AN: Alright, Chapter Two, and in a pretty short period of time. I will be warning you now, Hermione and Harry will be OOC to a reasonable degree and there will be a lemon at the end. I obviously don't own Harry Potter. If I did, things would be very different.
Harry slowly woke up, having probably the best night's sleep ever had. Admittedly there was something soft, warm and very heavy pressing down on him, but rather than being uncomfortable, it was the best thing he had ever felt. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Hermione's naked breasts on his chest, the brunette snoring softly. Briefly confused, yesterday's events flashed through his mind. As he recalled his memories, the girl in question woke up herself. Yawning cutely, she lifted her head up and looked up at him.
"How are you feeling Harry?" Hermione asked, smiling down at her smaller friend. Despite sharing a too small bed with her handsome friend, Hermione was unbothered by her nudity, her massive udders smothering Harry's upper body.
"I feel much better. Like this is how I'm supposed to feel." He admitted, tentatively patting Hermione's back, making sure to stay clear of her mammoth arse.
"I feel the same way, apart from my weight, but I think I'll get used to it soon." She admitted softly, shaking her bum lightly to get her point across. Of course, this wasn't without consequences, as her bum began sloshing wildly.
"You don't think it was all those compulsion charms and whatnot on us. After all, the healer said we both had a ridiculous amount on us." Harry asked, running his hand gently through her hair.
"It had to be Harry. You told us about everything that happened at the Dursleys with no problem, you're more open with your feelings. Me, I feel less bossy, more carefree. Fuck, I'm completely naked, and my fat body is laying right on top of you and I don't care. Last night I'd be mortified if I did that." Hermione explained, laying her head on Harry's chest, uncaring of the fact one of her bare breasts was splayed out for Harry to see.
"Is there anything else you feel different about?" He asked, trying not to bring up Ron, knowing that with Hermione's different, maybe even true personality, she would definitely think differently about their mutual friend.
"I'd rather talk about that tomorrow when we have less things to worry about, as today we have a lot of things planned. Speaking of which, I think we should get out of bed." She said before rolling out of bed with a heavy thud. Raising her meaty arms above her head, she groaned as she stretched, thrusting her bosom and belly forward, the latter jiggling inches from Harry's face.
"Woah Hermione, are you not going to cover yourself?!" Harry panicked, covering his eyes, doing everything he could to avoid Hermione's boobs.
"Why bother? I mean, I don't have anything to wear, there's nothing big enough to cover all of me, as well as no confirmation about the Trace. Besides, it feels oddly good being naked at this size." Hermione admitted, doing a little dance, sending her body into motion. As she did that, she ran her hands over her gut and arse, simply enjoying the sensation of her soft blubber, even giving them a small squeeze and smack before waddling to the loo.
"If you say so. I think you got taller too." Harry said, realizing it was safe to look. Looking at her wide backside, Harry immediately noticed that she looked much taller than a few weeks ago. While she used to be around his height, he can now see she absolutely towered over him, possibly matching Ron's height of 6'1, maybe even a little taller. Now standing, this also allowed her ball like belly to hang and sway naturally. Almost like a yoga ball in size, shape and roundness, it stuck out in front of Hermione by well over a foot, nearly two, as well as hanging low, resting right below her knees.
"Oh shit, you're right. Maybe it was another spell alongside those compulsions." She exclaimed, seeing for herself that she was indeed much taller. This had to be another spell placed on her. After all, both her parents and some of her immediate family were very tall, and while she was very tall for most of her life, she essentially stalled once she made it to Hogwarts. How curious.
"Holy shit, Hermione's arse is incredible!" Harry thought, now that he had a clear view of her lard filled glutes, each one about twice the size of a medicine ball. Each cheek was almost impossibly round and smooth, with little to no sag and barely any cellulite. Easily able to fill the seat of a chair by themselves, both of Hermione's blubbery arse cheeks wobbled and clapped together at the slightest movement, sending waves throughout the lightly tanned derriere, which stuck out like a shelf by well over a foot and more than likely two.
"I can feel him staring at me, so I at least know he likes what he sees." Hermione thought, pleased with the fact Harry was enraptured by her. Feeling a bit naughty, Hermione jumped in place the best she could, feigning more stretching. This had the intended effect of her badonkadonk slapping together, making a very audible clapping sound that she pretended to ignore.
Harry shamelessly stared at Hermione's clapping ass, entranced by his best friends teasing. There was simply no other explanation for this. While it was obvious that her intelligence remained the same, perhaps even increasing now that they were free of the compulsions, there was no reason she'd act so oblivious of her actions.
"Oh shit." She grunted as she attempted to enter the loo with no success.
"What happened Hermione?" Harry asked in concern, getting up and making his way to Hermione, still in his clothes from yesterday.
