I don't own Harry Potter. Hogwarts starts at age 13, and began in 1993 in this fic. So Harry is currently 15, almost 16 in the year 1996. Ultimately trivial knowledge but I should clarify

The day was finally coming to a close, sun starting to go down, but not soon enough for the lone teen boy sitting in the living room. The room felt unbearably warm making him all the more uncomfortable. He was longing for any form of a breeze to come cool him. The source of his heat was mostly due to one fact: puberty.

As a 16 year old male, one Harry Potter was finally noticing the girls around him. He'll admit he wasn't the brightest teen out there but he wasn't daft. He was aware of the effect girls had on him. He'd catch peeks of their growing breasts, widening hips, bums, all that. Especially one in particular.

One of his best friends, Hermione Granger, had an intimate moment together a few weeks ago, one that was burned into his memory. In an effort to save his innocent godfather, the duo had to ride a magical hippogriff, with Hermione clutching onto him from behind tightly. It was at that moment the dreams started happening.

The fact her surprisingly large breasts pressed against his back, the few moments where she'd grab onto him, and the times he'd accidentally grazed her bum, it was enough that Hermione was the subject of his daily 'fantasies'.

He was alone for the day, the Dursley decoding to go out and leave him to suffer in silence. If anything, this was a blessing, as it gave him a chance to cut loose in his wanking. In the living room, trousers at his ankles, Harry fully focused on the mental image of his best female friend. Hypnotic breasts that could fill his hand, a jiggling bum with arse cheeks the size of her head, just enough of a pot belly for him to squeeze.

Just as he was nearing climax, the phone suddenly rang. Knowing he was the only one home all day, he pulled up his trousers and picked up the phone.

"Is this the Dursley residence?" An adult males voice asked. Just from the voice alone, he could tell this was someone he didn't want to mess with.

"Yes this is the Dursley residence, can I help you?" Harry answered in monotone.

"Yes, I need to speak to Harry Potter, it's an emergency, regarding Hermione." The voice asked desperately and in a panic.

"I'm Harry Potter. Is everything okay with Hermione?" Harry asked just as desperately, worried about his best friend.

"Oh thank God. Listen, I'm her father, and I don't know what you have to do, but I need you to grab one of your doctors and bring them over to our house right now!" He said rapidly, Harry almost not understanding due to how fast he was speaking.

"Why, what's going on with Hermione?" Harry nearly shouted, the fact his friend was in danger and he didn't know why or how freaking him out.

"I don't know! She isn't dying as far as I know but I know something isn't right in the first bloody place! She's my daughter, I love her, and I don't want to lose her!" Hermione's dad explained.

"Okay, okay, just, please, tell me where we need to go." Harry asked, realizing that this wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm sorry, just, this is our address, and please hurry." He said before hanging up. Grabbing his wand a few things, as well as letting Hedwig out, Harry immediately summoned the Knight Bus. Before the driver could say anything, Harry immediately ordered him to Saint Mungos so he could grab a healer. Within minutes, Harry and a plain looking, forgettable male healer were dropped off in a very nice neighborhood, no doubt belonging to the muggle upper class.

"This is the place?" The healer asked, looking at the expensive looking home in appraisal.

"That's what Hermione's dad said." Harry muttered, still somewhat doubtful that this was Hermione's home. This wasn't a home, this was a manor. One he fully expected someone like Malfoy to own. It was easily twice the size of the Dursleys house, and while the outside wasn't that impressive, the fact that it was in an area that was clearly expensive made his head spin thinking. She even had her own pool. The front door opened and a middle aged man started jogging out. While he wasn't extremely muscular, he looked like he worked out and stood nearly 6 feet tall. What caught his attention was that he had long, dirty blonde hair just reaching his shoulders.

"You Harry Potter?" He asked a bit breathlessly when he made it to them.

"Yes I am." Harry answered immediately, making Hermione's dad stare at him.

"I can see why my daughter likes you. Alright, I assume you're the doctor?" He appraised before turning to the older wizard.

"Healer!" He corrected rudely.

