And we're onto Chapter Six. Nothing much to expect beyond fan service, some character and plot development, and a look at the wider (ha) wizarding world.
Enjoy. I own nothing.
"Ugh, morning already?" Harry thought groggily, slowly waking up from his slumber. Feeling an unfamiliar incline near his feet, Harry nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw an unfamiliar body on his legs. Gathering his bearings and pushing down the urge to panic, last night's events came back to him. Remus and what he said and tried to do, the head of the DMLE coming over and giving him a bodyguard, as well as Hermione's two obese friends coming over and staying the night. Glancing down, he saw the blonde haired Daphne still asleep, the normally cool, calm and collected pureblood Slytherin now splayed out in front of him.
She must've moved in her sleep, a miracle her 600 plus pound frame didn't wake anyone up, as instead of laying her back against him, she was now splayed out at the foot of the bed. Her double rolled gut stuck up in the air, her shirt ridden up to expose both rolls that quivered ever so slightly with every breath. Her right arm on the other side of her was placed in a way that her hand was snug in her belly rolls, while the left arm he could see was stretching out, showing off the full size of the blubbery limb. Her pants had fallen down slightly, and while he couldn't see her rear end, he could see a good amount of hip fat and had no doubt that when she got up, a good amount of arse would be hanging out.
Finally, glancing at her face, she was snoring lightly, blonde hair sticking out every which way and he swore there was a tiny amount of drool on her plump lips and chins. Glancing to the other side, he saw Tonks was in a somewhat similar state. She must've shifted in her sleep, as her hourglass figure went back to a belly heavy figure from last night. The rhythmic rising of something soft and warm raising him up and down told him his girlfriend was still asleep. Glancing behind him, her cherubic, chubby face was in a state of peace.
"That's a nice sight. Susan must be downstairs getting something to eat." Harry thought to himself sweetly, noticing that the busty Hufflepuff was nowhere to be seen. Carefully dislodging himself from his fleshy prison, Harry grabbed his glasses and silently made his way to the restroom to answer nature's call. Opening the door threw that plan off guard as he collided with some heavy.
"Oh Merlin!/ow!." Susan and Harry muttered respectively as they smacked into each other. Susan more from the fact she was startled. Harry because he was sent right onto the floor violently. As he laid on the floor, Susan leaned down slightly, her mammaries hanging down like pendulums. Big, soft, heavy, round pendulums.
"I'm so sorry Harry, are you okay?" she asked worriedly, bending down just far enough to look past all her chest fat and actually see her victim. To her relief, he appeared fine. Harry shook the cobwebs out of his head as he sat up.
"I'm alright Susan, just caught off guard. I thought you'd be downstairs. Are you okay?" He said, soothing her concerns. She couldn't blame him for thinking she'd be downstairs and getting something to eat. Susan smiled at his concern.
"I'm fine, just scared a little. Didn't exactly feel anything, hehe." She said, allaying his fears that he possibly hurt the obese redhead. She couldn't help but chuckle, making bosom bounce. Her getting hurt by someone so skinny like him with all her padding. Such a funny thought.
"Um, Susan," Harry got out, blushing redder than her hair as he looked anywhere away from her as he motioned towards her chest. Looking down, she nearly made the attempt to cover her naked upper body, before remembering she couldn't even reach past them. Thus she could only blush as she stood there, letting her boobs stick out proudly, nipples clearly on display. Despite the awkward situation, Harry couldn't help but glance below her vast chest, hormones raging. Despite
"Oh! I'm sorry. Just, let me go through first. It takes a minute to get these girls contained correctly." Susan apologized in a frantic tone before trying to shuffle past the blushing male, tits slapping together erratically at the sudden, jerky movements. To their further embarrassment, one of said breasts smashed into his face, bare nipple grazing it. By this point she could only squeak as she made her way to her clothes.
"Yeah, um, thanks." Harry eventually squeaked out, not that anyone could hear. Blushing and feeling his manhood harden, he quickly got up before rushing into the restroom and shutting the door. Tugging his pants down, Harry let nature take its course.
"Well, that's one way to start the day." He thought to himself as he emptied his bladder, fighting off the urge to pleasure himself after the encounter with Susan.
Leaving the bathroom, he saw Susan in the corner of the bedroom, still topless. Making eye contact briefly, she could only give an awkward wave as she fished around for a shirt, her bare boobs smashing into the dresser, oozing around the hard surface. Shaking his head, Harry made his way downstairs, closing the door to give the girls privacy, barely hearing but knowing Susan knocked something over with a tit. Entering the living room, he glanced at the clock and saw that it was just a little past 6 AM. He also saw a note from the Grangers that said they had to go back to work for the day, but would be back later.
"Looks like I'll have some time to get ready." Harry thought to himself, realizing that now he'd have to cook for four very obese women now instead of Hermione. Don't get him wrong, he loved cooking for her. His biggest concern was if he had anywhere near enough food for them. Harry took a breath and entered the kitchen, completely unprepared for what greeted him.
"Okay, that's weird." Harry muttered, wide eyed at the smorgasbord of food laid in front of him, easily on par with what Hogwarts offered. Piles of bacon, a few loaves of toast, plenty of black pudding, dozens upon dozens of eggs, the usual. Alongside that, there was also a lot of American cuisine. What he believed was stacks of pancakes, waffles, French toast, as well as a large pitcher of maple syrup. To top it off was a pitcher of steaming coffee. All in all, more than enough for everyone.
"When did this get here?" He asked out loud, taking a bite of what he believed was called a pancake. If the charms to detect anything harmful didn't indicate anything, the delicious flavor that assaulted his tongue confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the fluffy disk. His musings were stopped by the familiar vibrations of someone, or someone's, lumbering heavily down the stairs, as well as the subtle sound of fat slapping against itself. Sure enough, Hermione rounded the corner, the other girls right behind her. Each of them dressed to cover their rears, and in Susan's case, cover her nipples, all the while their tummies hung out.
"Morning Harry." Hermione said as she yawned, wrapping the smaller boy in a hug and pecking him on the cheek, much to the amusement of the other girls.
"Morning Hermione." Harry said, giving her a kiss on the cheek in return and giving her bum a squeeze.
"You cooked breakfast already? And enough for all of us? Love you so much Harry!" Hermione gushed, wrapping him up a bear hug and spinning around the best she could.
"Um, I didn't…" Harry got out, powerless to do anything. Placing him back down, Hermione gasped before rushing over to the food, fat bouncing and slapping as well as shaking the room a little.
"You even made pancakes, waffles and french toast? How did you know I love those?!" Hermione gushed, leaning over to inspect what was clearly a favorite of hers, giving everyone a clear view of arse that was eating her shorts.
"Where did you try American food Hermione?" Daphne asked curiously, moving over to inspect breakfast as well. She had to admit, it all looked very appetizing, despite being wildly different than what she was used to. Tonks merely went for the coffee first, adjusting her body's shape to allow her easy access. Susan gave Harry a curious look, wordlessly as if asking where he got all this food. Understanding what she was asking, he could only shrug.
"My mum actually grew up in America and was a citizen. She met my dad when he went over for a vacation, they hit it off and she moved over her. She'd cook food she grew up with every so often." Hermione explained, taking a bite of a pancake before moaning in ecstasy. Clearly they were to her liking, as she quickly crammed the rest into her mouth before swallowing it.
"You really outdid yourself Harry. Admittedly it's not as good as last time, but you're also cooking for four big girls instead of one." Hermione praised, bringing the boy in for a side hug before going to fill up her plate. Nothing to lose, Daphne followed Hermiones example, and she too moaned at the flavor, quickly finishing her food before loading up. Courteous enough to let Harry get his fill first, the four girls rapidly filled up their plates, leaving not a single inch uncovered with their breakfast.
"My compliments to the chef. I swear Hermione, even without that disease, you likely would've gotten this big just eating this." Daphne praised, taking a bite of eggs before moving onto her toast. Hermione could only chuckle as she cut up a waffle. While she had doubts she could get as big as she was now, she definitely wouldn't be slightly pudgy anymore either. Once everyone had a sufficient amount of food for the time being, everyone brought up their chairs.
Harry of course sat next to his girlfriend, her hips overflowing both chairs while smothering his thigh. Her shorts fell down a little, giving everyone who would be behind her a generous view of her crack. Meanwhile her belly just missed the table, allowing her chest to rest somewhat on the table, to her slight embarrassment and Harry's enjoyment.
Across from her, Daphne took up two chairs as well, but unlike Hermione, her hips didn't hang over the edges. She of course had some of her arse on display. Her belly fit under the table easily with her chest just missing the table. Before the trio could dig in, they saw Susan staring at the table awkwardly, still standing while she held her plate to the side.
"You okay Susan?" Harry asked, considering Hermione had her mouth full. A look of realization lit up on Susan's face before placing her plate down. Bringing a chair over, the trio watched Susan plop down on her single chair, her hips just wide enough to hang over. As they wondered how Susan would get close to the table, their jaws dropped as, with some difficulty, she heaved her boobs onto the table with a heavy slam, making both of them slosh and everything on the table rattle violently.
