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

* Mentions of Plus-Sized Women.

* Mentions of Plus-Sized Men.

* Homophobic Language. (By Vernon)

To be clear, I don't agree with any of Vernon's statements. I just wrote them since they're in character.

This was Co-written by IdlemanRPG, any and all requests are welcome but I any guarantee I'll do it.

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AoA One-Shot: The Flavor Ferry

18th of June, 1995

12:15 PM

Little Whinging, Surrey

It was a hot summer's day in Surrey England and the Dursleys' household was no different. Within the utterly normal house resided the Dursleys, a perfectly normal family. The patriarch, Vernon, was a bit too big for his britches metaphorically and literally while bolstering a temper to match his waistline. The matriarch, Petunia, was the busybody housewife who shared gossip with the neighbors as if they were missile codes to some foreign country the Dursleys would assuredly like to see bombed off the map. And then there was Dudley, their perfect little boy who could stand to lose a few pounds despite his parents insistence that it was a requirement for him being a growing boy: until he got too fat to box that is. Yes everything was just fine and dandy for the Dursleys except for two things: their freak of a nephew upstairs and the diet that has been implemented for their "Precious little dudders" by Smeltings.

Vernon sat in his chair, huffing in frustration as he flipped through the paper frustrated at the changing world he lived in.

"It's bollocks isn't it? How come I'm expected to operate a computer when I can do my job just bloody fine!" He grumbled as he crumpled up a section with photos of a pride parade on it.

"Don't get mad about the computers Vernon, working behind a computer will make you look… exquisite." Petunia said as she brushed down a vase with her duster.

"Harrumph I say! The damn Freaks are ruining the world with their gizmos and drug peddling! Look at this pet, the bloody queers are protesting that they were "born gay" bollocks! They just don't want to man up like they're supposed to." Vernon bellowed as he crumpled up the paper, tossing it aside.

Petunia frowned at her husband's frustrations. Of course she didn't believe that the wizards were behind the technology stuff, from what she saw of Diagon Alley it was all medieval. Of course, from what Lilly had described of the headmaster, she couldn't be so unsure of their influence on the latter. She tapped her chin wondering how exactly to alleviate this day before her husband's blood pressure reared its ugly head. She knew whoever wrote such a scandalous news article for the Surrey Comet would be out by the week, I mean who writes such blasphemous dribble on a Sunday?! So she decided that maybe a little reward for her two men was needed.

"You know Vernon, perhaps we should go out for lunch today. Maybe somewhere nice and away from all the worries on the paper?" Petunia asked, and to her credit, Vernon grinned at the idea.

"Splendid idea as usual Pet, Dudley! Get your things! We're going out for lunch!" Vernon yelled as he tossed the paper in the bin.

A sound similar to a drunken rhinoceros was heard as Dudley waddled down the stairs. The fat 18 year old brushed off crisp dust from his rugby jersey and waddled downstairs. He grinned at the mention of actual food and not bloody rabbit food.

"What about the boy?" Petunia asked, darting her eyes towards the rail thin boy in question. Washing the kitchen floor, he paid them no mind as he focused on the task at hand.

"Eh, he's been well behaved so far, I think a reward will be order." Vernon said, with his face betraying his words and their meaning. This would be no reward either way, he simply didn't trust him alone in his home at the age of 18.

"Hmmmm, very well. Boy, get dressed, you're coming with us!" Petunia shrieked, drawing Harry from his work. Finishing the last spot on the floor, he did as they requested, throwing on a more acceptable outfit. With everyone ready, the four of them squeezed into the car, with Harry unfortunately squeezed behind Vernon as he drove, while Dudley took up the rest of the backseat. After about an hour of an agonizingly long car ride, the four of them finally reached their destination.

The restaurant was built into a dock in what Harry assumed was a defunct gaudy ferry, in pink and white text reminiscent of a candy cane "Flavor Ferry", was splayed out in sugary sweet cursive text. It was apparent that the restaurant was more upscale than the usual lot, as there was a host who escorted them to their table. Harry didn't miss the look of disgust on the admittedly pretty girl as she looked at the Dursley's who were rude to her. He did blush when she shot him a wink and an appreciative smile, which he gave an awkward smile in return, mainly as an apology for the other three, which she understood.

