright, and then he felt her dampness begin to rub against his bare stomach. "I can see you now, skin and bones, starved in every way imaginable."

"Indeed." He felt her wrestle with her labia majora with one hand, trying to get precisely the right angle. Her lips had difficulty sliding and staying open in the way she desired, though, and finally with a frustrated huff, she grabbed his hand and directed him to work on her equipment.

He was getting better at it, thank all the gods, and it made him smile in the dark as he saw her back arch, her head tilt upwards, and her well-bloated stomach jut outwards. It was a glorious sight, one that he felt could only be done justice by a Renaissance master. Even still, he wondered if anyone else would see the beauty in their union. It seemed impossible that their sexuality could be appreciated outside of their own two selves.

It startled him to realize that he was actually including *her* in his sense of perversity. He didn't see himself as being the lone depraved animal anymore, he recognized with a wave of relief. Finally, he was beginning to see her as more than just an emotionally impoverished limpet, attaching herself to the first convenient man with worse self-esteem than her and contorting her own identity for his approval.

It was strange: she made him feel almost normal .

"Do you wish that I had… taken some comfort with a woman of the night?" he asked, feeling his heart flutter precipitously as he awaited her response. He wasn't sure how to interpret her question. His hand faltered a bit as it started to cramp, and he tried to maintain his stride.

She didn't seem to begrudge him the lapse - she just bucked all the harder when he hit that same * perfect * spot inside her.

As she came across him, in a glorious mess of slickness and moisture, she sighed and slid off him in an exhausted, triumphant manner.

"No," she answered, with a kiss on his lips. "I enjoy the idea of me taking your manhood too much for that." She smiled and sank deeper into the pillows, and chuckled sweetly. "I do like imagining being the one to take you, though - in a brothel. Your first time, and my fifth visitor of the night. But you would be my last of an evening." She licked her lips dreamily. "You, who from the moment I laid eyes on you - I knew I wanted to savor the experience."

"Hm." He felt himself get a little bit self conscious, but he kept his tone neutral. Being reminded of his own inexperience made him feel awkward as hell.

That, combined with the pleasant implications about his preponderance, made him flush and stammer.

"…What about me caught… your eye?" He tried to breathe deeply and maintain his equilibrium - and not succumb to outright panic.

She giggled, and wrapped her arm around him, pulling herself closer to him.

"A little bit of this," she said, pressing her fingers against his soft cheek, which gesture was followed by a firm and effortful kiss on the lips.

He felt his heart begin to buzz like a bumblebee, but in a nice way, and he couldn't help but smile.

Having successfully lured him into a false sense of security, she chuckled, "And then a little bit of this ," which pronouncement was accompanied by her pinching at his buttocks coquettishly.

He felt his thighs and glutes tense up, but only because the stimulation was also pleasing his cock.

"And then a little bit of this !" she elaborated, her hand wandering back to his front, and all of a sudden, like a cat pouncing on a mouse, her fingers dove beneath his heavy overhang and grasped at his flab. She proceeded to shake his whole jellylike belly, and gods he wished he wasn't completely spent already because he loved this .

He felt the painful prickle of his cock fighting his refractory period; he was desperate to harden but feeling almost completely empty.

Some part of him recognized there was a tiny amount of libidinal fluid still available to release. But this part also let him know that the only means of satisfying his biological urge would be… by his definition, unconventional.

And he was scared at what his mind seemed to be leading him towards.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, intuiting his discomfort.

He took a deep breath in and out, and then managed a confession. It wasn't precisely the right confession, but it was a start to breaking the dam.

"I feel like… if I had ever worked up the courage for such an expedition… I might not have become quite so…"

He left the final word choice unsaid. Hermione still was holding tightly onto the underside of his belly, kneading his flesh with sensuous, gentle pressure. In response to his trail-off, Hermione gave a soft slap on the crest of his belly with her free hand.

"Rotund?" she asked with a giggle, and elaborated with good humor, accentuating her words with her hand's continued contact on skin, "Portly? Enormous? Corpulent?"

Both her hands were investigating his flesh, and the sensations were making him woozy as the blood kept rushing to his nethers.

"Tell me, my dear. Don't be subtle with me. There is no point. I know the full extent of your wickedness."

He flushed and felt his forehead with the back of his hand. He had been sweating exhaustively throughout their activities, and it was both a point of discomfort and of scintillation. His body temperature was rising now again as he struggled against the roiling sensations inside.

"Enormous," agreed Severus with hesitant accord. "I cannot help but feel that, had I known a more… varied diet… of carnal pleasures as a younger man, I might have avoided… the trap of overindulgence that contributed… to my current size."

He felt breathless and a bit lightheaded at this tiny glimmer of vulnerability, but she seemed not to register his embarrassment.

She couldn't know there was a double meaning behind his words. It shamed him to even pronounce words that could potentially suggest at his second meaning.

Carnal pleasures indeed.

Instead, she laughed outright at this proclamation and clapped her hands. "What an interesting speculation," she offered, and smiled at Severus with the fire of worshipful appreciation. "It is also possible that instead, if your appetites were stimulated earlier… it might have contributed to an even greater… presence?"

