This is the start of a new fan-fiction one-shot folder I shall dub, The Compendium of Corpulence. As the title implies, it will be a compendium of weight gain one-shots set in the Harry Potter universe. Male and Female weight gain are allowed, but expect more of the later. Any suggestions will always be open and I'll do my best to credit ideas I write one shots off of left in reviews. Any story here is pretty much kinky smut, and has the potential to become its own stand-alone story or get a continuation should it be well received enough.

So please, leave a review for criticism or any suggestions/requests.

This first one-shot was written months ago during my hiatus with the help of IdlemanRPG.


Warning: If you find any of these triggering, I'd avoid reading this one.

* Mentions of Plus-Sized Women.


The Lion, The Witch, and Her Wardrobe

September 17th, 1999

6:00 AM

Griffyndor Head Boy & Girl Dormitory Room

It was the break of dawn in Hogwarts, Scotland and students across the castle were waking up and getting ready for the school day ahead of them. For many students it was a simple routine, go shower and get dressed before descending down the stairs to get breakfast in the newly rebuilt Hogwarts. For many of the older years, it was a pleasant return to form after the Wizarding War that took place in the last year, Muggleborns being able to leave the concentration camps set up by the Voldemort ruled ministry and wizards being able to live in peace without worrying about the third return of Voldemort. All of this would not have been possible if not for the noble sacrifices of Harry and Hermione Potter during the events of the second wizarding war.

The two had gone on a mission to destroy the Horcruxes that kept voldemort tied to the mortal plane, however, they left early due to an attack at the Burrow. One lucky death eater had hit Hermione with a curse that would cause her to slowly put on weight for the rest of her life, it was primarily used as a means to fatten up livestock. After their best friend Ron Weasley left them due to Hermione-caused food shortages, they continued on their hunt without him. Being stuck in a tent together for a few months had led to the two connecting in a way they never considered, they realized they felt something for one another that neither felt Gryffindor enough to say out loud. So on Halloween of 1997 the two eloped and got married in a muggle chapel for a quick ceremony knowing that either would probably die the next day. This union provided a strange effect according to Remus Lupin, an eye witness, the scar on top of Harry's head shrieked and exploded before fading into nothing. Unbeknownst to the newlyweds, similar incidents occurred all over England even causing the death of Voldemort's pet snake Nagini, a few goblins laundering galleons out of the Black vaults, and even causing an ethereal shrieking noise to echo from the Room of Requirement causing every death eater in the vicinity of the room to be driven mad and kill themselves. After these incidents became public knowledge Hermione and Harry rationalized that their union was the power known not by the prophecy's terms.

After months of training with Remus and Tonks, the two returned to Hogwarts only to find that Neville and Headmistress McGonagall had reclaimed the school. Apparently, Ron had gone to Shell Cottage, but when Harry and Hermione got married he told everyone what the two of them were doing. In the time since, Hogwarts was purged of Death Eaters and Ron had formed a strike team to free the Muggleborns held in the death camps knowing its something Hermione and Harry would have done. Neville meanwhile had reformed Dumbledore's Army with the denizens of Hogsmede included in their freedom fighting army, Dumbledore's messages of forgive and forget would no longer be tolerated with McGonagall in charge of the reins. On February 13th, 1998 Voldemort and his armies attacked Hogwarts but were mercilessly destroyed by the newly christened Guardians of Hogwarts, Voldemort himself was killed with a bombarda to the chest cast by an enraged Harry after he tried to obliviate Hermione into a "Mindless Mud-Blood Pig".

The war was won and happiness spread throughout the land, Muggleborns were now freed from the oppressive grip of the Dark faction and sweeping reforms were made to ensure such a thing would never happen again. With things returning to normal Harry and Hermione learned that Ron and Ginny had each moved onto other partners, Neville Longbottom for Ginny and Susan Bones for Ron, they were happy for each other. However, the blood curse that has effected Hermione has already started, by the time that they were married she was 245 pounds and by the time they killed voldemort she was 310 pounds. Harry and Hermione knew it would be tough for them, but they were in this together.