"I think I'm stuck. I think my hips and bum are wedged in the doorway." Hermione admitted, and she was correct. While yesterday she could've gone through no problem, her sudden weight gain led to hips nearly four feet across, which were firmly stuck.
"Oh geez, do you want me to go get help?"
"No, just wiggle and push me through." Hermione bluntly stated. To emphasize her request, she leaned forward the best she could, thrusting her arse at Harry, making it seem larger than it was.
"What?" Harry asked dumbly, face completely red, staring at the wonderful bum presented to him. This had to be a dream, as there was simply no way Hermione would be like this.
"You heard me, just push me through. I don't mind Harry, trust me." Hermione begged, biting her lip as she thought of naughty things. Harry fondling her buttocks, maybe even spanking them, thrusting his cock into her. Trying to entice him, she wiggled her bum the best she could at him.
"Alright, if you say so." Harry said carefully before slowly bringing his hands to her blubbery buttocks. Testing it, Harry squeezed and shoved lightly at various locations and angles, figuring out both the best way to shove Hermione through, and take advantage of fondling her divine arse.
"Oh Merlin I can't believe I'm actually doing this. It's better than I imagined!" Harry thought gleefully. Hermione's arse was damn near indescribably soft and supple. The best way he could describe it was like a warm marshmallow that gave no resistance.
"Oh God this is amazing. I swear to god I'm going to snog him senseless at this rate. Note to self, waddle sideways a bit in the future." Hermione said mentally, doing everything she could not to moan in pleasure. She knew what Harry was doing and she loved it. The way he ran his hands over her sensitive skin, prodding and kneading her was driving her insane.
Eventually, all good things must end and with one final, herculean push, Hermione was shoved through, Harry's hands sinking in the malleable ass fat nearly up to his wrists. Thankfully, his grunt of effort covered up the sound of Hermione's high pitched moan.
"Alright, I'm going to go downstairs and make some breakfast? I can assume you want a lot of it?" Harry panted out, not even bothering to look away from Hermione. Wiping some sweat from his brow, Harry looked up past her humongous tits to her softly smiling face.
"Yes please, I'll be down in a few minutes." She said, leaning out the door and a bit downward, planting a lingering kiss on his cheek. Pulling away slowly, she gave him a smile before closing the door behind her, hips swinging a bit.
Blushing and hormones raging, Harry made his way downstairs and to the spacious kitchen and dining nook. Looking in the fridge, he sighed in relief at the fact there were still some things miraculously untouched by Hermione's binge. He saw plenty of eggs, some vegetables, a few different kinds of meats and a few potatoes. Pulling it all out for some omelets, Harry scrounged around for the pans and other things needed. Turning on the stove and waiting for the pan to heat up, Harry saw a note on a countertop from John.
Harry and Hermione
I filled your Mother/Elizabeth in on what happened and because of the Dursleys, who are now in custody, we are currently in the city. We should hopefully be back by a little before lunch, but you should order delivery or have lunch anyway. After that we'll be getting you both new clothes and Harry, a few other things.
Signed John
"That solves that question. I don't think they'd mind if I made breakfast for us." Harry thought to himself, wondering why exactly it was only Hermione and him in the house in the first place. Throwing the ingredients into the pan, Harry soon felt the floor rumbling, no doubt Hermione coming down the stairs.
"Oh heavens that smells amazing Harry, thank you." She praised, waddling as fast as she could to the stove. Taking a long whiff of her breakfast, Hermione shuddered in anticipation from the smell. Wrapping Harry in a meaty hug, the smaller boy felt his bones pop at the surprising strength of the obese girl. Not that he noticed, as his thoughts were focusing solely on the fact her belly was pressing him against the counter while his head was being cradled by her boobs.
"Thank you. Just pull up a few chairs and I'll bring it over to you." Harry said, accidentally giving an arse cheek a light smack before patting her on the back.
"Thank you." She thanked him before waddling over to the table. Pulling up the two chairs, Hermione sat down the slowest she could, not willing to risk breaking the wooden furniture under her 700 pound arse. Despite needing two chairs, it was barely enough, fatty hips nearly spilling over both sides, while her arse cheeks themselves oozed out and hung low over the back of the open space of the chairs
Within seconds, the largest omelet she ever saw was placed right in front of her, and next to her, a much smaller one. Sitting down next to her, Harry gave her a small smile before digging into his. Understanding the unspoken prompt, Hermione cut out and devoured a bite of the omelet, not even bothering to keep quiet as she moaned at the flavor.
"It's official, I'm making him my boyfriend by the end of the summer. Bloody hell, maybe by the end of the week." She vowed to herself as she shoved the omelet down her gullet the fastest she could, making sure to be as elegant and clean as possible.