"Who gives a shite! My daughter is in there suffering from something magical, now please, just go in there and do your job!" Hermione's dad snapped back, pointing the healer into his house, who huffed before rushing inside.

"Ugh, thank God. That's a weight off my shoulders." Hermione's dad said before collapsing tiredly onto the lawn. Realizing he couldn't do anything but wait, Harry plopped down next to him.

"If I may ask sir, what happened to Hermione?" He asked.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure. Me and her mum, oh by the way, I'm John, left early this morning to get to our practice, so if something was wrong then, we wouldn't know. Anyway, I came back early as we had no other appointments and Elizabeth was still working, so I came back to change clothes and run some errands. I came inside and the first thing I saw was we were out of food and the sound of someone eating noisily. Now, that's when I knew something magical happened. As you can see, we have a big home, and therefore, we have a big kitchen and a lot of food. If there's not one scrap of food in the house, Hermione is the only one here, and the only noise in there is someone eating like their life depended on it, I knew this was something magical." John explained, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"So why did you call me?" Harry asked, honestly confused about that.

"We have no way to contact your healers, and I hate to say this to you, but I didn't like your other friend or his family. Hermione would tell us about, Ronald was it, about the way he treated her over the years, and I'll be honest, I don't like him at all. Look Harry, I can't go around telling you who to be friends with, but as someone who's been around awhile, listen to me when I say that just because Ronald is your friend, doesn't mean he's a good friend, let alone a good person. Just look at the way he treats others as an example." John advised sagely, giving Harry a gentle pat on the back. Meanwhile, Harry was thinking.

While he wanted to ignore what John said about Ron, he couldn't help but think that he might be right in some way. For the three years he and Ron were friends, he couldn't exactly ignore how Ron treated Hermione. From the Halloween that brought them together all the way through now, he'd admit that Ron treated Hermione worse than he did to him. He might have to ask Hermione about it.

"Sweet Merlin, that was the worst one yet." The healer said as he walked out of the house, shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

"Is everything okay with Hermione? What happened to her?" Harry demanded, shooting up to his feet.

"I'll be honest with you two, Hermione was one of the few witches documented so far that caught a rare disease. Erysichthon's Touch." the healer said.

"Like the story where the king ate himself?" John asked curiously.

The healer rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Well we chose the name since it was mostly fitting to what the disease does in the first place."

John grew even more concerned at the implications of a disease being named after an autocannibalistic glutton.

"What does it even do?" asked Harry worried for his friend.

The healer looked at him and John sympathetically, "What it does is make the witch in question have an insatiable hunger, and forces them to do whatever they can to try and stop it. Of course, this means that they'll be eating whatever food they can get to in massive quantities, and turn it into fat."

"So what does that mean for Hermione?" Harry asked nervously.

"Unfortunately, Hermione will, for the rest of her life, weigh a little over 700 pounds minimum. No amount of exercise, dieting or any magic will bring her any lower than that weight." He said a bit nastily, as if the very idea of her disgusted him, however, if he hadn't just come back from helping a few other obese witches he'd act more professional.

"Is she okay though?" Harry asked.

"Other than her newfound size and weight, she's perfectly healthy. She's just going to have a larger appetite than she did beforehand." The healer said, getting a bit annoyed about the two worrying about some fat girl.

"Thank God, as long as she's fine, I don't care about all that. Can we see her?" John asked.

"Yes you can, she's in what I assume is her room." The healer said as John walked quickly past him and into the house.

"Thank you sir, thank you so much." Harry thanked the healer on behalf of John and himself.

"Look, I don't know about you, but I'd suggest maybe looking to make some new friends." The healer said, not even bothering to hide his disgust at Hermione.

"Hermione's one of my best friends, sir, and I'm not going to abandon her over something as trivial as her weight." Harry said seriously, narrowing his eyes at the healer before jogging after John.

"If you say so." He shrugged, shaking his head in disappointment at the teen before slowly walking after them, not particularly looking forward to see the obese girl again.