"Okay, there we go, better. Was just thinking about how to sit down. Obviously this was what I got." Susan explained, blushing lightly as she cut into her breakfast with one hand. Her plate obviously off to the side of her tit, as there was no way she'd be able to reach it unless it rested on her breasts.
"Bloody hell, this girl." The trio thought in astonishment, blushing at the action the normally reserved Hufflepuff did. Swallowing a lump he felt form in his throat, Harry addressed the table.
"Well, glad everyone is enjoying breakfast. You joining us Tonks?" Harry said, looking at his bodyguard as the other girls made various noises of approval, mouths bulging with breakfast. Tonks made her way over to Harry and Hermione's side, plate and coffee in hands while her body settled on a mostly belly heavy build for the trek over.
"Yeah, one second." She said, placing her items down before conjuring a bench for herself. To Harry and Hermione's delight, all her fat traveled to her arse, hips and thighs, giving her a cartoon-like appearance with her proportions. Her stretchy shorts, ones designed for a lower half not as big, completely disappeared between hundreds of pounds of arse and thigh fat, leaving her virtually bare down there. Thighs bigger than Hermione's spread out, comically thin shins dangling uselessly off the floor, her abundance of natural padding propping her up higher than usual. Her surplus of arse cheek fat surged over the bench, giving those behind her a clear view of her entire crack, her bubbly rear making it more pronounced.
"Bloody hell." Harry thought, watching the metamorph shift into this wildly exaggerated form. He also couldn't help but grow an erection when, despite conjuring the bench, Tonks' hip fat crawled onto his thigh, smothering it and quivering just next to his manhood.
"Ah, better. Sorry about the hip Harry." Tonks sighed, blushing at the fact she was technically sitting on her charge. Harry gave her an awkward smile.
"It's fine Tonks, I don't mind." Harry said, trying to make the Auror feel better, and in a daring move, gave her hip and high a soft pat, his hand sinking into it as it wobbled. Tonks swallowed her egg and shot him a teasing grin.
"Considering Hermione is doing the same thing on the other side, I'd think not." She joked, making everyone crack up.
"So, Susan, Daphne, what's the plan now that we're out of Hogwarts?" Hermione asked out of the blue, temporarily halting everyone save Tonks, although she did slow down slightly. Daphne swallowed her pancake before wiping her mouth.
"I honestly have no idea right now. I had what I wanted to do as a career in mind for years, but considering I've dropped out of Hogwarts, along with all this-" Daphne explained as she slumped over slightly, motioning towards herself.
"I really have no idea right now. I'm sure I'll think of something." She said in resignation before taking a piece of bacon. While her plans for going into potions were shattered: after all, potions was delicate work, she couldn't afford to accidentally bump the cauldron with her fat arse, she was pureblood with plenty of money to spare. She'd be fine if she didn't find a decent career. Susan spoke next.
"Same here. All I know is my options are very, VERY limited for obvious reasons." Susan joked, even giving one her tits a good smack, sending it sloshing. While she did plan on joining the DMLE in some capacity like her aunt slash mother figure, those dreams were long gone, buried in a few hundred pounds of fat. Field work was obviously out of the question and she doubt she'd be effective at the desk. Hell, any desk anywhere.
What about you Hermione?" Harry asked, giving his girlfriend's thigh a soothing pat. Hermione swallowed what she was eating before clearing her throat.
"Well, first thing I have to do is explain my gap in muggle education and get caught back up on what I missed. If that works out well, I've got many options to choose from in the muggle world. I don't think the fattest witch in Britain that dropped out of Hogwarts isn't going to get a job anywhere, let alone the fact I'd be last pick anyway." Hermione revealed, bringing up the depressing truth none of them wanted to admit.
It really crushed her when Susan, Daphne, Padme and Parvati told her the inner workings of how Magical Britain worked. She would practically always be the last choice when it came to jobs, with purebloods or halfbloods before her, regardless of qualifications. In hindsight, Arthur Weasley being the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts despite knowing nothing was a big indication of the state of things. It was a fluke she had convinced herself. It took the four purebloods over two hours to finally convince her.
Thus, she decided to reinvest heavily in her muggle education in her hopes for a career there. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't going to give up her magic or anything, nor stop learning about it. Nobody would care what she did in her own home, let alone the fact some magical things were leagues better, but she wasn't going to drop everything for a society that treated her like shit. The only way she'd have a chance at a good career was if she was a war hero or something, and even then, it would be superficial and wouldn't amount to much anyway.
"Smart girl. What about you Harry?" Tonks said appraisingly of the brunette before looking down at her charge. Harry sighed and sat quietly for a moment.
"I really have no idea honestly. Growing up, I never really gave any thought about what I'd do when I got away from the Dursleys. Hogwarts, I was mainly concerned with surviving. I'm hoping my trust vault can be of use for long enough for me to get a job somewhere. Like Hermione said, dropping out of Hogwarts isn't going to look good, celebrity or not." He confessed, tugging at the heartstrings of three uninformed girls while pulling Hermione away from her food to hug him. Before they could press further, Harry continued.
"Worst case scenario, I can always cook In the muggle world. After all, I'm clearly an amazing cook. Not to mention that there were a few times growing up where I needed to perform some self care, so there's also that." He said, alleviating some concerns regarding his future employment. As he thought about it, the more it sounded appealing. No more Dursleys to hold him back, and in the muggle world, he was just some guy. Yeah his reputation was ruined in the area he grew up, but he imagined that with the Dursleys being arrested, that would be smoother over soon. Meanwhile in the magical world, he'll always have his fame following him no matter what. While he would always be grateful for the escape from the Dursleys, meeting Ron and ESPECIALLY Hermione, looking back it wasn't worth all the trouble.
A heavy silence permeated the air, the only sounds the clinking of silverware and the girls eating. Hermione spoke up again.
"So, are we still going to look around the muggle world like we planned?" she asked her two friends. It was a plan they settled on for weeks. Since Susan, Daphne and the Patils were generous in educating Hermione on how Wizarding Britain truly functioned, she found it fair that she returned the favor. Considering what was taught at Hogwarts was around one hundred years out of date, well, well over one hundred, as well as Arthur being the 'expert', giving the purebloods the true muggle experience personally was the right thing to do. Daphne smiled softly along with Susan.
"In a few hours, definitely. Get acclimated to things in your house at least while we digest, and if Tonks is fine with it?" she confirmed while glancing at the pink haired adult. From what Hermione said, basically everyone she knew about muggles was wrong and that she would be remiss as a Slytherin to pass up this opportunity. Tonks chipped in.
"I'm up for it. Can't be cooped up in here all day on my fat arse." She said, patting her few hundred pound rear jokingly. That, and it was clear Harry was interested in going as well and thus, her as well. While she didn't know exactly what he went through, the fact she was his bodyguard, his girlfriend's parents had custody of him and his relatives were in jail said enough of his previous home life. A positive experience in the muggle world would do him some good. Susan spoke up, adjusting a breast.
"Well, if we can get some transfigured clothes, we can go shopping later, get lunch, maybe a few other things depending on the time." She chipped in, figuring starting small should be best. No way they could go out like this went unspoken, so the opportunity for more permanent attire as opposed to temporary would be wonderful. That and to see the wider muggle world accurately would be nice. Things she could show Hannah and the other Puffs that wouldn't be put off by her weight.
"Alright, sounds like a plan." Harry said, everyone in agreement as they all finished up their breakfast.
Ten minutes later, the girls finally finished their breakfast. Stuffed tummies bulged ever so slightly, stretched to their limit for the time being. While Daphne and Hermione's midsections were abundant enough that nobody could tell, Susan and Tonks' current form, made it clear how much they had eaten.
"Man, that was great. Haven't had a breakfast like that in a long time." Hermione praised, leaning back slightly and patting her well fed stomach. Harry gave said stomach a glance, watching the slight ripples across its tan surface.
"Well, I'm glad you girls enjoyed it." he got out as he patted her thigh. Stretching out a little, unintentionally thrusting her front out even more, Hermione attempted to get up from her chairs. Keyword attempted. Reaching out a few inches, Hermione barely managed to lift herself up a few inches, belly pushing against the table before she crashed back down. Trying again, she rocked back and forth to build up some momentum, only to meet the same fate. Slightly red in the face, she looked bashfully at her boyfriend.
"Um, Harry, a little help." She asked shyly, and with no prompting, he got up to try and haul her to her feet. Daphne and Susan could only chuckle softly at her predicament, while Tonks sipped more of her coffee.
"I can't believe you ate enough that you can't get up on your own." Daphne got out, a small smile and blush on her face at the sight of her friend struggling to get up.
"I swear you'll give Weasley a run for his money with how much you're eating." Susan chimed, a blush and smile on her face as well. Both purebloods cowered slightly when they compared the redhead to Hermione and in turn glared at them. Clearly her increased mass only magnified the effect of said glare they've been under a few times over the years. Tonks chimed in, smiling as well.
