Chapter 2: "Be Careful What You Ask For"
"Harry! What did my future version look like?" Hermione was starting to sweat. Nobody cared that I had just created a bigger puddle than a puppy's accident. Maybe Mrs. Weasley would walk in, see the mess, screech, and give me an excuse to flee. The love seat squished as I shifted position.
"You were lovely, Hermione. Remember that cute, round face that you had the first year? Yeah, that was back. You were really, really cute." Save me, Lord. Save me, Mrs. Weasley. Hell, even Voldemort would have looked good at that moment.
Hermione looked like she was having a panic attack. "What did my body look like?"
Ron and Ginny looked at me with obvious distress on their faces. They knew what was coming. Nobody mentioned the puddle of pee in front of me.
"You had big torpedo breasts that stuck way out. They were spectacular. They jiggled. They wobbled. They bounced. I was hypnotized. Your upper arms were three times as big. You had big, wide, flaring hips. Your butt was enormous and bounced. You had a big, perfectly round belly in between your boobs and your crotch that stuck out and propped up your boobs. Your belly button was such a big, deep black hole that it showed through your dress. Your belly made a perfect display shelf for your boobs that extended way beyond the belly. You had what looked like a mile of cleavage. You were at least 110 kilos, probably 120 kilos. You were the prettiest, sexiest-looking fat girl I have ever seen. You looked fabulous in an empire-waisted dress. You were a fantastic kisser." I winced. "I was really turned on."
Thunk! Hermione fainted. Face-first into my puddle. Nice aim, Miss Future Fatty. I figured I'd better pick her up before she drowned. Ron jumped up to get some towels. I sat in my puddle of self-inflicted misery.
End of Chapter 2
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