"Holy shit, she just won't stop. I think I'm in love." Harry realized as he watched Hermione's feeding frenzy, barely managing to eat his own, much smaller omelet.
"UUUuuuurpppp. Okay, I think I'm good. We can leave the dishes for later as the healer said he's going to do something with Trace." Hermione offered as she got up, making sure not to bang her belly against the table. Now on her feet, Hermione rubbed her own gut the best she could, aiding its digestion as it was nowhere near to being full, content with listening to the myriad of sounds resonating from the pale orb.
"Brilliant as always Hermione." Harry praised as he put all the dishes in the sink. Making his way past Hermione, he sat down on one end of the couch in the living room, making sure to give Hermione plenty of room. That plan went to Hell when he looked up and saw Hermione's pale arse rushing towards him.
"Oh hell!" He exclaimed, the wind knocked out of him as Hermione, with no grace or care whatsoever, plopped her 700 pound self right on top of his spindly legs, arse cheeks jiggling against his chest and pinning him back.
"Oh God Harry I'm so sorry, that's usually my spot. Just here, give me a second to get up." She gasped, immediately trying to get up and off her friend. Before she could lift her arse an inch Harry brought his hands around her gut the best he could and held her there.
"No no, it's fine Hermione. I honestly don't mind." He admitted, more than happy to have her on his, admittedly sore lap. Her glorious arse was right in front of him, no way he would give that up.
"If you say so little man." She teased, grinding her bum into Harry, cheeks wobbling against him. Twisting herself around the best she could, she got into a position that kept as much as her bum on Harry she could, as well allowing him access to her belly. Despite the slight pain, Harry didn't mind, as it also allowed Hermione's massive tit to sit practically right in front of his face as she wrapped a bingo wing around his shoulder and head.
"Okay, I know exactly what's poking me down there, so Harry definitely likes this and finds me attractive. Just wait for tonight Hermione, we still have to go shopping." Hermione thought to herself, well aware of Harry's penis pressing up against her bottom and womanhood. Despite having 700 pounds right on top of it, his penis managed to harden, pressing into her.
"Hermione's boob is right in front of my face, there's no bloody way this is an accident." Harry thought, focusing almost completely on the bare nipple right in front of him, generous amounts of boobage sloshing in front of his face. Now that she was right on top of him, Harry could get a clear sense of scale between them, the smaller boy nearly vanishing under bulk.
"Oh for the love of Merlin, you devilish minx. You're going to drive me insane!" Harry screamed internally as Hermione adjusted her position a tiny amount, allowing more of her belly to press onto him as well making sure her boob was practically right in front of his face, obscuring most of his vision with the pale mammary fat.
"We're home!" An older woman's voice sounded through the house, no doubt Hermione's mum as well as John.
"HI mum/Mrs. Granger! We're in the living room. A warning, Hermione/I'm naked, so don't freak out." The duo said at the same time, practically reading each other's thoughts. Giggling together for a second, Hermione simply hugged Harry closer as she chuckled, inadvertently shoving his face into her boob.
"Alright, that was a pain in the arse." Elizabeth Granger moaned as she collapsed into a chair, mentally exhausted from the morning. Like Hermione and John, she was tall at an even 6 foot. It was plain to see where Hermione got her previous figure, as Elizabeth had a large pair of round breasts, each one about ¾ the size of her head, along with wide hips and no doubt a large, round rear end to complete the hourglass figure. Unlike John and Hermione, her brown hair was very short, barely reaching her shoulders, but it was plain to see Hermione got the bushy hair from Elizabeth.
"So where did you two go?" Hermione asked, barely making an attempt to cover herself. She just couldn't be bothered at this point.
"Well, the Dursley were arrested for child abuse and it was a hassle, but we got guardianship over Harry for the time being. The healer also gave us the necklace for Hermione. We're going to be honest, we're not fans of using magic people to act a certain way or do certain things, but I'm fairly certain the healer helped us get guardianship and get the Dursleys arrested, and that gets a pass." John explained, coming in shortly after Elizabeth. Handing the necklace to Hermione, he gave Elizabeth a peck on the cheek before sitting next to her.
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked, throwing the necklace over her head. The chain sunk into her fat shoulders and neck while the small amulet, which obviously held the required magic needed, fell into and vanished between her quivering breasts.
"It means that Harry can live here for as long as he wants. You can go to Hogsmeade now, we can take you places, we can refuse certain things for you and also approve them. We basically act like how a parent would for you." Elizabeth explained, giving the duo a bright, loving smile.
"That is of course, if you're fine with that Harry?" John asked.