"Any particular reason why you're doing things the hard way?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and placing a hand on her abundant hip.
"Because I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly keen on becoming immobile any time soon. Hence why I'm doing things the 'hard way' as you put it. Just because we can't lose weight past a certain point doesn't mean we can't gain any more." Hermione explained, bringing up a point that slipped everyone's minds. With one herculean effort and a mighty groan from her chairs, Hermione finally hauled herself to her feet. Taking a second to steady her jiggling frame, Hermione began awkwardly waddling to the living room, Harry of course right beside her.
"I think you'd look lovely being immobile." Harry offered, wrapping an arm around her back fat as she wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into her chest.
"Stop it you charmer." Hermione grinned, giving him a playful bump of the hip as she idly rubbed her belly. Behind them, the trio of witches watched the brunette waddle away. Specifically her fat arse, as her bottoms slid down significantly to the point the entire thing was exposed. Making her way into the living room, she unceremoniously plopped onto her chair, belly and tits sloshing as she sat there.
"Oof, yeah I'm just gonna sit here for a while. Do you mind helping the other girls if they need it?" Hermione asked nicely, shooting Harry a smile that made his knees weak. Darting off back to the girls, he saw that they too, save Tonks, were struggling a little, Susan in particular.
"Umm, you girls need help?" He asked with a blush, and to his relief, it looked like they were willing.
"If you don't mind." Daphne asked coolly, reaching a hand out, bingo wing fat flopping against her love handle. Grasping her soft hand the best he could, he helped haul her to her feet with one pull. Once on her feet, she stumbled a little, her stuffed stomach briefly smashing against him.
"Thanks Harry. I'll take it from here." Daphne said with a blush of embarrassment, cradling her stomach a little as she waddled off, tugging up her bottoms in a futile effort to preserve some modesty. Looking at Susan, the redhead adjusted her top, knowing that it'll likely be dislodged anyway. Wordlessly, Harry grasped both hands, her chest just barely pressing against him, and without warning her, pulled her up. Caught off guard, Susan couldn't hold herself back from falling forward. Back against the table, Harry couldn't do anything as her chest smashed against. It was a glorious few seconds before she stumbled back. Not even bothering to apologize, as they both knew it was an accident, Susan scampered off the best she could, not bothering to cover her chest back up, nipples exposed to everyone. Taking a few breaths to calm himself, Harry turned to his bodyguard, who had an amused look on her face.
"Tonks, you need a hand?" He asked, just to be polite. She was an Auror, she could handle it. Sure enough, she politely denied his assistance.
"No, I got this." she said before attempting to get up. Thin yet muscular arms pushed down on the table, providing leverage for the bottom heavy woman. She somehow managed to haul herself to her feet and off her bench, just high enough that Harry could see her full stomach, which looked like a late-stage pregnancy with how big it was against her thin upper body.
Apparently shifting her fat around couldn't hide her gluttony.
Despite getting up for a few seconds, her rear end's sheer mass was too much and with a mighty thud, she crashed back down onto her bench, fat arse cheeks sloshing and clapping as her shorts got sucked in even deeper. Tonks panted for a few seconds, catching her breath.
"Okay, that didn't work. Let's try this." She said, trying again. This time, she shifted her fat around wildly. Her rear end shrunk to a relatively normal size, revealing a plump, heart shaped rear. Hundreds of pounds of fat piled onto her breasts, destroying her top as her tits flopped onto the table, allowing her to actually stand up. Once she was stable, her body quickly went back to the hourglass shape she had.
"Alright, there we go." Tonks said proudly, patting her softer stomach as she did some light stretches. Feeling Harry standing there, she saw he was blushing and looking anywhere but her upper body.
"Um, Tonks." He stuttered, motioning towards her chest. Looking down, she saw her bare chest filling her vision, nipples on display as some shreds of cloth hung onto her. Panicking, she hastily repaired her shirt, covering her chest for the most part, showing off some cleavage and her gut.
"Oh, uh, forget you saw that." She said before rushing out, her shorts showing off most of her rear as it jiggled with every heavy step.
In the living room, the quartet of girls were getting situated. Hermione elected to sit in and fill one of the chairs, reclining it and propping her stuffed gut up and resting her hands on it. Susan and Daphne decided to share the couch, barely having enough room for them both. Now allowed to use magic there, both purebloods conjured up some ottomans for themselves. Daphne opted to stretch her arms around the couch, while Susan had her arms at her side, her breasts mostly on display as she stuffed her tits into her shirt just enough to cover her nipples. Tonks conjured up another chair similar to Hermione's, adjusting her hourglass figure enough so she can rest her hands under her chest.
"Ah, this is relaxing. Nothing like TV after eating. Where's the remote?" Hermione said lazily, looking around for the little device, but making no effort to get up.
"What's it look like?" Daphne asked, giving her belly fold a scratch. She felt like something was in there but she knew she wasn't crazy.
"Black block with a lot of different colored knobs and buttons on it." Hermione said, digging a hand under her body the best she could. While she was certain she didn't sit on it, she had to be sure. Everyone knew how those things worked. Almost like they had their own special magic. As everyone made a half-hearted attempt to look for the object, Daphne continued to scratch. Digging a little deeper, she could only feel confusion when she felt 'something' in there.
"Is this it?" Daphne asked, pulling out what was a little black rectangle with a few different color circles on it. Everyone could only watch in bewilderment.
"How did that get in there?" Hermione asked as she watched Daphne pull the TV remote from her belly fold. This was honestly too weird, even for TV remote standards.
"Beats me." Daphne said, looking at the device curiously before attempting to toss it towards Hermione. Considering her angle, she misjudged the distance and her strength, and thus the remote was sent flying right into Susan's cleavage and promptly disappeared. Sending a soft glare at the blonde, who sheepishly laughed, Susan began digging into her chest for the device. As Hermione and Tonks laughed, Harry leaned down to whisper to his girlfriend.
"I'm going to clean up the dishes love." He said, giving her stomach a pat. Feeling a few pats on his bum, he took that as a sign she heard him and for dismissal. Heading back into the kitchen, he threw his hands up in annoyance when he saw that everything was spotless.
"Okay, who keeps doing this?!" He called out, hoping to stop this before it got out of hand. Don't get him wrong, he appreciated it, as it was more time to spend with Hermione, but the sooner he knew what was going on, the better. Sure enough, a familiar house elf from a few years ago popped into the kitchen.
"Master Potter calls for Dobby?" the former Malfoy elf asked as he bowed before Harry, who jumped back a little in shock.
"Dobby? What are you doing here?" He asked curiously, looking down at the elf.
"Dobby needs place to live and work." He explained, making Harry a little confused.
"But aren't you free?" He asked, in which the house elf nodded rapidly, ears flapping wildly. Despite his enthusiasm, he couldn't help but appear embarrassed.
"Dobby is free, but Dobby would like to live inside instead of the forest with all the other beasties." He said, looking down as he twirled his foot idly. Realization dawned on Harry. Yeah, he too would rather live in a warm house instead of the woods.
"Oh, I see what you're saying. Would you like to work for me?" Harry offered, nearly barreling over when Dobby launched himself onto Harry in a tight hug. After a few seconds, Harry pried the excitable elf off him.
"Dobby would like that! What will Master Harry have Dobby do?" he asked as Harry mulled it over.
"As of now, clean the house, dishes and help me cook for the most part." Harry offered the elf. While he was certain he'd come up with other tasks for Dobby, hard to come up with them on the spot.
"Master doesn't want Dobby to cook!?" Dobby asked in fear, grabbing his ears in a panic. Before he could freak out, Harry gently grabbed onto him.
"No, HELP me cook. Hermione is my girlfriend and she likes the food I cook." Harry clarified, explaining why he wanted to cook. Dobby's eyes lit up.
"So it's a muggle courting?" He asked, having a vague idea of why Harry wanted to do it. To his delight, Harry smiled at his reasoning.
"Yes, something like that. In return, you'll stay here and I'll give you a Galleon a week to do what you want." Harry confirmed, sticking his hand out to the elf, who grabbed it with both hands.
"Dobby accepts." He said graciously, shaking the arm so much Harry swore it would pop out. After a few seconds, Harry broke away, although Dobby was still bouncing around.
"So where did you get all that food?" He asked, genuinely curious as to where Dobby got the buffet for everyone, as he was certain there was nowhere enough for breakfast in the house last night.
"Special foods store run by squibs, while we elveses haves special magic that wizards don't. Can make more foods from little foods." Dobby explained, taking a weight off of Harry's shoulders. While he would always be willing to pay for Hermione, his vault was a different story. As Dobby explained the intricacies of said store and the elf magic, Harry could feel himself become content with the information. Overall, with the costs of the store and Dobbys magic, a few weeks of food could last months.
Certainly explained how Hogwarts could keep up with hundreds of students every day. They had an army of house elves creating practically endless food daily.