"Merlin, this place is amazing." Harry thought in amazement. While the outside of the house was incredible, the interior was a step above. A few expensive looking antiques were scattered about, in what he assumed was the living room was a few chairs and a couch facing the largest television he ever saw. He passed what was clearly a private library, filled with hundreds of books, no doubt the source of Hermione's love of reading. Climbing the staircase, the path was littered with pictures of Hermione and her parents throughout the years, all three of them happy.

"Hermione, can we come in?" John asked in a tone that had no room for argument. Harry stood right beside him, ready to check on his best friend.

"UUUUUuuurp! Yeah, just give-uuuurp- give me a second." She said from the other side of the door. Despite being a bit muffled, Harry could tell her voice was ever so slightly deeper, as well as the fact he could practically feel her footsteps. Yeah, she definitely had to be over 700 pounds, as even Vernon didn't make the floor shake like this.

"Alright, you can come in, and I'm sorry about all this."

"Hermione, you have nothing to apologize for. The healer said that you're not the only one going through this, so don't think you're alone. Besides, you're still my daughter. It'll take a bit to get used to but you're still yourself.", John said as he adjusted the door handle.

As the door swung open Harry could only hear one word bouncing around his mind, a blush crawling onto his face.

"Beautiful."

The most obvious change was Hermione was easily bigger than Vernon or Marge. Despite sitting up on a full size mattress, Hermione occupied most of it, with huge hips that were visible despite the sheets covering them, nearly reaching both sides of the mattress with only a few inches to spare. He could easily tell she'd be needing at least two seats from now on. Speaking of seats, despite facing her from the front, he could tell her bum was absolutely gargantuan, the round, fatty orbs flowing out easily a foot behind her. Of course, the possibility he was underestimating their size was very likely.

Sitting on top of her wide, massive thighs was a bulbous belly that extended to a well past her chunky knees and covered most of her legs. It was huge and impossibly round, leading to one being forgiven if they thought she ate a yoga ball. With every breath she took it visibly quivered, the outline of her deep navel clear to see through the sheet. Resting on her belly was a pair of large, round breasts easily the size of some Hagrids larger pumpkins, covered by the sheet and an arm bigger than some girl's thighs. Despite their increased size, they remained firm and jutted outward a few feet,, almost as if they defied gravity. Safe to say she was much bigger than Susan Bones now, unless said Hufflepuff also caught the disease.

Taking note of the rest of her room, Harry saw that it was just as lavish as the rest of the house. While the television she had wasn't as big as the one in the living room, it was still bigger than the Dursley's. To one side was a dresser and mirror, no doubt containing her now useless wardrobe. Across from that was a window and surprisingly, a computer from a few years ago, no doubt purchased from before she was accepted to Hogwarts. Finally, there was a closet and next to it, her own personal bathroom. All in an almost comically spacious room, easily the size of his dorm room at Hogwarts.

"I know, but it doesn't make the fact I'm 700 plus pounds any different." Hermione said dejectedly. Harry made his way over to her, overcome by a strange sense of confidence. Before she could protest, he sat down right next to her, uncaring of her abundant amount of flab pressing up against him. Pushing the plush sensation out of his mind, he threw an arm around her the best he could in an attempt to comfort her, his fingers sliding into one of her deep fat rolls.

"Merlin she's soft." He mentally gushed, overcome by a softness he never realized existed. He wanted more.

"Hermione, I'll admit that I can't say I know what you're going through, but I'll tell you that I WILL stay by your side through all this. I promise." He confidently stated, lightly squeezing the fat roll his hand was in to reinforce his declaration.

"Oh Harry, thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me." She said, throwing her fat arms around him and hugging him even harder than when she was skinny.

"Merlin this feels amazing! I think I like her hugs more now." Harry thought, throwing his arms around her the best he can, trying to ignore the sensation of her breasts pressing against his smaller torso.

"I mean, it could be worse, you could've been bitten by a Basilisk." He joked, giving her back a few delicate pats.

"WHAT!" The healer screamed from the door. Separating from each other, Harry immediately backpedaled into Hermione, not that they minded, as the healer got right in his face.

"You were bitten by a Basilisk? When?" He fretted, quickly finding the bite mark on his arm.