Looking at the menu, Harry was shocked at what they served. A variety of food, some he was familiar with, some he only heard of and plenty he never even knew existed. The best part was that they were massive portions. Hell, he was certain that some of these dishes would be enough to feed him for a week alone.. However, his hopes were quickly dashed as Dudley snatched the menu out of his hand.

"Freaks like you don't get to eat normal food!" Dudley said to the approval of his father.

Harry slumped his shoulders and at least took the opportunity to look around and enjoy the scenery. He was fascinated by the restaurant's vintage steamboat aesthetic, it almost felt like he was back in the Wizarding world for the first time. A land of wonder and whimsy with all the bells and whistles, ironically enough actual ones in this case occasionally tooting and ringing, not pointing out any of the corruption within there of. Around the restaurant were people of all kinds eating massive sized portions of God knows what: he saw a family of four enjoying a table sized serving of nachos, a group of gal pals who were drinking sodas by the bottle, some people wearing rainbow shirts enjoying the music while chattering in between bites of various sandwiches, presumably they were some of the people in the parade Vernon ranted about. However, his attention was grabbed when he heard a sharp wolf whistle from a drooling Dudley and a waitress approaching with a less than amused face.

The waitress in question was a rather buxom young lady, maybe around his and Dudley's age who appeared to be around 300 pounds or around 21 stone for those who read The Philosopher's Stone over The Sorcerer's Stone. Her brown bushy hair was pulled back into a makeshift ponytail that looked like it was made of topiary. She was wearing a uniform consisting of black slacks that hugged her thick legs and widened hips, and no doubt hugged onto what would've been a bountiful rear. A beige button down that had one or two buttons undone at the top allowing for the girl to breathe with her large cleavage, with breasts about ¾ the size of her head. Her shirt hung onto her tightly, a few slivers of tan skin peaking through as her fleshy torso pushed the limits of her uniform. To compliment her shirt, a pair of pink and white stripped suspenders clung tightly to her in place of a belt that would probably be uncomfortable, considering the size of her flabby gut, which was on par with a pregnant woman's stomach and hung over the waistband of her slacks, whilst barely peeking out from under her shirt. Harry looked at the name tag and his heart nearly skipped a beat in surprise, the girl before him completely unrecognizable from the one he was used to. Glancing up he saw the frustrated waitress was indeed who he thought she was, gritting her straightened teeth together like two spinning whetstones as she was red in both frustration and embarrassment.

"Hmph, it is about time that you got here. We've been waiting for 2 minutes." Petunia said as she stared at her in revile.

"Ma'am I was in the middle of my break when your son cat-called me." Hermione said clearly frustrated.

"Well now you can take our orders." Vernon grumbled as he looked through the menu.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes before pulling out a pencil and pad and said in a forced jolly tone.

"Welcome to the Flavor Ferry, can I-"

"May I", Petunia said as she adjusted her hair in the hand mirror.

Hermione's eyes twitched. Had she not been frustrated by this blatant workers right violation, she'd probably laugh at the irony of having her grammar corrected.

"Right… MAY I take your order for your appetizers." Hermione said as she gripped her pencil.

"For appetizers we will take a dozen scotch eggs, three Yorkshire puddings, and Welsh rarebit." Vernon said.

"Very classy…" Hermione grumbled under her breath. "Now then, drinks?"

Dudley gazed at Hermione's breasts with a sense of lust, almost like he wanted to take a drink of her. Hermione cringed and covered her bountiful chest with her notepad and arms the best she could, unintentionally pulling her shirt up letting a little more belly loose.

"Hmm, a round of cola I presume." Vernon said as Hermione wrote that down.

Hermione puts her pencil behind her ear in a way that Harry found cute before walking off towards the kitchen. Harry and Dudley both watched as Hermione walked off, her large bottom bouncing up and down as she made her way to the kitchen, each arse cheek on par with a football in size and straining her slacks to their limit. Dudley was watching her like he would a piece of steak before devouring it, Harry was more so stunned by the whole ordeal and felt this was a dream of some sorts.

"A bit of a bint wasn't she?", Vernon said as he spread butter on the complimentary bread.

"Yeah but have you seen the bum on that bird?" Dudley said as he wiped his lips.

"Oh? I suppose she could use some manners but is my little Dudders interested?", Petunia asked.