"Y-yeah. I'd love that very much!" Harry cried, tears pooling in his eyes a bit. This was almost too good to be true. He was free from the Dursleys, he was living with his beautiful best friend and her loving parents. Before he knew it he was sobbing happily into Hermione's chest, his head and face engulfed in silky soft boobage. Hermione simply held him, both uncaring and secretly elated at Harry's face in her boobs. After a few minutes, Harry was eventually sniffling, resting against Hermione's bountiful bosom. He simply laid his head there, nuzzling his cheek lovingly against her fat tits. He took in the sounds of her heartbeat, even though it was muffled by all her fat, as well as the gentle noises of her stomach
"So Harry, is there anything you'd like to do today?" Elizabeth asked, planting a hand gently on his shoulder so as not to startle him.
"If it's okay, I'd like to go shopping. Hermione needs new clothes, I want new ones, and if I'll be living here, I'd need some stuff of my own. Oh and, if it's okay, can I stay in Hermione's room? Last night was probably the best night's sleep I ever had." Harry rambled off at a rapid pace, acting almost like a kid. John and Elizabeth's hearts broke as he talked, acting like he was a decade younger. Such a sweet kid, abused by three monsters. Hermione ran her chubby fingers through his hair, her heart calling out for her younger friend.
"That's perfectly fine Harry. Just transfigure some clothes Hermione and we'll head out." Elizabeth said, her and John heading to the loo before they went back out. Reluctantly, Hermione got off of Harry, making sure to take as long as possible, allowing Harry a clear view of her butt for as long as possible. Pulling her wand out from somewhere, mostly likely one of her many fat rolls. With a wave a brand new outfit made itself known.
Her top was a simple loose, periwinkle blue one, which as intended, left copious amounts of blubber free. Most of her arms were left free thanks to the short, borderline non existent sleeves. It also didn't cover much of her chest as well, showing off nearly all of her chest, which was thankfully clad in a dark red bra. It also didn't cover much of her gut, for below her waist her flabby gut hung freely, exposed to the world and more importantly, Harry.
Clinging tightly to her thick legs was a pair of nearly skin tight black jeans that left little to the imagination. Hugging every curve, they also emphasized her large buttocks, which strained the fabric to the point they were almost see through.
Waddling out to the front door, Harry stared at her bum, hypnotized as it sloshed side to side. Looking up a tiny bit, he immediately focused on the fact she left a few inches of arse crack exposed, which on a bum of her size, wasn't much, but to Harry, it was more than enough. He also noted that she was also wearing a red thong that was way too small, as shown by the fact he barely saw the fabric within the abyssal crack.
Shaking off his lust, Harry quickly went after her, reluctantly to no longer be behind her bum. Opening the door to what he could assume was a very nice car (he wouldn't know anything specific) he could immediately see that the back seat would be an impossibly tight squeeze. Taking a deep breath, he went around the car to sit on the other side, saving Hermione a few feet of walking. Putting on his seatbelt, he felt the car shake violently. Looking over, he saw Hermione just managing to squeeze her bulk into the back alongside him.
It took a few seconds, but she eventually made it in, just barely managing to shut the door due to her hip fat hanging out of the car. This also had the side effect of her taking up virtually all of the backseat. What little of Harry that wasn't pressed against the door, it was completely engulfed by her fat.
"Bloody hell Hermione, please for the love of Merlin, just keep sitting on me at this rate." Harry thought happily, enjoying the sensation of Hermione smothering him again. He had little room for himself, with only his head and one arm and leg free. Everything else was covered in Hermione's hip, belly and boob fat, with just one of her legs enough to cover him, not to mention the rest of her body that oozed onto him.
After a minute, John and Elizabeth got in the front, with Elizabeth in front of Hermione. With no trouble at all, the four of them were on their way, making small the whole time. Occasionally, the elder Granger would look in the rear view mirror to look at the teens, who despite the lack of room, were managing to still have a good time.
"Should we get them some condoms?" Elizabeth mouthed to her husband, clearly able to see how the two teens were acting around each other. She was a teen a once, she knew where this behavior would lead to.
"We would be bad parents and guardians if we didn't." John mouthed back, 100% in agreement with his wife. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop the two teens who were clearly in love, so better that they stay safe.
Eventually, they all made it to a large shopping center, with numerous stores of all varieties. With some trouble getting parking, they eventually were ready to shop.
"Alright, we're here you two. First things first, new clothes." John announced before getting out of the car along with Elizabeth. Harry somehow managed to get out as well, practically getting launched out of the seat due to the pressure of Hermione pressing against him. Looking in, he saw Hermione with a blush on her cheeks.
"Little help Harry?" She asked in embarrassment. Gesturing to herself, Harry immediately understood that she was a little stuck herself. Wordlessly he went around and opened her door and slowly but surely, managed to wiggle the obese teen out, nearly getting flattened when she got out. His efforts were of course rewarded with a kiss on the cheek.