So then the two planned out their destination honeymoon in Australia where they would eventually unobliviate Hermione's parents and spend their first summer as a married couple enjoying the Gold Coast. Unfortunately, Hermione's parents were enraged at what their daughter had done by wiping their memories and sending them off to Australia. They then got hostile towards Harry, blaming him for dragging their daughter into this mess and that they should have let McGonagall bind her magic and wipe their memories of meeting them. As they yelled at harry for turning their innocent little girl into a corrupted fat whale, Hermione obliviated them once more and Wendell and Monica Wilkins woke up in their candy shop remembering that the two came in to window shop and left without buying anything.

For the first few weeks of their honeymoon, Hermione was depressed about what she had to do to her parents. While she kept up with her muggle studies, there was always an air of disappointment from them ever since she started attending Hogwarts. Perhaps she would never live up to their expectations even if she wasn't magical, she caught herself wondering in their hotel room that day as Harry came up in a bathing shit. That day on she smiled and decided to just enjoy herself for the rest of her days, what her parents once thought no longer mattered to her, what she thought and what Harry thought were all that really mattered to her. So for the next two months the two hung out by the beach, toured the outback and cityside, enjoying the Aussie nightlife and savored many of the coastline delicacies, who knew Kangaroo steak tasted so good?! By the end of the vacation, the two returned to Hogwarts with Hermione weighing a good even 500lbs. An offer from the Weasleys to house them until they got on their feet led to Hermione putting on another hundred from Molly's indulgent home cooking.

Then, the surprise of their lives came when letters from McGonagall arrived with two badges: the Head Boy and Head Girl badge. Should the two return to finish their optional final year of Hogwarts like the other seventh years during the war were offered, they would be made into the Heads of Gryffindor house. It took no hesitation from Hermione at all to accept the badges. Now the two did the Head work, keeping head counts and showing the first years and second years the ropes around the school. And with leading the students to and grom the Great Hall, the Gryffs became the first to enter and last to leave due to Hermione's rising appetite…

Speaking of, the sounds of Hermione's insatiable stomach groaning in hunger woke up the loving couple. Not wanting to leave his wife's warmth, Harry nuzzled deeper into her blubber, his face deep inside of her vast cleavage while her mattress like belly engulfed his torso. Her stomach groaned again, this time even louder as the couple reluctantly woke up from a good night's sleep and got out of bed.

Harry yawned snd stretched as he picked up his glasses, putting them on he looked at Hermione looking back up at him with bedroom eyes. Hermione had blossomed into a humongous woman with the quantity of food she ate at the nightly feasts at Hogwarts. Pushing against her belly, hands sinking within, he was pinned down by her belly and breasts and the two could only chuckle softly as Harry tried to make his way out from under her, Hermione tried to help but she was just too damn fat to help him out in any meaningful way. After five minutes, Harry was freed and took in his wife, the bushy haired bookworm smiled at him as she stretched and leaned back against the beds they pushed together for the sake of space, causing the two twin sized beds to groan under her weight.

Hermione, to put it nicely, was huge.

Taking his wife in, Hermione had a double chin paired with a pair of fatty cheeks, she smiled as Harry looked over her. Her arms had fattened up a surprising amount, bigger than Harry's torso and stuck out on her like she was wearing a pair of wager wings filled with enough fat to burst an inner tube. Bellow her meaty jiggly arms were her breasts, those massive mammaries were bigger than any bra she could buy in Britain, each easily being able to hold a gallon of milk whenever she eventually becomes pregnant. They rested haphazardly on the sides of Hermione's massive stomach that had a split down the middle, however, it looked like it could hold at least 3 unlucky wizards should they manage to piss her off. Her belly rested on a pair of massive thighs that would probably be lucky to fit in a truck tire let alone a pair of pants. Above them were a pair of hips that nearly were off of the bed, and behind her was a mammoth arse, with said arse cheeks on par size with her breasts, that made her at least a foot taller sitting down than she was 2 years ago. Harry smiled as he rubbed Hermione's swollen foot, which had a jiggly cankle wrapped around it, knowing what would come next. All in all she was easily over 700 pounds the last time they weighed her.

"Morning Hermione, what's on the agenda today?" Harry asked as he walled over to her.