Harry cringed as they talked about his friend like that. Vernon's insults and insistence she wasn't good enough, Petunia plotting to pair the two up, and both willfully ignoring the fact their son is perving over a random waitress. He wonders what they would think if they knew she was actually little more than a freakish little witch in their eyes. The marauder side of him thought it'd be fun to burst their bubble as Hermione walked back with a tray of drinks.

"Here you go…" Hermione said as she gingerly placed the 4 colas on the table, her gut brushing against said table.

"So Hermione, how's your summer been so far?" Harry asked casually, taking a sip of his cola before Dudley snatched it. Hermione gained a small smile, drawing attention to her chubby cheeks.

"Oh it's been wonderful so far. The school year was exhausting to say the least so-" She shook her head in shock. "Harry is that you?" Hermione said, cocking her head to the side.

Harry nodded and as per usual Hermione gave her friend a tight hug. Harry blushed red as his position sitting down led to him getting a face full of those voluptuous breasts she hid from his cousin. Unfortunately giving Dudley a view of her cracking arse squeezed up against her pants as she hugged his cousin. She soon let up and brushed herself off.

"Well this is a nice surprise Harry… so then these must be the Dursleys… I should have known." She said, giving the three a side-eye glare.

"What lies have you been spouting about us boy?" Petunia asked with a sneer.

"He didn't even have to say anything, for Christmas you sent him a used tissue, a button, and a pence. What kind of scrooges do that?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms under her impressive bosom. At this point other patrons were beginning to stare and gossip but the Dursley's blocked that from their minds.

"You're one of those Freaks aren't you!" Vernon all but shouted, bringing himself to standing and staring down the blubbery brunette. Everyone was staring at the obese man in shock at his reaction. Hermione and Harry's faces went slack and stone faced. Harry at the fact his best friend was called a freak. Hermione because her mind was going elsewhere. She chuckled. She knew what to do.

"Oh pray tell, how exactly am I a freak? As far as I'm concerned, I'm completely normal. Right guys?" Hermione asked with a smirk, and sure enough, the regulars voiced their opinions on the matter, further embarrassing and discrediting the Dursley's. Unfortunately for them, they weren't having it.

"You know exactly why you're a Freak. You go to that damned school." Petunia hissed. Hermione cocked a wide hip.

"You mean that school for gifted individuals that I was so lucky to be accepted into. The one your nephew was also accepted into? I don't think it's freakish at all. My parents are quite proud of the fact I was accepted." Hermione stated proudly, not backing down as she stared Vernon down, with said man's face turning an unsightly shade of purple.

"Of course they'd be proud. They're Freaks too!" Vernon shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. At this point numerous patrons were getting up from their seats, not willing to take any chances on what would likely happen. In a far off corner, two policemen were getting up as well, their lunch break interrupted.

"Is there a problem here?" One of the policemen asked. One who had a large build capable of handling someone like Vernon. Vernon turned on the spot.

"Yes, this little hussy is goddamned freak. Using her freakish ways to try and seduce my son." Vernon shouted, pleading with the officer to see reason. Meanwhile Petunia and Dudley were glaring at Harry and Hermione, the latter of which was fretting over the former.

"Yeah, sure she is. Now Hermione, what really happened?" The policeman asked, a regular himself.

"I took their order and I recognized Harry here from school and the three of them started freaking out for some reason." Hermione explained calmly, bringing Harry into a protective hug, her belly squishing against him.

However her face is suddenly hit by the bloated man's fist, leaving a black bruise over her right eye. Dudley cheered for his dad but saw he was getting detained.

"What are you arresting me for?! They're the witches here! Waving around sticks and sacrificing cats while us normal people live in fear! Corrupting our youth with rock music and turning young men into poofters!" Vernon shouted in anger as a police baton was struck over his head.

"Yeah yeah whatever, sorry about that ma'am." The Bobby said to Hermione as he escorted Vernon out of the restaurant.

"You two will need to come too, as witnesses connected to the assaulter." The policewoman said as Petunia got out of her seat.

"But we didn't get lunch yet!" Dudley whined as he and his mum were led out of the restaurant to the relief of the patrons.

Hermione rubbed her head as another waiter ran over with a raw steak and Hermione held the frozen meat slab against her swollen black eye. She frowned and looked at Harry with her good one.

"Well that escalated rather quickly…" Hermione said, holding her makeshift ice pack.