The thought was one that he hadn't considered, as he so often associated his enormity with the sublimation of unfulfilled sexual passions. He wondered if she was right - if he had an earlier sexual renaissance, might he simply have discovered his obsession with eating earlier? Perhaps it was possible that his predilections began earlier in his history than he tended to recall.

He couldn't tell, in the heat of the present moment especially, so he just relaxed into the sensations of her rubbing his stomach with gusto.

The hair in his arms stood up as she touched all along the swells of his belly, particularly as she lingered at the place where his fleshy overhang began.

"Yes," he hissed in a manner that belied his pleasure, "there."

One hand of hers kept teasing the soft skin of his abdomen, and in response, another part of him was growing harder and more vocal.

"I can't," he moaned into the sensations with which she enthralled him.

" Mister Snape. " Her affected Continental accent startled him enough to make him laugh. "Might you remember that I am not doing this for your pleasure, dear, but for mine ?"

"Of course," Severus answered, feeling rather uncomfortable. He proceeded to squeeze his eyes shut tight and attempted to will his cock into submitting to his goals. He wanted so much to be able to please her for more than a single measly time per evening. It just struck him as tremendously unfair that his equipment was not up for the task.

"If I can't, though," he breathed, "then I am prepared to do whatever is necessary to make certain of your… satisfaction."

She chuckled at this, as if she already knew all the things he would be willing to do. "That's why I like you, Snape," she offered, and smiled at him in appreciation. "You don't give in easily."

"To a fault," he parried, though he felt a honey warm glow in his chest at the observation.

They basked in the intense heat of the moment, then abruptly she asked, "What do you need, love?"

Love. Had she not been so bold as to use that poignant word, he might not have answered honestly. But the sudden rush of intimate intensity bowled him over, and he felt his resistance completely cede. It dropped heavily like a bottle of flobberworms onto flagstones. The scale suddenly tipped from his desires being perverse, shameful, and impossible to them being within… normal limits for the human experience, perhaps.

Anything being normal about him felt very new indeed. It felt like standing on an iced over pond in early spring. Did he dare test the strength of it?

But as he felt a deeper, baser need arise, he realized he had no choice. He needed her to know what he wanted. Even if he risked spoiling it all, even if she rejected him and laughed at him, even if the truth was he was perverse and grotesque and that awful boy he'd always been taught to believe he was… he needed to ask. She would be the final test that would prove his acceptability.

"Help… me…" he whispered, and took her hand in his own.

Thank all the gods in the heavens, earth and oceans - she seemed to understand he couldn't ask for what he needed in words.

Instead, she relaxed, saying, "Show me?"

Then, with his heart pounding harder than he could ever remember it doing, he delicately guided her to touch his perianal region.

" Oh. "

Now the moment of truth: would she shy away from him, indulge him with tolerance?

Was he just an ungrateful sod who demanded too much from their fragile relationship?

She experimented with a delicate finger, and his breath choked in his throat.

"There we are," she murmured, as she began to circle his opening.

The moan emerged from his mouth before he had a chance to stifle it.

She giggled, and before he knew what was happening, she had slipped a pudgy finger inside, and as he jolted at the stimulation, she clearly delighted in the experience.

"Is that good?" she asked, and oh, he felt so very small, and wide-eyed as a fawn. He nodded so quickly that he knocked his teeth together, and he shook with the impact. And while he still couldn't let that final surge of harbored energy emerge, he was certain they were headed in the right direction.

She kept on touching him, stirring the inside of his anus with such a sedulous, firm touch, it made him realize that she was no ingenue. She knew things that most girls - women - didn't. It was painful to think of her with other men, but where else would she have learned to touch him… so… perfectly… like…

"Now," he breathed, and gestured helplessly for her to mount his hips again. She didn't need to be reminded, and she slid onto the hard mast of his arousal. She was tight as before, but he realized as she rode him, both her hands were holding for dear life on his flab. But he was still bucking and squirming like a rabbit, so he deduced she had somehow put some kind of charmed dildo inside him. The stimulation was truly delectable, and he moaned and groaned at the sensations.

And then finally, with great effort, he was spent, and he was incumbent on the bed, unable to raise a finger to do a single thing more.

"That's right," she purred, draping over him like a wet noodle over a lump of burrata. "That's my sweet little boy."

He squirmed at the comment, releasing just the tiniest bit more heat and fluid from his member. Severus couldn't remember feeling so utterly and completely spent, and it was glorious.

It nearly made him scream aloud, as she added, emphasized with a delicate kiss on his nose, "Later, my dear - I will fuck you ."

"Please," he said, nearly in tears as he shuddered with further unsuspected aftershocks of pleasure. "Please, please, please..."

"You are such a good little boy, to beg so prettily," she cooed, stroking his cheek with genuine affection. "Your mistress will take care of you, sweet dumpling."

He groaned, aching for more release where none could be found. She just laughed, and doted upon him with further kind condescensions until he was sound asleep, a shy and hesitant smile on his face.