"A little over a year ago, near the end of my second year at Hogwarts." He muttered, unnerved by the healer fretting over him, not at all used to adults actually caring about him.

"Did you receive any medical attention?! Did anyone report that there was a Basilisk at Hogwarts!?" He inquired, taking a photograph of the bite wound, no doubt as evidence.

"A phoenix cried into the wound, but other than that I didn't receive any help. As for reporting it, it was petrifying students, including Hermione right here, for months. Still, nobody reported anything at all, no matter how many students were petrified. " Harry confessed, averting his eyes in shame.

"Merlin above. Alright, here's what I need you to do. I want you to remember what happened that led to you being bit, as well any other key moments as well, and not just your second year. I'm going to stick my wand next to your head and extract those memories and send them to the DMLE. With the Basilisk alone, there needs to be an investigation, but since nobody was doing the right thing, I need to know if anything else was withheld from the public." The healer instructed, bringing out a few glass vials. Doing as he said, Harry and Hermione gasped lightly at the numerous gray strings being deposited into the vials.

"Good job. Now, I'm going to check you both for any charms or compulsions, and if there are any, remove them." The healer said, Harry and Hermione deducting that those might be the reason why they never said anything. Sure enough, dozens of charms showed up on each of them, horrifying them, the duo clutching onto each other at the sick realization.

Not done yet, the healer waved his wand over Harry specifically. Unsure of why, Harry, Hermione got their answer when a damn near comical amount of injuries were revealed, manifesting themselves onto a piece of very long parchment. Harry hung his head and shame as Hermione wordlessly hugged him, shoving his head onto her breasts. Neither of them cared.

"This is worse than I thought. Okay, Ms. Granger, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to get clearance for a magical necklace that will make it so any muggles, besides your parents, will think you've always been larger. I'm also going to go to the Ministry and try and get the Trace on you or your boyfriend's wands lifted or something, as I think this warrants it, not to mention the fact the sheer amount of magic it will output will no doubt set off the Trace. I'm so sorry if I'm rushing things, but as you can tell, this is a huge scandal. Have a good day." The healer explained, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder sympathetically. Before the healer could leave, Harry's head shot up.

"Wait, if it's not too much trouble, can you also take a look at Ginny Weasley? She was possessed by something dark the year of the basilisk and I don't think she received any help for that either. I think she nearly lost her soul at that point." Harry pleaded, realizing that she also didn't receive help for, what he saw as something far worse than what he went through.

"I'll do my best." The healer said, eyes narrowing at the mention of the girl being possessed, nearly losing her soul as well as not receiving any help for the trauma.

"Yeah, I don't blame him for leaving, considering a basilisk is a big deal. But Hermione, at some point, after we get adjusted to this, we WILL be having a talk about what happened at Hogwarts." John said to Hermione before looking at Harry.

"The Dursleys did all those things to you, didn't they?" He asked softly.

"Y-yes, they did. Ron and the Twins, before second year started, they came to rescue me. They locked me in one of the smallest rooms all day. They even put bars on the windows to keep me locked in there. Hell, before Hogwarts, I slept in a cupboard under the stairs for 12 years. They did so many horrible things to me." Harry whimpered, curling into Hermione as with the compulsions removed from him, he had the urge to confess.

"That's enough Harry, you can tell me more when you're ready, just, let it all out now, you're safe." Hermione urged gently, pulling Harry somewhat onto her. The sensation of sitting on top of Hermione's plush body, as well the fact her belly was practically wrapping around him gave him a stronger sense of comfort and safety and before he knew it, Harry was crying, 15 years of abuse and pain making itself known.

As Harry cried into Hermione's meaty shoulder, she met her father's eyes, two pairs of brown eyes furrowing in silent fury, agreeing on one thing.

"Make them suffer."

As John left to make some phone calls, Hermione simply held onto Harry, realizing that all she could do was comfort him as he cried. Eventually, his sobs died down, reduced to sniffles.

"I swear Harry, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never have to go back there EVER again. You can stay here for as long as you want." Hermione promised, squeezing him even tighter against herself. Despite the strength behind her hug, Harry was grateful.

"T-thank you Hermione." He got out, content to rest his cheek on her.