Harry shuffled in the living room and made his way over to Hermione. Carefully climbing onto her, he took his place on her stomach, massive thighs on either side of him while his head was nestled by her chest.
"What took you so long?" she asked, pulling him deeper into her chest possessively.
"I was hashing out some details regarding Dobby working for me." He explained, hoping she wouldn't get upset.
"How did that go?" she asked, a little harshly. Harry stiffened a little at her attitude and recapped what he and Dobby talked about. To his relief, she calmed down immensely as he explained things. From what she heard of house elves from the purebloods, they made it seem as if they NEEDED a master but clearly it wasn't the case. When she brought up how absurd that was, they shot her down so she kept quiet. Looking over, she shot them a smug look as it was clear they were listening. When a house elf says they don't need a master, it says a lot.
"Good boy. Now, is there anything you want to watch?" she praised, before holding up the remote. For the next five minutes, she explained to the purebloods how the TV worked. All the various channels, programs, everything it offered as well as how exactly it worked. For the next few hours, everyone took turns picking a program to watch. Susan watched a special about an American band with a type of music that none of the purebloods ever knew existed. Daphne watched a documentary about the computer, the sheer power of the muggle technology intriguing her. Tonks opted to watch the news, seeing if she could discern any breaches of the Statute while giving everyone a wider view of the world. Harry and Hermione simply laid there and cuddled, giving their three friends the chance to indulge. After a few hours of this, everyone had their fill and Hermione decided to change the activity.
"Alright, I think it's a good enough time to look around the muggle world." She said as she stretched, gently nudging Harry off her so she could get up. Raising her hands above her head, she nearly bumped Harry with her front, showing off her gut and chest to the other girls. Following suit, the other girls reluctantly got up and stretched. Susan copied Hermione's actions, raising her arms above her head. Her vast breasts pushed forward, stretching her already too small shirt to beyond its limits. When she reached the climax of her stretch, to her relief and embarrassment, her shirt gave out, breasts sloshing out for everyone to see. Giving a huff of annoyance, she didn't bother fixing it. Everyone saw them and it would only happen again.
"Hermione, you mind if we borrow some of your clothes, at least until we get some for us?" Tonks called out, seeing the redheads plight. Looking over, they saw the metamorph shift her body around to allow certain stretches to become easier. Hermione dropped her arms heavily with a loud slap.
"I don't see why not. Any reason why you can't just transfigure some?" she asked, giving her bum a scratch.
"It's easier to work with something that's already there. If I use your clothes, they'll last all day. Hopefully. Meanwhile, transfiguring something will last a few hours, and I'd rather not risk an incident in public." Tonks explained and it did make sense. They had to get new Hogwarts robes every year as opposed to just making them bigger with magic. Also explained why the Weasleys were wearing hand me downs.
"Fair enough." Daphne said, as she was just about to ask the same question. Bending over to touch her toes the best she could, the blonde Slytherin froze in embarrassment when she heard a VERY loud shredding sound. Blushing pink, she felt the torn fabric of her bottoms fall off her, giving her some freedom. Schooling her emotions, she merely stood up straight and made her way up to Hermione's room. Head raised high with as much dignity she could muster, she felt the stares of everyone on her bare bum, the slightly dimpled surface sloshing and swaying as it devoured her panties, making it seem she was naked down below. Taking that as the que to leave, all the girls followed suit, leaving Harry alone. For around twenty minutes he sat there, listening to the girls' muffled chatter and heavy thuds. Just as he was about to doze off again, he heard them coming down the stairs.
Hermione's outfit was similar to last time. Tight pants that hugged her thighs and most of her bum, her belly tucked into the waistband the best it could yet still showing off a good amount of it. A larger shirt that covered most of her stomach along with a decent amount of cleavage was on display as her tits struggled to be contained in her top. As casual as could be at her size.
Daphne was wearing an outfit similar to Hermione's, with some differences. While Hermione opted to tuck in her belly the best she could, Daphne only had some of it shoved in. The rest was simply 'resting' against the undone zipper of her tight jeans, which he safely assumed weren't pulled up all the way, bunching up and making itself more prominent, her rolls and navel exposed. Her chest was much more contained as well, although it came at the cost of her bingo wings absolutely destroying the sleeves and exposing them completely.
Susan's bottom was extremely well covered, her tight pants hugging her small but cute bum in just the right way with her comparatively small stomach completely exposed, said pants button and zipper completely undone to give her midsection some breathing room. Good thing too as despite the transfiguration of Hermione's wardrobe, the redhead still had an obscene amount of tit flesh on display. Unlike her previous attire, it was apparent that the chances of a nip slip or her clothes breaking were drastically less. AKA she had a few extra inches covered, but nonetheless had an absurd amount of boob on display.
Tonks settled for a well rounded body, giving her gut some extra padding. Her unbuttoned pants hugged her lower half while she opted to have her larger than normal stomach hang out freely and completely. A few inches of cleavage completed the look.
All in all, despite the larger wardrobe, there was not much that could be done in terms of covering their bodies.
"Well, I have to admit, this is far more comfortable than what we've been wearing." Daphne exclaimed as she looked over herself and the others. Yes they still had a lot of fat on display but it was way less than last time plus the reduced chance of a malfunction.
"And it looks good on you too as well. Right Harry?" Hermione said, giving a little pose for her boyfriend.
"Yeah, they look good." Harry got out, blushing as he tried to avoid looking at all the girls and their outfits that only enhanced their beauty. Internally, Hermione could only coo at how adorable he was.
"So I was thinking, it's a nice day and where I want to take you isn't far, so I figure a walk to burn off the rest breakfast is in order." Hermione offered, her reasoning at least making some sense. Almost everyone was in agreement.
"You sure we won't stick out wearing all this at our size?" Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow as she gestured to herself and the other girls. This made the brunette think for a minute.
"Actually, good question. Tonks, I know the necklaces make people think the girls have always been fat, but do you know how big?" she inquired. Admittedly it was something that hasn't crossed her mind and would be a factor in terms of planning. Tonks racked her brain.
"I'm not certain, but I've heard 200 or so pounds said a lot so I'm safely assuming that area." She said somewhat uncertainly. It was good enough for everyone. Ushering everyone out, Hermione locked the door before taking Harry's hand and dragging the group to their destination. Walking and waddling down the sidewalk, nobody paid the group any mind. Of course the necklaces ensured that but one couldn't help but have those worries.
"Ah, it is a nice day." Hermione sighed, feeling some worries vanish. It wasn't too hot, wasn't too cold, the right amount of sun beating down on them.
"It really is. Good idea Hermione." Tonks praised, enjoying the perfect weather, with Daphne and Susan humming in agreement. None of them were having any issues yet.
"Oh god." Hermione groaned as she saw a few skinny teens their age making their way towards the group. Harry felt Hermione pull him to her side as he looked at some girls Hermione clearly didn't like.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. Haven't seen the beaver in some time." said a thin blonde girl around Susan's height, a cruel grin on her face.
"Looks like Grazer got even fatter." her friend joined in, this time with black hair a little taller than Harry.
"Got her own gravitational pull too. Pulled in other fatties like herself." The apparent ring leader of the trio said as she stepped in front of her friends. Harry had to take a double take when he took in her appearance. Best way to describe her was a gender bent Ron. From the red hair, freckles, build and height.
"Hermione, who are these girls?" Harry asked curiously, already getting a bad feeling from them as well as whiplash From the redhead.
"Just some old classmates of mine. Sandy, Elizabeth and Veronica." She said coldly, gesturing to the blonde, black haired girl and the ginger respectively. Veronica grinned cruelly.
"So where have you been piggy? Stopped coming to school because you're too fat for the desks?" she taunted, poing the taller brunette in the stomach mockingly. Before she could retaliate, Harry rushed to defend her.
"She was actually accepted into a very private, elite school. We are her classmates." He said a little heatedly as he stepped In front of her. It was quite the comical sight. Veronica sneered as she looked down at Harry.
"And who are you supposed to be?" she asked mockingly as she looked him up and down. A bit short but he was overall quite good looking.
"Her boyfriend." He responded seriously, making the skinny redhead snort.
"You're this tub of lards boyfriend." she asked in disbelief. Before she could press on, Tonks pushed herself to the front.
"I'd treat Lord Potter with a bit more respect, girls." She said in a neutral yet threatening tone, placing an arm in front of the skinny boy. Veronica looked at the pink haired woman in disgust. Internally her curiosity peaked.
"And you are?" Elizabeth asked with some amount of worry leaking into her voice. Tonks smirked.
"His bodyguard obviously." she said proudly, gesturing to a transfigured, fake sidearm attached to her wide hip to support her claim. Despite seeing the gun, they still doubted it.
"Aren't you a little fat to be a bodyguard?" Sandy asked, crossing her arms under her bust, trying to make them look bigger, although she still paled in comparison to the other girls.
"Want to come closer and say that again?" she taunted, cracking her knuckles in an intimidating manner. Well, the best she could as overweight as she was. Realizing that Harry was indeed someone important, the trio of skinny bullies changed tactics.