Hermione rolled on her side facing Harry, she started grunting and struggling as she tried to sit herself up. The witch grunted as she struggled to sit upright on the two boulders of blubber that she called an ass. But eventually, as sweat droplets began to form, she gave up and looked up at Harry as she sweated like a pig, unable to sit up on her own.

"Well ~huff…~ I have a runes test I am ~huff…~ sure to pass today… ~huff…~ But I cant ~huff…~ think on an empty stomach..." She said as her stomach growled again.

"Well we also can't have you stinking up the place, you sweaty pig. So let's get you into the shower." Harry said as he held his hands out.

"Tch, Im fine Harry. ~huff…~ No need to get so worked up ~huff…~ over a little BO…" Hermione said as she raised up one of her arms, the cellulite sagging downward as she took a whiff before applying muggle deodorant to hold her over until after breakfast.

"Okay Hermione, you know what time it is." He said chuckling as he gave her foot a rub down.

Hermione gave a smile as he swapped to her other foot and rubbed that one too, as if to prepare her for what was to come. With a nod that emphasized her double chins, Harry swung her around the best she could. Her chunky legs hung off the edge of the bed while her bum grinded deeper into the sunken bed. Her breasts and belly sloshed like liquid, making her giggle at the sensation.

"Now comes the hard part." Hermione said with a teasing tone, extending her fat arms the best she could.

Harry grabbed her fatty hands, which dwarfed his easily, Harry's twig-like legs pressed against her belly, which now oozed right above her knees due to gravity, feeling it gurgle and yearn for food. With a herculean tug, Harry barely managed to haul her off of the bed. Momentum kept her moving forward, her arse sloshing side to side violently as shockwaves traveled Up her tree trunk like legs like a mold of gelatin. Waddling forward a few feet, Hermione panted as Harry stepped away. She was fine for now. Hard part was indeed over.

"Okay… ~huff…~ Let's get dressed… ~huff…~" Hermione said as she made her way off to grab some of her clothes from their dresser.

Harry stared lovingly at his wife, he wasn't quite sure why but something about watching her grow excited him. Perhaps it fame from the fact that he was less likely to be beaten by the Dursleys after he cooked for them, perhaps its because some scrawny women reminded him too much of petunia, hell maybe its some kind of pseudo-Oedipus complex since Molly Weasley was the first mother figure he had in his memory. Or maybe its simply that he like women with gargantuan tits and asses so fat they can hardly stand without needing to sit down for five minutes. She waddled back with some sky blue colored fabric, while the size could make it easily mistaken for a large blanket or robe, it was actually a pair of knickers and a bra. While the fact Hermione could not buy clothing in her size in Britain remained true, Fleur was kind enough to send over some of her mother's old maternity clothing: apparently it was a species-wide secret that Veela got INCREDIBLY fat as a part of their pregnancies.

Hermione leaned against a dresser as she hiked one leg up, like the world's fattest ballerina. Harry slipped one panty leg past her foot and up her cankle. After Hermione sat her foot down with a room shaking thud that sent her wobbling, she hiked up the other which let Harry slide in the other. Putting both feet on the ground now, she watched as Harry pulled up her panties over her fatty legs, but noticed that the higher they went the tighter they had felt around her leg. The panties, which were meant for the largest of Veela soon-to-be mothers, was not large enough for Hermione's own human girth. She couldn't resist a blush forming on her face at the thought, finding the very concept incredibly arousing

"Over or under your belly today love?" Harry asked, giving said belly a kiss. Now that she was standing, it was free to hang as low as it could, which was right at her knees.

"Hmm, over today. We have classes upstairs today and I'd dread to lose points from my belly slapping against my fat thighs." Hermione said, biting her lip at the memory, somewhat dreading yet eager for the once mundane action of climbing Hogwarts' moving staircases. Wordlessly, Harry began inching the knickers over the tan slab.

Quickly, he ran into resistance and went around the back end. Face directly in front of her ginormous bum, taking up all of his vision, he began working the undergarments up them as well. He repeated this process a few times until they were on her as well as they would be. They were stretched to their limit, looking little more than string in some areas. Her belly only rose a few inches whilst her knickers dug into it slightly, only stopping just under her cavernous navel. Behind, her bum was more of an issue, as on top of the tan boulders swallowing the stretched fabric deeply, they didn't even go up halfway. Perhaps they'd have to invest in some custom knickers soon. Or perhaps leave her bare down there at the rate she was growing.