"It's no trouble at all Harry. I promise you, I'll keep you safe. You're my best friend." She soothed, running her hand down his back softly. The tender moment was interrupted by Hermione's stomach growling in hunger, making the duo giggle softly.

"Still hungry?" Harry joked lightly, giving the insatiable tummy a few affectionate pats, making Hermione laugh delicately at the sensation of her jiggling blubber.

"Yeah, I can eat. You mind handing that pizza to me?" She admitted, pointing a fat arm to one huge pizza box nearby.

"Here, I got a better idea." He offered. Placing the box on his lap, he quickly grabbed a mammoth slice out.

"Open wide." He said, bringing the slice to the brunette somewhat hesitant lips. Slowly at first, Hermione ate the slice offered to her, thinking the best way to go about this. After about 30 or so seconds the slice was gone, Hermione licking her lips. Bringing the second slice over, Harry was caught off guard when she started eating it faster than its predecessor, devouring it in seconds.

"This is nice." Harry thought, absolutely enraptured by the sight of his gargantuan friend eating an entire pizza like it was nothing. He'll admit he'd sneak peeks at Ginny, Hermione and a few other girls when they ate at Hogwarts, but there was something about feeding Hermione directly, as well as her being this fat that made him crazy for some reason.

"How is he so good at this? It's like he's a natural." Hermione thought as she wolfed down the pizza. Without any words he was able to match and satisfy her hunger perfectly, ensuring she wasn't without any food for more than a few seconds. That wasn't the end of it. There was just something about the way he stared into her eyes as she ate that made her heart flutter. Before they knew it, the pizza was gone, and the sensation of fullness finally setting in.

"Oof, that was good. Alright, I think I'm finally full." Hermione admitted, leaning back the best she could, what with her bum being so big. Subconsciously, she placed her chubby hands on her bloated belly, which was a tiny bit bigger than it was before the pizza. Sitting there, the day's activities slowly but surely made their effects known, her belly slowly but surely becoming more agitated. What started as the occasional groan quickly escalated into loud, violent gurgles and churns that the blushing duo could clearly hear. Almost as if on instinct, Harry brought his hand to his friend's swollen stomach and began rubbing circles on it.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione gasped in both shock, and in surprise at how good it felt. She actually had to fight the urge to snog him senseless right there, just so she could continue experiencing this heavenly sensation.

"I'm rubbing your belly. I thought it might make you feel better." Harry stated dumbly, looking her straight in the eyes. He didn't break his rhythm at all, now working his way over her cavernous belly button, resisting the urge to slip a finger in there.

"It does surprisingly, just, let me know or ask first next time, okay?" Hermione requested, doing everything in her power not to moan in pleasure. His hands felt so incredible on her fat stomach. She didn't know if it was the fact he was soothing her full stomach, or if it was simply because Harry himself was doing it, all she could gather was she thought she had an addiction.

"Promise." Harry said smiling, giving Hermione's belly a few affectionate pats, sending waves across its blubbery surface and throughout the rest of her body. This however, was apparently a mistake as her stomach quickly started making noises again. Before she could even try and stop it, she opened her mouth and unleashed another belch, the loudest one yet, echoing all throughout her room. "UUUUUUuuurpppp!"

"Good night Harry." Hermione said sleepily before collapsing onto Harry a bit, pinning him underneath her fat as the day's events hit her all at once. Despite his efforts to move her even an inch, he was trapped, not that he minded. Resigning himself to his inevitable fate for the night, he decided to look at the positives. He was sleeping with his, suddenly realizing, gorgeous, naked female friend. Her plush body, despite weighing so much, was incredibly soft, wrapping him in warmth and love.

"Good night Hermione." He muttered, leaning his head against hers, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead before eventually falling asleep as well, the low sounds of Hermione's stomach lulling them to sleep.

AN: I feel I set the tone of the story well in this chapter. While there will be a plot moving things along, the main focus will be the fat fetish/weight gain material. As you can tell, it took a while to get something I felt was a good plot that was also jam packed with the NSFW.

Anyway, I'll see you guys next time