"So Lord Potter, why don't you ditch Gainer here and come spend your time with a real beauty." Veronica offered, leaning down just enough to give him a good look at her generous cleavage as she shot him an innocent look. This always worked.
"No thanks, definitely not my type." He denied, seeing right through the redheaded bullies plan. Despite being caught off guard, she quickly recovered and went back to her true self.
"You really find this fatarse more attractive than all this?" she snarled in disbelief, motioning to her voluptuous body. To her shock and disgust, Harry immediately pulled Hermione down to his level and began snogging her senselessly. This was welcome as she wrapped her arms around him and brought him into her body. After a few seconds, they reluctantly broke apart, with Hermione looking a little light headed.
"That answer your question?" He asked with a goofy grin, panting lightly as he held onto Hermione's hand. Susan, Daphne and Tonks could only giggle and blush at the display. The trio of bullies could only stare, growling in annoyance and disgust.
"Tch, whatever." Veronica muttered before dragging her friends off elsewhere.
"Damn gold diggers." Susan grumbled under her breath, a sentiment that Daphne agreed with as well as giving her a devious idea.
"They truly thought you'd ditch Hermione after what they said. How desperate." Tonks said in a stage whisper, loud enough for the muggle bullies to hear. Daphne latched onto Harry's free arm, pulling it into her soft, warm cleavage and stomach possessively, much to his and Hermione's surprise.
"Well, come along Lord Potter. We simply must get you a new wardrobe for your charity event." Daphne announced a little too loudly, throwing a high society voice on with ease. Susan quickly caught onto what she was doing.
"Price of course will be no issue. After all, you have more money than you could ever spend on yourself." She added, as well as throwing on the high society voice. Coming up behind the small teen, she not so subtly started nudging him down the street, her impressive bust doing more than an adequate job. Glancing behind her, Hermione saw the three bullies were fuming, and she couldn't help but give her rear a taunting shake. Once sufficient distance was made, Hermione couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing.
"Oh god that was beautiful! Girls, I really, REALLY needed that! That was a nice trick with pretending Harry was a rich lord." She said earnestly, much to the confusion of Daphne, Susan and Tonks.
"Umm, Hermione, that wasn't a trick..." Daphne stated a little awkwardly, making Harry perk up in shock. Seeing his reaction, Tonks stepped in, wrapping an arm around him comfortingly and shoving him into blubber.
"Harry you're one of, if not the richest individuals in Magical Britain right now, as well as Heir Potter." She said confidently, rubbing his shoulder soothingly, with the two purebloods nodding in agreement.
"Um, okay, wow. This is news to me." Harry got out, running a hand through his hair in disbelief. This reaction couldn't help but annoy Daphne.
"Do you seriously not know any of this?" she asked in a mix of annoyance and rage. Crossing her arms under her bust, she couldn't help but wince internally at the deadpan stare Harry gave her.
"Daphne, I've been living in the muggle world for the first thirteen years of my life. My only real experiences with the magical world are Hogwarts, the Weasleys, Diagon Alley, and a few other minor locations. The only money I've seen is my trust vault and even then, I was in a rush." Harry explained, much to the shock of the magical raised girls, with Hermione verifying the information.
"Well, who has your vault key now?" Tonks asked in concern.
"Mrs. Weasley has it." Harry clarified.
"Well, next time you see her, you should get your key from her. I'm not saying she'd steal from you, but you're rich and the Weasleys are super poor, so you shouldn't dismiss the possibility. Plus, it legally is yours so you have all the right to it. She isn't your mother or guardian, she's just your friend's parent. She has no right to hold onto it." Tonks explained sternly, looking Harry in the eye as she brought up how serious this was. He could see where she was coming from and despite how well he was treated by the family, he had to admit Tonks was correct on all accounts although he hoped she was wrong about the possibility of Molly stealing from him. Susan stepped in next, turning Harry to face her, her chest slightly pressed against him.
"Then we need to have a meeting with Gringotts regarding your account. Have you been receiving mail from them?" Susan said, bringing up the next order of business in relation to this topic. Harry sighed,
"Susan, I'm the most famous wizard alive and I barely got any mail for the fourteen years I've been famous." He explained, making Tonks narrows her eyes. Susan and Daphne couldn't help but be worried about the implications, not to mention the fact it explained a few things. After all, they did try and send Harry a few letters over the years, but were annoyed and frustrated when nothing came of it. This explained a lot.
"I'll have to let Madam Bones know of this. Someone has clearly been tampering with your mail." She declared, making Hermione narrow her eyes in concern. She could understand to a degree why having his mail tampered with would be good with magical terrorists being able to send the magical equivalent to a pipe bomb, but not to this extent.
"I was just about to suggest that. Something doesn't seem right about that." She said, mirroring the thoughts of everyone there. Moving on from the topic, more and larger buildings began to make themselves known to the group, signaling their arrival to the greater muggle world.
For around an hour, the five of them took in the sights of the greater muggle town, a step above Hermione's home, yet lesser than London. The big brunette happily explained everything to the magical raised, rendering the Muggle Studies classes useless. The duo of purebloods were miffed that they wasted a year of class for something that was over a century out of date.
Passing by an electronics store, the gang lumbered around the aisles carefully to ensure they didn't accidentally knock over the expensive equipment with their bodies. They reluctantly had to drag Daphne out of the store when it became clear she wouldn't leave on her own, especially when she started learning more in depth about the internet. Susan and Tonks ran into a similar issue when they went to a place that sold all kinds of music. The two Hufflepuff were enraptured by the sheer variety of music around the world, having been confined to a small handful of genres in Magical Britain. Like Daphne, the two of them had to be dragged out with some force.
Nobody stepped one foot into the bookstore, instead focusing completely on making sure Hermione didn't get any closer to the pricetagged library. It was only with Harry threatening to withhold his cuddling that Hermione very reluctantly backed off. Harry himself was having a wonderful time for the most part.
Of course, they spent an hour or two getting their new additions a more passable wardrobe, both in size and style, with Tonks shrinking their purchase down.
Whenever he was dragged out into the muggle world with his relatives, it was always a miserable endeavor. Now, with his girlfriend and her friends by his side and enjoying themselves, he was seeing it in a whole new light as well. He didn't even mind the hour or so they spent in a clothing store getting a new wardrobe for Tonks, Susan and Daphne. The fact that at one point everyone had to jump to the side to make way for a police officer running after someone, and him ended up smothered between a wall and Daphne's cleavage was a bonus.
It was around 1:00 in the afternoon when the girls began to get hungry again. Rather than spend a fortune, Hermione opted to take them to a fast food place called McDonald's. While her description of its purpose wasn't the most appealing thing out there, the call for food outweighed that. A few minutes later, having taken up a corner of the restaurant for themselves, the five of them dug into their modest sized burgers. Tonks thankfully cast a few spells discreetly to give them some privacy.
"I'll be honest, while this isn't the best thing out there, it's still pretty good." Daphne said before taking another bite of her burger. Susan nodded in agreement.
"Indeed. While I wouldn't eat this every day, every so often wouldn't hurt." She said before taking a finger full of fries. Tonks couldn't help but snort.
"Yeah, eat this every day and we'll be too fat to move." She joked, drawing a few chuckles from everyone. Hermione took a long sip of her soda, draining it by a significant amount.
"You know, considering how well we're dealing with all this, it's making me curious how our other classmates are dealing with this?" she brought up. Before everyone could ponder that, the brunette let out a long, quiet as could be burp. Blushing at the stares and soft giggles, Hermione as well as the other Hogwarts aged teens let their minds wander to their peers.
At the same time over at The Burrow, Luna was slowly but surely making her way up the flight of stairs. Like last time, the blonde only wore a bra, leaving her completely naked otherwise. Bare hips grazed against the stairwell as the boulders that were arse cheeks bounced, clapped and sloshed with every floor shaking step. A light coating of sweat was developing on her body due to the effort, her pillar thighs sliding against each other with less friction. She'd use her comparatively smaller arms to help drag herself up, but they were both used to hold a tray of around two dozen sandwiches.
She would've casted a spell to make things easier on her, but old habits of not casting spells at The Burrow die hard, and she enjoyed the effort in a weird, twisted way.
"Mrs. Weasley has been so nice to Ginny and I the last few days. Never going hungry, we're allowed to use magic for certain things. Getting fat is probably the best thing that's happened to us." Luna thought to herself as she finally made it to the top. Taking a minute to catch her breath, she resumed her trek to her destination. Gently bumped the door with her hip, she couldn't help but wince when said door slammed into the wall, misjudging the strength needed. Looking inside, said worry was replaced with adoration.
"Especially when Ginny looks like that." she thought with a warm smile as she looked at the equally obese redhead.
Ginny was currently laying on her back and taking up around half of her bed. A book in one hand, she had it propped up on her bra clad chest and some of her stomach. Said ball of a belly rose above her like a mountain, forcing her chunky legs apart while her other hand absent-mindedly rubbed and played with it. Glancing to the door, her eyes lit up when she saw Luna and more importantly what she was carrying.