"Are you done?" Hermione asked as she bit her lip, she felt Harry's hands rubbing against her arse and womanhood, in any effort to get her panties to fit better.

"Yeah that'll do it. Now lift up those bingo wings, we got a bra to put on." Harry said as he placed one of the bra's cups over one of her massive mammaries.

With some difficulty, she lifted one of her arms and Harry quickly inserted it into the bra. Immediately she let it drop heavily, slapping loudly against her side and sending her into motion. They repeated the process with her other arm to the same results.

"Now comes the hardest part of this step." Harry pulled on each of the clips ends and grunted as he pulled them as he tried to clip them together over the top of her fatty back.

Hermione grit her teeth as she felt the bra cut into her boob and back fat. Inch by inch, Harry pulled back, fighting against gravity pulling on over 100 pounds of tit fat. With one last heave followed by a hiss from Hermione, Harry hastily latched the buckles together and did the deed. Hermione's back fat swallowed the back of the bra without issue. Up front, said tits were too big to be properly contained and thus spilled over the cups in some capacity.

"Alright, hard parts over, time for the easier part." Harry panted, leaning against the larger girl briefly as he caught His breath. Pulling out the largest skirt in the school, he was beyond thankful that this quilt-sized piece of fabric went on with relatively little struggle. It fitting properly was a different story. Like her knickers, her skirt was forced to be over her belly, which still hung out from the bottom slightly. Considering her vast hips, they rode up tremendously, exposing nearly all of her thighs and legs. Behind her, most of her bum's crack was on display, in a similar situation As the undergarments that were barely visible still.

Grabbing a shirt, Harry helped her feed her bingo wings into the sleeves, each one briefly becoming stuck as she tried to force the massive limbs into the too small tubes. Hermione huffed and puffed as she stood with her arms held out like a scarecrow, all this standing was getting to her. She looked down past her vision obscuring tits and saw some of the massive pillow of flesh that was her belly moving up and down hypnotically as she breathed. In an effort to help Harry with the next step, she tried to suck in her gut, which did nothing, shaking at the Herculean effort to try to conceal that much adipose. Harry then grabbed the two strips of shirt and tried to button them together, trying being the best word. Tugging with all his might, he barely managed to get one of the buttons done, the one right below her cleavage, which from his position, was incredibly tempting. Moving down a set, his efforts were even more difficult and he soon realized that it wasn't going to happen. Letting go of a breath, he simply collapsed against her chest.

"Yeah, this is the best we'll get." He muttered before backing away. Taking a look at his efforts, he couldn't help but huff. Over 700 pounds and she was barely covered, having outgrown the largest articles of clothing they could find. Merlin, he loved this and he loved her even more.

Believing they were done, Hermione let out the breath she was holding. Suddenly the sole button Harry had managed to button, snapped off and shot past Harry's head and into a mirror shattering it.

"Oh bollocks!" Hermione said as she went for her wand to fix it, however, a sharp tearing noise was heard. Looking back she saw her meaty arms tear through the sleeves, granting her arm mobility.

With a swish and flick, the mirror is repaired but as she bent down to grab the sole button, her skirt and panties tore open, snapping the elastic and freeing her derrière for a stunned Harry to see. Hermione panted as she looked down at all her clothes, she was frustrated as all she had left was her bra.

"Oh come on, you might as well break too!" She said in frustration, and as if granting her wish, the bra's front buckle snapped in half under the weight of holding her mammoth-sized mammaries aloft. The two breasts dropped to Hermione's wide sides with a loud slap as she breathed out in equal parts frustration and relief. As she stood there wobbling and red faced, she could only look at an equally red Harry and offer up an awkward smile.

"You think McGonagall would let me attend class nude? Or at the least let us stay here all day while we do remote work and 'other' activities." Hermione teased, trailing a pudgy finger down belly seductively. All the jiggling and destruction got her in the mood again and to her expecting and relief, Harry was rapidly discarding his clothes and gently shoved her onto their bed.

Yeah, clothes were overrated at this size.