"Are you okay? I know that hurts…" Harry said sympathetically before correcting himself. "I-I mean it looks like it hurts…"

Hermione frowned at this. Her and Ron's suspicions were confirmed that the Dursleys were indeed abusive towards their mutual friend.

"Oh Harry…" Hermione said as she hugged him with her unused arm.

Harry frowned, he did not like that this was brought to light but supposed Hermione would not tell anyone. He sighed and hugged her back as he looked at her.

"So… Do you know anywhere we can talk?" He asked.

"I do… hold on." Hermione said as she got up and walked off.

A few minutes later another waiter escorted Harry into a private area in the back of the restaurant away from any listening ears. Hermione was waiting at a table with a bandage around the Steak so she could use her hands.

"There… we'll be getting your relative's appetizers soon enough but this will be good enough to not break the Statute." Hermione said as she sipped a drink while Harry sat down next to her.

"Right… so, not to offend you but where did all of THIS come from?" He asked as he poked Hermione in her tummy, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

"Oh that? That's just some weight I put on over the summers I've been working here, as well as at Hogwarts. McGonnagal applies a girdling spell onto some of the girls before they return to school at their request." Hermione said as she relaxed, her already round belly seemingly getting bigger as she released a breath

"If you're 18 and can use magic, why can't you heal your black eye?" Harry asked.

"Because I'm sure the Aurors will be coming by soon and I don't want to get rid of any evidence." Hermione said as a waiter soon appeared carrying the appetizers. Hermione's mouth immediately watered at the sight of said 'appetizers' while Harry's eyes bugged out of his skull. These weren't appetizers, these were full blown meals. Merlin, he soon dreaded how big an actual meal was at this place.

Hermione grinned and picked up a scotch egg with each hand and offered him one. Harry took one and she bit down on the sausage wrapped hard boiled egg. Harry sniffed it too and bit down on it, his eyes widened and he continued to eat the egg.

"Mph, woah dish is good!" Harry said as he downed the egg before grabbing another much to Hermione's chagrin.

"Like the food?" She asked with a smirk.

"Yeah! Mph, I don't really get food in the summer outside of a cheese sandwich or something other than what I smuggle out of school." Harry said before he bit down on the second.

That alarmed Hermione, how could people so obese starve someone!? Then she remembered that they punched her at the mere possibility of her being magical. A complete stranger. She loathed to imagine what Harry went through, almost enough to ruin her appetite.

"So be honest with me Hermione. Any particular reason why you're gaining weight?" Harry asked, feeling stuffed from only two eggs. Merlin he really was a twig. Hermione sighed, collecting her thoughts before shoving another egg down her gullet.

"Just, it's kind of hard to explain. You know certain things get you 'excited' down there? Well, a few years ago I saw a really fat woman waddling Down the road one day. Normally I'd put it off but for one second I imagined myself as fat and I liked it. I experiment for a weeks and the rest is history. Here I am, 19 years old and over 300 pounds and growing." Hermione explained proudly, even giving her stomach a few pats, sending it jiggling, something that immediately drew Harry's attention.

"That's 'nice' to hear Hermione, I'm happy for you. For what it's worth, if you want help, I'm here for you." Harry got out nervously, trying not to seem like a pervert.

"Thanks Harry, that means a lot and I think I'll take you up on that." Hermione said, appreciative of her best friend's support. So appreciative that after she finished her current egg, she planted a quick kiss on Harry's lips, her bosom and stomach enveloping his smaller torso in softness.

"So, if I may ask, do you have a goal in mind?" Harry asked, his face scarlet, both from the kiss and her fat pressing against him.

"Mmmm, no real goal. Just keep eating and getting fatter. Even if I reach Immobility, I'm not stopping at all. Gotta keep fattening me up." Hermione said proudly and with a perverse grin, her face red in excitement. Rubbing her belly lovingly, she immediately went back to stuffing herself.

Harry watched her enraptured, completely stunned at this side of Hermione he never knew existed. She was nonstop, barely finishing a bite before taking another. Blushing, his thoughts drifted to what she said earlier: just being fatter and fatter to his surprise he felt himself getting hard at the thought.

Was he into fat women? His whole life he grew up thinking skinny and athletic was how it works, yet despite that, he never felt anything. To test this, he imagined his old crush Cho and Ginny, another girl who caught his eye as bigger and sure enough, he got the same reaction, albeit not as intense as Hermione.