"That lunch?" she asked as she licked her lips, scooting over the best she could. Pulling her wand out, she levitated the tray into the room and freeing the bottom heavy Ravenclaw of her burden.
"Yeah, more sandwiches." Luna said happily as she slowly shuffled in sideways. Her belly and arse got caught on the doorway for a brief second before she simply forced her way through, leaving hairline fractures on the wood. Ginny couldn't help but giggle.
"It's honestly crazy how wide your hips and arse are. Any bigger you're going to get stuck no matter what." Ginny said dreamily, staring unashamedly at her girlfriend's lower half. Luna couldn't help but blush at the praise, in embarrassment and imagining herself that big.
"You'd love that wouldn't you. Speak for yourself with that gut of yours. Almost like a big soft blanket." She teased as she lumbered over to the bed before giving said gut a good pat, making it gurgle and slosh. Getting on the half sunken bed with some difficulty, Luna unintentionally pushed Ginny into the wall a little. Considering how little space there was, Luna opted to lay on her stomach, the twin peaks of her arse raised just shy of Ginny's stomach. Giving her girlfriend's rear a pat for her effort, Ginny brought the tray over and placed it on said rear, making the blonde jump a little in surprise as well as gain a smirk on her soft face, which was very close to the redhead's own.
Handing a sandwich to Luna, who eagerly started shoving it down her throat, Ginny took the slightly more polite route of eating half of it in one go.
"As much as I love all these sandwiches, I am getting a little sick of them." She muttered after swallowing what was in her mouth, throat visibly bulging before finishing the other half. Luna quickly finished the last of her current one before motioning for another.
"And being confined here all day. Getting a bit bored." Luna said a little dejectedly before digging in, a sentiment Ginny shared. Doing nothing but reading, eating and cuddling all day, while nice, was starting to wear on their psyche. They couldn't stray from The Burrow too far, on account of their nudity and no clothes. Molly was doting on Ginny and by extension Luna too much to let them go out on their own. Definitely couldn't ride broomsticks in the middle of the night in fear of their fat arses actually breaking the old wood. Truly their options were few. The two girls laid there in relative silence, the only sounds accompanying them the sounds of chewing. Eventually each girl ate their dozen sandwiches, with the tray gently placed on the ground. Ginny gently kneading her bum, Luna turned to her partner.
"You think if we ask, Harry and Hermione would be willing to come over or let us come over there?" the blonde asked out of the blue, catching Ginny off guard.
"I don't see why that would be a problem." She got out, her voice wavering ever so slightly, which Luna picked up on. Ever perceptive of people, she placed a hand comfortingly on Ginny's gut.
"Are you upset that he and Hermione are together?" she asked softly, slowly rubbing the stuffed stomach soothingly. Ginny sighed.
"A little. I mean, I'm happy they're together and I worship this arse of yours." She admitted as she gave said arse a small squeeze, not at all willing to admit this to her girlfriend. Feeling some slight discomfort in her stomach, she gave it a good shake and forced out a good belch before continuing.
"But I've had a crush on him for a while. Yeah it's clear Harry isn't like what everyone thought he was like with those books but he's still quite the catch. I can't help but wonder what could've been." Ginny continued, revealing a mindset that Luna couldn't help but agree with. She didn't see the boy often, but he was indeed quite handsome, albeit a bit smaller than average. Some days she regretted being put into Ravenclaw and not joining Gryffindor, Harry and Ginny being two of them. Luna put a supportive hand on Ginny's own, rubbing it soothingly.
"Well, I'm sure he would've treated you well. The fact Hermione got fat and they're together means he wouldn't ditch you over this." Luna said warmly as she put her hand back on the redhead's stomach, giving a good smack in affection.
"I guess." Ginny muttered, still somewhat unsure of her feelings. Her musings were halted by Luna flopping onto the other girl the best she could. Diminutive chest squished against diminutive chest as Luna's chubby face loomed over Ginny's own, a particular look on.
"Now, now, no sulking Ginny." Luna muttered huskily as she captured her girlfriend's lips hungrily. Ginny didn't put up a fight as they snogged, washing away Ginny's less than pleasant thoughts. Ginny wrapped her arms around Luna's soft back, grasping a back fold in just the right way. Regretfully, they had to break away, both of them panting and slightly red from the effort, both of them starting to sweat a little.
"Good girl. Now, do you have something for me?" Luna asked with a grin. Ginny merely gave her arse a VERY hard smack. Luna squealed like a hog, enjoying the sharp pain on her ginormous rear that sloshing violently.
Hearing the slapping noise as he passed by, Ron peaked in to see what the commotion was, only to see Loony's pale rear shaking and clapping as she and his sister made out, a very red mark shaped like a hand on one of her arse cheeks. Squashing the urge to throw up at the sight, Ron hurried on his way a little faster.
"Merlin I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually can't wait for school." Ron thought in disgust. He really hoped Harry would be open to doing something together during the summer, if only to keep his mind preoccupied until he could get out of this hog pen of a house.
In Diagon Alley, a slightly muscular, tall blonde boy made his way out of Ollivanders with the biggest smile of his life on his face. It took him a few years too late but he finally got his own wand. In his mind, he was fully prepared to pay a few extra galleons for Ollivander to keep quiet about this and not his grandmother, but to he delight, the wandmaker was furious when he told him what happened.
He was delighted when the wandmaker told him if his grandmother caused problems about his new wand to send him a letter and he would get it sorted out. It was clear Ollivander took his profession seriously if he was willing to stand up to his grandmother about the wand.
"Well, it took me a few years but I've finally got a wand fit for me. Just have to practice and put dad's back on display." he thought giddily, looking forward to how things would change. No longer would Weasley, Malfoy and other bullies call him a squib!
That wasn't the only thing that changed for the blonde Gryffindor. Formerly pudgy and squirrelly, he slowly but surely transformed into a strong, more confident teenager. Accepting some muggle self care books from Hermione, the teen devoured them with almost the same energy she would and he was all the better for it. He was standing up a little straighter, he took up exercising and thus lost his pudge in favor of some muscles. While he wasn't a bodybuilder according to Hermione, and from what they looked like, he was glad he wasn't, he was without a doubt much more muscular and appealing to look at physically if the occasional glance sent his way was any indication. Speaking of which.
As he walked down Diagon Alley, he couldn't help but frown at what was happening. He was obviously aware of - going around and while he and his Grandmother were thankfully spared, that couldn't be said for a vast majority of the witches he saw. Basically every single witch, whether his age or older, were on the larger side to varying degrees. Some were a little softer, nothing more than a few pounds. Some easily doubled in size, their larger bodies straining their clothes and robes. He even saw one witch who looked like she even tripled in size. Neville shook his head.
"It's a shame what's been happening to all these witches. It's not their fault they've gained a few pounds and now their lives are turned upside down." Neville thought in anger and sadness as he saw a larger crying witch get kicked out of a store, no doubt having been fired for some redundant reason. He sighed.
"Which is unfair since they aren't all that bad looking." He thought with a small blush as he glanced subtlety at all their new body frames. He was 'aware' of the wizarding world's view on larger witches and wizards but he couldn't help what he was attracted to! Besides, considering how he used to be on the larger size, it wouldn't be incredibly hypocritical of him to hate a larger witch. Passing by Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, he saw a familiar head of blonde hair slumped over.
"Is that Lavender? Merlin, she got big!" Neville thought as he recognized his classmate, caught off guard by her change in both size and attitude.
The normally cheerful blonde was now slumped over, clearly upset over her more obese frame. Her tight pants hugged her thicker legs like a second skin, unable to go up all the way. Two to three times wider than she was when thin, her hips were connected to a firm, bubbly arse that had a scandalous amount of flesh exposed, sticking out around a foot behind her. Her knickers were even exposed, barely visible from the cheeks that swallowed them up along with her lower back fat.
As he walked around her side, from what he saw under the table she had a decent sized gut pooling onto her wide lap, just barely covering her womanhood.. Now in front of her, his eyes bugged out of his for a brief second.
Her chest was gigantic. Before this whole pandemic she was pretty busty, with her chest large enough that they made themselves known even with the infamous Hogwarts robes covering them. Biggest one of Gryffindor of their year and in third place overall, with Millicent Bulstrode of Slytherin in second place and Susan Bones of Hufflepuff uncontested as first place.
Each breast was around twice the size of her head. Considering she was slumped over, they were splayed out on the table and bunched up towards her softer face. Her top was obviously expanded the best it could be, but despite that, she still had a substantial amount of chest on display. Finally, the necklace that was distributed to all the witches affected was around her neck and nestled deep in her chest.
All in all, the 5'7 blonde possessed a very top heavy hourglass figure that could be no less than 400 pounds.
"Lavender? You alright?" Neville asked, making the blonde jump a little in shock, her chest bouncing. Once she saw who was talking to her, Lavender slumped back down.