"Alright, I say Hermione goes first, as the transfiguration won't last forever." Harry offered, unconsciously grabbing Hermione's soft hand with his own.
"Thank you Harry." Hermione praised sweetly, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. The group went inside and after a little bit of walking, made it to a VERY large clothing store, with more styles and options than Harry could have imagined.
"Alright Harry, me and John are going to get a few things for you and Hermione's room. We're going to get a bed last as you can just use your magic to make things easier, okay?" Elizabeth told Harry, letting him know where they'll be.
"Yeah that's fine Mrs. Granger. You'll come back when you're done?" He asked a little nervously, somewhat unnerved at the prospect of being left in such a large, busy, and unfamiliar place.
"Harry, if you or Hermione need us, we'll drop what we're doing and come here as soon as we can, I promise." Elizabeth promised, drawing the younger boy into a comforting hug. Almost on instinct he returned it, succumbing to the motherly aura Elizabeth gave off.
"Thank you Mrs. Granger." He muttered shakily, tightening his hug in slight fear. Reluctantly, he eventually let go and returned to Hermione's wide side. The duo watched as the parents eventually vanished out of sight. Slowly, Hermione pulled Harry into the store.
Harry was in awe of what was in front of him. It was almost overwhelming. Hundreds of different shirts, pants, shoes. It simply outclassed what was available in the Wizarding World by an impossible margin. While some pieces he didn't look twice at, there were a few that caught his eye that he threw into the cart. Hermione was doing the same and while she was picking out more clothes than Harry, she wasn't going overboard. After about an hour, the duo felt they had enough clothes.
"Alright, I'm going to try these on Harry, I just need you to tell me how I look." Hermione asked, grabbed a few different pairs of clothes.
"No problem." Harry said, shooting his massive friend a smile which she matched. Walking into one of the few changing rooms that barely managed to contain her, Hermione left Harry alone. Harry took this opportunity to sit down and gather his thoughts, reflecting on the past 24 hours.
"Alright, this is going both surprisingly well for once in my life, but also pretty horrible. On one hand, Hermione is absolutely gorgeous and is clearly interested in me. On the other hand, the both of us had Merlin knows how many compulsion charms on us. I mean, I'd wank to Hermione but it hasn't even been a day and I want to shag her. We're going to have to talk about that and a few other things."
"Alright Harry, tell me what you think?" Hermione asked before she opened the door. Harry's jaw dropped instantly, his eyes glazing over as he drank in the absolutely gorgeous form of his best friend, uncaring of the fact his trousers were immediately tightening.
Hermione's new outfit was an obvious upgrade from the transfigured one. While the transfigured one left some skin exposed, it ultimately was very conservative. This one threw that idea into the garbage. The very first thing Harry saw was her completely unbound gut. It was completely bare, not one inch of cloth or fabric touching it at all, leaving it undoubtedly exposed to the whole world. He sat there speechless, unashamedly staring at her deep navel. With every breath she took it quivered and bounced, almost imperceptibly but Harry could tell, small ripples and waves traveling over its vast surface.
Looking down, he also saw that she was now wearing an even tighter pair of shorts, ones that left her chunky knees exposed. Every little motion he swore he heard them creak, as they were unbelievably skin tight to the point they were basically transparent. Up top, her white blouse did very little to cover anything, showing off the same amount of cleavage as last time, only this one barely covered her arms and side fat.
All in all, if it wasn't for the fact that her necklace made it so everyone thought this was normal, Hermione would not be dressing like this at all. Not that he would have cared, as even if there was no necklace, he wouldn't mind being seen in public with her, not when over 75% of her fat was being shown off.
"How do I look Harry?" Hermione asked shyly, giving her body a dance, sending her belly bouncing against her knees, gurgles and groans echoing from it loudly.
"Absolutely divine." Harry responded immediately, not even bothering to look away from Hermione's perfect belly.
"Thank you for the compliment Harry, keep it up and I'll have to reward you." Hermione said, planting yet another kiss on Harry. Of course, since Harry was sitting down, this led to Hermione pressing her bare belly against his torso hard. Harry felt like he could die happy right there, listening to her stomach make those noises as it enveloped him in its silky softness.
"It's official: whoever put those compulsions on us was a daft moron. I'd kill to have this Hermione the last three years." Harry raged.
Eventually, it was Harry's turn to try on his wardrobe. With a few tips from Hermione, he eventually settled on a new outfit. It was a simple pair of loose jeans and a loose t-shirt, and although Hermione insisted on getting something nicer, he was adamant about his decision.
"You look absolutely ravishing Harry, I could just eat you up." Hermione teased, pressing her bosom and belly against him. Wrapping a bingo wing around him, she drew him into a tight hug.
"Hehe, you're joking, right Hermione?" Harry chuckled nervously, unsure of whether or not she was serious.
"I don't know, maybe. After all, I am much hungrier now with my, if I do say so myself, positively delicious body. Maybe I'll let you take a bite soon." She said coyly, running a fat finger up his chest. Seeing her parents, she went ahead of the stunned Harry, making sure to jiggle her bum extra wildly, as well as ensuring her thong and some of her ass crack was on display.
"She's going to be the death of me." Harry thought with a dopey grin before taking his time following her.
Once the teens met up with the parents, which Hermione thankfully shrunk their numerous bags. Stopping for a relatively quick bite to eat, in which Hermione devoured a large burger, their shopping sped up tremendously. Harry got various knick knacks and other things for himself, he got himself a few movies that caught his eye, not that he knew what they were about. Once that was done, they got him a bed, which unfortunately (or fortunately) all that there was was a king size, which they still purchased regardless.
Once they were certain everything needed was purchased, they all packed into the car and went home. Repeating the issues they had when leaving, everyone decided to keep things simple. The Grangers order even more pizza to be delivered, with one pie dedicated to Hermione, in which Harry absolutely loved it, this being the very first time he ever had it, much to Hermione's sadness. Not wanting to drag things out, the duo simply decided to magic things along. With a few flicks of their wands, the bed was set up, Harry's clothes were put away, movies organized, everything done in seconds.
"Oh boy, that was a pain in the arse. I just want to do nothing for the rest of the night." Hermione groaned, raising her arms above her head, loosening up.
"You're telling me Hermione. I just want to set up my things and relax. Anything you want to do?" Harry said tiredly, grabbing some pajamas and looking at Hermione expectedly.
"Wanna watch a movie?" She asked, adopting a 'thinking pose'.
"I've never watched a movie, so I'd love to! I'll let you pick it. I'm going to put on my pajamas!" Harry rambled excitedly, rushing to the loo to do his business.
"Monty Python, very much. Jurassic Park, can't go wrong with a classic. Horror movies, definitely not after this year. Hmmm, what to watch? I think I got it. Now, what to wear?" Hermione thought to herself, trying to narrow down what to watch out of the collection. Once she had a movie, she now had to tackle another problem, one she knew just how to solve.
"Harry, are you dressed? I got a few movies with me and some popcorn for us." Hermione asked, a VERY big bowl of very buttery popcorn in her big arms.
"I'm good Hermione, I'm coming out." Harry said before slowly opening the door, as a means to warn Hermione he was coming out. His breath hitched in his throat upon seeing her.
She was, for all intents and purposes, naked. Her lacy black bra barely managed to cover her nipples, an abundance of boob trying to break free from their too small confinement. Down below, Harry doubted she was wearing anything, as he didn't see the telltale signs, as well as the fact her belly was so big and heavy, as well as her bum so big that he really didn't see a need for knickers in the first place. The only semblance of clothing she had was a practically invisible gown.
"I think we're going to shag tonight." Harry thought happily, grinning in joy subconsciously, one which Hermione matched.
"You have the telly and VCR set up?" Hermione asked, setting the bowl down on Harry's bed.
"I think I got it right. I've never been near a telly so it's all guess work down there." Harry admitted, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Well, I helped Daddy do this a few times, so let me look down here and check." She offered, motioning towards the bed. Heeding the unspoken command, his eyes bulged out of his sockets as he drank in the sight of Hermione bend straight. He can confirm she was indeed not wearing knickers, what with her juicy bum presented right to his face.
"Holy hell Hermione, please, stop teasing me. I don't care if you break a few bones, just shag me already." Harry prayed internally, sick and tired of the stalling. Sighing, he took the bowl of popcorn and sat at the head of the bed.
"Looks good. Nice job Harry." She praised, making sure to take a long time straightening herself out. Once that was done, she waddled over to her.
"Scoot over a bit Harry, don't want me to sit on you again, right?" She teased, leaning forward onto the bed to emphasize her request. She even teased him a bit, shaking her chest at him in an attempt to coax him.
"I don't know, your bum was very soft, I didn't mind." He teased back back, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her, daring her to follow through.
"If you say so." She said nonchalantly. With speed defying her size, she grabbed the bowl, climbed onto the bed, and as if to add further insult to injury, made sure it took a long to actually sit on him. Planting her thick legs on either side of his skinny ones, she made sure her arse was all he can see, wobbling inches from his face. Once he was trapped, she began the almost painfully long process of planting her caboose right onto Harry's lap.
"Fuck, I didn't think she would do it. Note to self, don't tempt Hermione to sit on me unless I'm in the mood." Harry swore internally, although he didn't mind that much, all too happy to have her naked arse right on top of him.