"Oh, Neville. I'm, I've been better obviously." she got out sadly, motioning towards a very large bowl of chocolate ice cream right in front of her. Most of its contents were already gone, no doubt consumed by the obese witch.
"Mind if I sit with you?" He asked, motioning to the bench across from her. Lavenders eyes lit up momentarily before they narrowed in suspicion.
"You sure? You've seen how other witches are being treated and they're smaller than me." she said a little too harshly, hoping to scare her normally mousey classmate off. She just wanted to be alone. To her surprise, he actually stood his ground.
"I don't want to sound like that, but I haven't exactly been the most popular student in our year for the most part, not to mention I was pudgy for a bit. It would be hypocritical of me if I treated you horribly for that." Neville told her and she couldn't exactly fault him for that.
"If you insist. So what have you been up to?" she relented and motioned for him to sit with her.
"I was just getting a new wand for myself, so my wand work will go better. As well as some herbology supplies." Neville said, showing off his new wand. Lavender of course knew of the issues that plagued the blonde boy, having overheard him telling people he was forced to use his father's wand a few times over the years. It was about time he took initiative on that matter.
"That's nice. I've obviously been drowning my sorrows in ice cream all day." Lavender said sincerely before taking a big bite of said dessert.
"It's funny, for years I've been watching what I've eaten and some disease just magically renders it all pointless." Lavender joked depressingly before digging back in. Neville couldn't get mad at her for thinking like that and her state of mind because of it.
"I wouldn't say it like that. Nobody knew this was going to happen." Neville said, bringing up the obvious fact in an attempt to help alleviate some of her guilt. Seriously, with how the wizarding world's viewed obesity, nobody in their right mind would cause this. To his relief, it seemed to be working.
"True enough. Still, I can't help but feel upset about it." Lavender explained With a small smile. A semi-awkward silence surrounded the duo for a few seconds, the only sound being Lavender eating her ice cream. Neville spoke up.
"Well, for what it's worth, this doesn't really change much. Yeah you're bigger but you're still you as it were." Neville said sincerely, something that Lavender could easily pick up on. They both knew he was correct. Yeah she was a few hundred pounds heavier and overall hungrier, but she still had the same personality and interests. Lavender finished her ice cream and set the bowl aside, a small, genuine smile on her face.
"Yeah, a lot more of me. I mean, you've seen these beforehand and now look at them." Lavender said as she grabbed her enlarged chest, hauling them up and dropping them back onto the table with a heavy thud. Neville blushed beet red as he averted his eyes.
"Y-yes, I'm aware of them. Kind of hard not to." He got out, seeing her chest still sloshing on the table out of the corner of his eye. Yup, still the same personality. Lavender giggled softly as his reaction.
"Still, thanks for that. Means a lot." She said sincerely, shooting him a warm smile that he returned, doing his best to avoid looking at her chest. Neville steeled his nerves for what he was about to do.
"No problem. Listen, are you busy right now?" Neville asked curiously, making Lavender gaze at him in wonder.
"Unless you count eating ice cream all day as busy, no." She joked. She really didn't have anything else going today and while drowning her sorrows in ice cream wasn't she planned on doing anymore, eating it regardless was appealing.
That, and Florean was more than happy with the business. Clearly he had no problem with a larger witch since she would be lining his pockets with Galleons.
"Well, would you care to join me for the day?" Neville managed to get out, shocking the blonde at his bold request.
"Are you sure?" she asked in worry. While just sitting there and talking wasn't that big of a deal, waddling around Diagon Alley for all to see was a different story.
"I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't." Neville said with a little more confidence. Getting up, the blonde boy offered his hand to her.
"Thank you." She said quietly, Neville barely hearing her as she took his hand. With some difficulty due to her weight, Lavender was on her feet and now Neville could see her in all her glory.
Tugging her jeans up fruitlessly, Neville saw that the button was undone, her gut pressing against it harshly. Said stomach was ball-like in appearance and completely on display, navel exposed for him front and center. Her shirt despite her efforts did nothing to cover most of it. Her breasts were firm and defied gravity, looming over her stomach that acted like a platform of sorts. Said breasts and stomach bounced around as she attempted to tug up her pants, a faint slapping sound resonating from heavy fat slapping against fat. Realizing that her pants wouldn't go up anymore, she simply let them go, and from what Neville could tell, she still had her arse hanging out, albeit to a slightly lesser degree than earlier.
For a few hours, Lavender and Neville walked around and chatted. Both of them saying they'd be going back to Hogwarts, for better or worse. Neville because it was expected of him and because Lavender couldn't afford a private tutor, and thus had to settle. They spent some time browsing the pet shop, where Lavender gushed over the variety of cats, dogs and other magical and muggle animals. Even said she'd maybe try and bring one into Hogwarts.
They both knew the pet list was a scam, what with Weasley and his pet rat, who vanished off the face of the Earth without a trace, and Lee Jordan's muggle tarantula.
Lavender revealed her plans for the summer, which involved looking into the clothing options in the muggle world, thankful for the variety of larger sizes, as well as start looking into possible careers for after Hogwarts. Neville of course would be working in his greenhouse as well as practice with his new wand.
Of course, the formerly thin blonde couldn't help but snack here and there. Eventually, all good things had to come to an end.
"Well, I had a wonderful time. Thanks Neville." Lavender said gratefully, shooting the taller blonde boy a genuine smile. Neville only waved her off in a kind hearted manner.
"No problem. Any time." He said, more than willing to keep her mind off of things. Stifling a yawn, Neville glanced up and saw that the sun was beginning to set.
"Well, it's getting late." He muttered, unaware of Lavender looking unsure of something. Just as he turned to her, he was caught off guard by her plump body crashing into him and her lips capturing his own briefly. It only lasted a few seconds, and while the fact she was kissing him was front and center on his mind, he was more than aware of her chest and stomach squishing into him, their size, weight and softness making themselves known to him much more intimately than sight alone. A few seconds of him standing motionless, Lavender broke away, a blush on her face as she looked at him with love and adoration.
"I'll floo you next time I want to go on a date." She squeaked out in an uncharacteristic manner before dashing off the best she could, her body bouncing around violently.
"D-D-Date?" Neville asked himself in disbelief, trying not to stare at the bouncing bum as he racked his brain as to where that came from.
"Oh." He got out, realizing that him taking her around Diagon Alley was for all intents and purposes a date. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but chuckle at the situation itself. The laughing stock of his year got a date, albeit unintentionally, with the former-well who was he kidding, still the most beautiful Gryffindor of his age group.
Next time they went on a date, he'd have to confirm whether or not they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
With their lunch finished as well as talking about whatever topic happened to come up, Harry and the four obese girls decided to head back home after they saw that the sun was starting to go down. Bellies hanging down and sticking out further than usual, along with an extra bounciness to them, the group made it back home just as the sun went down. Thankfully, a few discrete charms as well as the street lights illuminated their path and the Granger household was soon in sight.
Squeezing through the doorway, the girls couldn't help but collapse on the couches and chairs, with Tonks transfiguring one again, all the fast food and waddling catching up to them. Despite that, their stomachs couldn't help but gurgle audibly. Whether it was from trying to digest the greasy food or still hungry, Harry could only guess but safely betted on the latter.
"Dobby." Harry called softly once he was in the kitchen. He noted that the house was indeed noticeably cleaner, so clearly he was having a fun time. Said elf popped in immediately with an excited look on his face.
"Can you make a few small sandwiches for the girls please?" Harry asked kindly, with the elf all too eager to do so. In the living room, the girls were sitting there watching the news on the television. The only thing they were doing was either watching the screen or idly rubbing their stuffed stomachs. The silence was broken by Susan making a sound of minor disgust.
"Ugh, I need a shower." Susan groaned, no doubt catching a whiff of herself. A sentiment that Daphne mirrored.
"Tell me about it. Haven't had a proper shower in a few days. Just been casting cleaning charms at myself." She muttered in annoyance. Hermione leaned up to look at her friends. Tonks also focused on the conversation.
"Any particular reason?" the brunette asked, not understanding why they weren't taking a proper shower. Weren't there spells for that?
"Too fat to reach most of my body." Susan and Daphne said in unison, making them giggle and jiggle.
"Well, the shower is big enough upstairs. You can partner up?" Hermione offered. Mentally she was vividly picturing her two obese friends doing what she and Harry did in the shower. Daphne latched onto Susan's chest, while Susan explored Daphne's folds. She must've been obvious in her imagination because said fantasy was stopped by the TV remote gently impacting against her bare midsection.
"Hermione, we're all admittedly perverts to some degree but showering together isn't quite on the list yet." Daphne said in deadpan, having obviously thrown the remote. Hermione at least had the decency to look sheepish. Tonks lumbered into view, tits bouncing with every step.
"Well, if you girls want, I can teach you a spell to help clean yourselves." Tonks offered, glancing on either side of her to look at all the girls, who were intrigued by her offer.