"Jesus, over 700 pounds right on top of him and I can feel him pressing up against me. Alright, just play around a bit and then kiss him." Hermione thought, more than aware of Harry's cock pressing against her.
"So Hermione, what did you pick to watch?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her the best he could, fingers vanishing into the folds.
"Just a classic called Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I really think you love it." She promised, wrapping an arm around him, just as the movie started. The duo simply got lost in the film, laughing their asses off as Hermione ate all the popcorn herself.
"How did you enjoy the movie Harry?" Hermione asked, leaning back against Harry. Both of the teens were ecstatic, having a blast watching the absurd comedy.
"It was unbelievable. I just can't describe how brilliant it was." Harry said, not bothering to try and explain how he felt, as he just didn't have the words. He had quite possibly the best of his life in the muggle world, all he knew was he was loving it.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it Harry, I knew you'd love it." Hermione admitted, lightly trailing a chubby finger on him. She knew he noticed as he very briefly stiffened up.
"Yeah, I can't wait for the next movie you pick for us!" Harry exclaimed, shrugging off Hermione's advances and keeping on topic, trying his hardest not to seem like a pervert to her.
"Well, if you're willing, I have something I think you'd love right now." Hermione offered, adjusting herself so she was facing him more directly. Harry and Hermione's breathing started to pick up a little as they were inches from each other. Harry could feel her breasts and belly pressing against and pressing down on him, her fat arms pressing on either side of him, trapping him under her. Hermione could feel his cock pressing up against her. Now that she wasn't pressing down on it, she could now get a feel for how big it was as it pressed into her doughy midsection and it was massive.
"Really? What is it?" Harry asked nervously, licking his lips in anticipation. Hermione did the same, both knowing what was about to happen.
"This." She whispered before capturing his lips with her own in a hungry, searing kiss. Harry returned it with just as much vigor. Her tongue was exquisitely dancing with his as they turned themselves over to each other fully. Almost all restraint vanished as their hands caressed and groped each other lovingly and tenderly, moaning and gasping at each new sensation. Eventually, they reluctantly had to come back for air.
"That was." Harry started, still in nirvana.
"Amazing." Hermione finished, panting a little.
"I want you." Harry said earnestly, looking her dead in the eyes, emerald green staring into chocolate brown with all the love and respect in the world.
"Me too. Here, put this on. I don't want to risk getting pregnant." Hermione ordered, pulling out a condom from somewhere. Harry quickly put it on, a little surprised at the fact she had the right size before putting it out of his mind. The duo swapped their positions, with Hermione lying flat on her fat back. Her belly raised above her like a proud, sloshing mountain while her mammaries threatened to flop down onto her face.
"Alright, ready?" Harry asked, kneeling right in front of her belly, resting his chin lightly on it, using her navel as a sort of cradle. His hands were on either side of her hips, idling stroking and squeezing them, getting Hermione hot and bothered.
"Bring it." She grinned confidently. It took a few seconds, but Harry eventually found Hermione's leaking pussy, having to move her fupa a bit to find the buried treasure. Giving her stomach a few pats as a warning, Harry thrust his hard cock into Hermione's eager pussy with incredible force, doing his best to make sure he got past all her fat.
"Oh God!" She gasped in surprise and pleasure, not expecting this sensation at all.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, stopping once he heard her gasp. Hermione shook it off and looked at Harry the best she could.
"Yeah, just keep going. I've been waiting a few years for this, I won't be denied." She ordered seriously, mustering the sternest look she could. To get her point across, she started bucking her vast hips onto Harry's cock the best she could.
"Same here." Harry admitted before matching her thrusts, impacting her body with a wet and meaty slap every time. The duo were in absolute heaven, finally having sex with the girl/boy of their repeated fantasies.
"She's like living jello. Her soft belly keeps ramming into me, her boobs keep slapping together. Fuck, everything even sounds perfect." Harry thought, loving how Hermione's belly hit his chest hard with every thrust, sending vibrations throughout his lithe body.
"Hermione/Harry I'm about to-" The duo moaned, both of them feeling pressure building in their loins.
"HARRY/HERMIONE!" They screamed, both of them cumming. While Harry's condom did its job and prevented any of his sperm from going into Hermione, Hermione didn't have that option, as a massive amount of her juices flowed out of her, drenching her sweaty thighs, some of Harry's crotch and even some of the bed.
"Oh God, that was intense. Just, give me a minute, I think I can go another round." Harry panted, content to simply lay on top of Hermione's gut, allowing the myriad of noises it was making to calm him down.