"What's it do?" Hermione asked immediately, her first for knowledge making itself known in an instant. Tonks could only chuckle at that.
"Just allows you to control the rag or whatever you're cleaning with to get what's out of reach. Wasn't designed to clean people in mind but it works nonetheless." She explained. From what she was telling them, it was going to be a godsend of a spell. Granted Hermione had Harry to help clean her in the shower and vice versa but she knew he couldn't be there every day.
"Why would you know this spell in the first place? Couldn't you just shift your body around to make things easier?" Hermione asked in confusion, pointing out the obvious. Tonks blushed and looked to the side in embarrassment.
"My mother actually reminded me of that fact after I researched the spell. Wasn't something I thought of admittedly." She confessed, making everyone chuckle at the gap in her knowledge.
"Yeah, please teach us." Susan begged, sitting up a little. Even clasping Her hands together in a mock prayer of sorts under her bust. Tonks grinned.
"In return, I get the shower first while you practice it." Tonks declared in a tone that couldn't be refuted before she begun teaching them said spell. After making sure the trio had the spell down, Tonks made her way up the stairs for her shower. Not even a few minutes after she left, Harry came in with a tray with a few sandwiches, one for each girl.
"You girls hungry?" Harry asked cheerfully, but to his disappointment, none of them made any effort. Calling for Dobby, said elf took back the sandwiches and left, no doubt to save them for later. Harry made his way over to Hermione and gave her stomach an affectionate pat.
"Where's Tonks? I want to ask her something." He asked, idly rubbing his girlfriend's stomach, who told him she was upstairs taking a shower. Heading up stairs, he knocked on the door and asked for the auror. Hearing no response and a lack of water running, his saving people instincts took over and he opened the door, thinking something happened to her. He barely made it halfway through before he was stopped, a fleshy prison pinning him to the door frame.
"Oh Harry, not even a day and you're already making moves on me. What will your girlfriend say?" Tonks teased in a fake upset tone, not that he could discern that a more pressing matter at the moment. Her hair was slightly damp, no doubt hastily dried, and a bathrobe clung onto her body. Of course, like every other article of clothing, said robe didn't cover much. It only went down far enough to just cover her rear end, said bum and hips size preventing it from going any lower. Up top she also had a tremendous amount of shiny cleavage on display. Said cleavage was also smothering Harry somewhat, a robed tit pressed against his chest and neck, nearly touching his mouth. Panicking somewhat at the accusation, before he could refute that, Tonks broke down laughing, her chest wobbling soothingly against his.
"Relax, I'm joking. Here, let me just." She clarified before shifting her mass around. Her chest and rest shrunk down to 'normal' sizes, her gut consequently expanding and enveloping Harry in its plush form even more than her chest. Trying to shuffle out, Tonks could only hum in annoyance when she couldn't even budge, no doubt her expanded belly acting as a better seal of sorts in the doorway.
"Okay, that won't work. How about this?" Tonks muttered to herself before shrinking her midsection, letting Harry take in a breath of air. Unfortunately for him, this was short lived as her bust began to increase in size dramatically, quickly smothering a panicking Harry's upper body and face in naked tit fat. As he fruitlessly began tapping on said breasts in an attempt to free himself, Tonks shrugged him off, trying to angle herself out of the door, but like earlier, couldn't move much. With great embarrassment, she shrunk back down to her original shape.
"Okay, clearly shifting won't work with you in the door with me. Here, you back out with me." Tonks ordered a practically comatose Harry, who could only mindlessly back out the way he came, with the older woman doing the same. With the door now free, Tonks pulled the still motionless Harry inside and shut the door.
"You alright?" she asked worriedly, seeing that he was unresponsive. Waving a hand in front of his face seemed to do the trick as Harry finally came back to reality.
"That was, nice. Almost as good as Hermione." Harry got out, scarlet as he was doing everything in his power to avoid looking at his bodyguard's body. Tonks didn't seem to notice, let alone seem to care about their brief 'incident' just now.
"Oh you're such a charmer. Anyway, what do you need Harry?" Tonks teased in appreciation before waddling over to a cabinet, her bum bouncing visibly.
"Know any privacy or silencing charms?" Harry asked awkwardly, revealing his plight to the older witch, who could only grin.
"Let me guess. You and Hermione want to do couple stuff?" she accused as she began grabbing fresh clothes, which were clearly brought over earlier in the day while they were gone.
"Y-yeah, we do. Her parents heard us a few days ago so I don't want that happening again. Especially with you and her friends here." Harry explained with a little more confidence as he eased into the topic. While he and Hermione would've done some more thorough research soon enough, the arrival of their guests sped up the need for the spell.
Hermione would be proud of him for taking the initiative on this topic. Seeing her motion to turn around, Harry did so as he thought of anything except the naked Tonks that was getting dressed behind him. It was an awkward few seconds.
"Well, at least you're thoughtful about it and not ashamed to ask for help. Most guys wouldn't care." Tonks said as she put her robe aside and performed some subtle adjustments. Clothes were still just a tad too small. Turning back to Harry, she saw the boy in question had a shift in mood as his shoulders were now slumped ever so slightly. Having been informed of what he had been through, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was eating at him. Grabbing his arms gently, she guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, plopping down right next to him, her weight causing him to lean against her. She carefully wrapped an arm around him supportively.
"Listen, Harry. If you need help, don't be afraid to ask me, Madam Bones or anyone else for help. I'm aware that numerous other adults have failed you and others in that regard but believe me when I say that they're being punished for it." She explained, trying to help Harry. There was absolutely NO need for him to go through or do everything he went through in just the last three years alone. She had to make him understand that it wasn't his responsibility to fix these things. He should be focusing on school, friends, his girlfriend and enjoying himself. Harry sighed.
"I'll try Tonks. Just, my whole life I've learned that adults can't be trusted to do anything. Between my horrible relatives, and the teachers and Ministry not doing anything at all, it's a hard habit to break." He explained and she knew he was unfortunately correct. All the teachers failed him spectacularly and she didn't blame him in regards to the Ministry.
Tonks sat him up straight and looked him in the eye. Despite the seriousness of the topic, Harry couldn't help but sneak a peak downwards. Her shirt was tight, her chest showing off a good amount of cleavage while the bottom of it dug into her stomach, which even then peaked out from the bottom in an adorable manner. All the while her shorts hugged her thighs and bum tightly.
"And I understand that. The important thing is that you at least try. Feeling better? She asked, telling him what he should keep trying to do.
"Much." He admitted, feeling oddly lighter after their little talk. Tonks gave him a gentle pat on the back.
"Now, let's teach you those charms." She said, and after a few minutes, she felt he had them down.
"Good job. Go downstairs and tell Susan and Daphne the shower is free for them." She said, ushering him out as the messenger. As he made his way out, Tonks couldn't help but look at her charge in appreciation.
"What a cutie. Shame he's with Hermione. I'd snatch him up myself if he was willing." Tonks thought to herself. Despite her thoughts regarding Harry, she was at war with herself on the matter. On one hand, she was an auror assigned to protect him. It would be an incredibly unethical matter if she went after him in a romantic sense, let alone the fact she was what, seven, eight years older than him.
On the other hand, she was a woman with her own needs. He was good looking, he treated her with respect. The fact he didn't bat an eye at her powers, let alone asked her to change her body to appeal to his wants was a huge bonus. Most important of all, the fact he wasn't put off, and in fact loved his girlfriend's obese frame, which was frankly the largest witch on record. Forgive her for being shallow, but options in Magical Britain were limited and she'd rather look to other countries for a partner as a last resort if she could help it.
Seriously, seven billion people on the planet, and with near instantaneous transport around the globe, she had no reason to be limited to those in Magical Britain only.
Maybe she'd take a page out Harry's book and throw up some privacy and silencing charms later for some alone time. Merlin knows it's been a while and the last few days have driven her into overdrive down there.
AN: and there's chapter seven. Harry has gained a few interactions with Susan, Daphne and Tonks that'll draw them closer together. I'm aware said interactions are a bit unrealistic, albeit with how the girl act, but considering it's a harem fic, the girls are super obese, magic, etc, I'm not too worried on that front
Got Dobby bonded to Harry. Make cooking, cleaning, etc taken care of. I've never agreed with elves NEEDING a master. It felt like such a 'perfect' aspect that I couldn't help but feel it was nefarious. Expect more of that throughout the fic. Me twisting certain aspects.
Peaked in on the mindsets of various individuals. Harry is understandably confused about the fact adults are actually doing their job. Ginny and Luna are doing okay and I felt I tackled Ginny's thoughts on Harry fairly well. Ron, I'm trying to portray fairly canon-like given circumstances. He isn't going to be shouting mudblood, but he is going to be an ass when things aren't going his way and the like.
Got Neville and his harem started a little. His side of things and harem will be smaller than Harry's and will be less focused on, but I'll check in on him every so often. Harry and his story is the focus but there's other characters and pairings are there and I don't want to forget them.
Next chapter, the harem will officially be formed and more lemons.