"Same, just, let me lay here." She agreed, just wanting to bask in the ecstasy and pleasure. Her sweaty tits were practically right on her face but she didn't care. If anything, they made her more excited. Still horny, she merely opted to play with her own nipples instead, somehow managing to put them in her own mouth and play with them in a semi successful attempt to keep her pleasure going.
As she lay there panting, she felt something wet and warm swirl around in her sweaty belly button, making her giggle uncontrollably, sending her body into violent motion.
"Harry you naughty boy." She giggled, mustering enough willpower to see Harry was sticking his tongue in her navel, going at it like no tomorrow. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned, his tongue feeling so good as he licked every square inch.
"What, it looks so inviting. I just want to kiss your belly all day." He admitted, not even bothering to remove his face from her gut, his words being muffled by her fat. Reluctantly, Harry pulled his face up off her belly, but not before giving her belly one last lick. Starting from her belly button, he gave it one long, slow lick towards her breasts before sadly pulling away.
"Keep that up and you can kiss and lick all of me whenever you want too." Hermione promised, batting her eyes at her lover.
"Alright, you ready?" Harry asked, giving her belly a small shake.
"Yeah I'm ready. Here, let me flip over." She offered. Surprisingly, she had the energy to so, shaking the bed when she unceremoniously flopped over, sending waves through her bum.
"There we go. Alright, right in there lover boy." Hermione ordered, giving an arse cheek a few harsh smacks, sending it jiggling.
"In your bum?" He asked nervously, kneading the sweaty cheeks with his eager hands. Not stopping there, he leaned forward and started kissing her fat arse, even nibbling on it lovingly.
"Right in there big boy. Here, vanish the condom, we don't need it anymore." She said breathlessly, waving her wand and vanishing Harry's condom. Immediately he rammed it in between the gelatinous cheeks, moaning at the sensation of his dick being enveloped in pure softness.
"Oh God, this is better than I thought!" Hermione screamed into her pillow.
"Fucking hell Hermione, your arse is so goddamn amazing!" Harry cried as he thrust into Hermione's arse. Fuck, he was fairly certain he wasn't even in but he didn't care. Her ass was just too good.
"Good, because now you're the only man who'll ever touch it!" She promised, playing with her nipples as he pounded her behind.
"Oh God Hermione, I'm about to cum!" Harry moaned, speeding up his thrusting.
"Same here. Do it, fill me up!" She cried, summoning forth the very last bits of energy she had in her. Using it, she joined her lover in his thrusting, repeatedly smashing her bum into him, the sounds of meaty slaps filling the room.
"HARRY/HERMIONE!" The duo cried, cumming for the second time that night. Harry releases his load into Hermione's arse, making the older girl go crossed eyed and collapse, numb with pleasure. Harry simply fell to her side, barely mustering the strength to magic away their fluids.
"God that was amazing." Hermione muttered, pulling Harry closer with ease with one arm as she rolled onto her side and back. Hermione either ignored or relished the sensation of Harry's cum sitting in her arse, leaking out from the crack just a little.
"Yeah, it really was. So, what does this make us?" He asked, laying on top of her for once. Completely unbothered by his position, he nuzzled his head onto a breast as he threw an arm around her gut.
"Well, I think it's obvious that we're boyfriend and girlfriend now. I mean, this is something couples do." Hermione stated, idling running a hand up and down Harry's back, an oddly soothing sensation for the scarred boy.
"Yeah, I'd love that. Love you Hermione." He yawned, simply opting to nuzzle her boob a little more and give it a kiss, too tired to lift his head.
"Love you Harry. Sweet dreams." She kissed the back of his head, the tired teens smiling. Before they knew it, the duo were sound asleep, light snores and Hermione's belly gurgling keeping them company.
While they slumbered, all up and down the countryside, soul fragments from one Tom Riddle aka Voldemort were destroying themselves and their containers, while Tom Riddle himself fell unconscious from the damage caused by losing the magical link to one Harry Potter. Pettigrew could only watch his master in concern as the baby sized form he inhibited screamed itself hoarse.
Elsewhere, small silver objects located on the shelves in a certain Headmaster's office emitted black puffing smoke before remaining still once more.
AN: Alright, that was intense. Harry is already having a much better life than what canon (ugh) would give him. He and Hermione are now a couple and have given each other their virginities. Elsewhere Voldemort and Dumbledore are going to be running into problems. As for why Harry and Hermione acted the way they did, as stated in the chapter, the duo had a frick ton of compulsions on them.
One compulsion on you is trouble enough, now imagine God knows how many applied to you over the years. Can potentially rewrite your brain to the point where you think what those compulsions make you do is completely normal. Say make you love a certain redheaded jackass?
Anyway, I'm not gonna spoil much for the next chapter. All I'll say is that everyone is going to sit down and talk, some realizations will be made, and a few other things.