As Harry daydreamed, Hermione caught him staring absent-mindedly at Her belly, and she didn't mind at all. Glad there was confirmation that she was sexy to sum. Blushing at the thought of her and Harry together in bed, she pushed it aside and focused on eating.

For 10 minutes straight, Hermione ate without pause. All of the Dursley's appetizers vanished into her insatiable stomach but it was nowhere near enough, her blubbery belly barely pressing against her shirt. Almost immediately after the appetizers were gone, the main course arrived.

Three huge burgers, piles of chips, a pot of curry, nachos and finally a very moist slice of chocolate cake. Giving Harry one of the burgers and some chips-he has to eat she said- Hermione continued her feast without shame. The first burger, one half the size of her head, was gone within minutes without issue. The buttons on her shirt were beginning to strain but she paid them no mind.

As Harry struggled to eat his portion, he continued to watch as Hermione shoveled handfuls of chips into her maw, crumbs falling into her cleavage as she washed it down with a whole glass of cola. Letting out a cute burp, Hermione moved onto the curry. Harry licked his lips as he watched her mouth chew the food and it get swallowed into her expanding belly, if stirred something inside of him that drove him to take a bite out of his own burger. Despite his enthusiasm, he simply didn't have the appetite or stomach capacity like Hermione, and he only finished half his burger before he tapped out, his stuffed belly barely pressing against his shirt. Merlin, he was jam packed.

By this point, Hermione was done with the pot of curry, Using her finger to lap up the last of it. Shooting Harry a look, Hermione sensually licked said finger, sending shivers up Harry's spine. Hermione's shirt was at her limits, buttons stretched to their limits as pockets of fat oozed out between the gaps but she paid them no mind. She looked at Harry squirm as she licked her lips, smirking to herself, she decided to remove her suspenders which allowed for her waist to feel less tight.

Looking at the last burger, Hermione took one bite before her shirt gave up its losing battle. The lowest button popped off with a satisfying plunk, a few inches of belly fat surging forward onto her wide thighs. Another bite, another button popped off, allowing more and more fat to creep forward teasingly. After a few sexually tense minutes, the burger was gone and Hermione's stomach was completely exposed. Leaning back, she decided to give herself a minute to breathe and let her belly settle.

It was massive, taking up most of her lap. It rested Just above her knees, audibly groaning and gurgling as she rested a hand on it. Harry was eyeing it like a piece of meat, imagining it and Hermione much bigger. Soon enough, Hermione was ready again. She then picked up the piece of cake and bit into it, getting chocolate crumbs all over her breasts and mouth as she ravaged the dulcet desert to Harry's utter fascination. Like the rest of her food, it was quickly gone, ready to be fat added to her frame.

"Hmph, that was delicious. What did you think of that Harry?" Hermione asked, licking her fingers while eying the rest of Harry's burger.

"It was -urp!- better than anything else I've eaten this summer…" Harry said as he rubbed his swollen stomach. Seeing Hermione eye his burger, he wordlessly shoved the plate over, with the brunette eagerly attacking it. This was apparently her limit as Hermione collapsed backwards slightly, her stomach becoming firm and slightly red as she was completely stuffed.

Over 10 pounds of food and who knows how many liters of cola was packed into the fleshy orb, gurgling and quivering right before Harry's eyes as it began digesting it. Releasing a massive burst of gas from hermione's mouth as she did so.

"Merlin that was great." Hermione breathed, tenderly reaching under her heavy gut and undoing her slacks, giving herself just a little bit more room. The duo sat in appreciative silence, the only sound accompanying them was Hermione's stomach as they leaned against each other.

Harry eyed her gut tentatively, mesmerized by the ball he swore was moving on its own. So inviting. Not even thinking, he brought a hand to said gut and began rubbing it. Hermione gave a small jump at his touch, completely unprepared for it. She wasn't protesting it all. His hands were soft and delicate, running over every inch of fat possible. Harry was loving her belly. He could feel it rumble under his finger, the soft adipose giving way for his digits.

The duo sat there for a few minutes, Harry doing nothing but rubbing his best friend's bloated gut. All the rubbing eventually reached its conclusion. With one last violent gurgle, one that shook Harry's entire body and sent Hermione's jiggling, Hermione opened her mouth for a mountainous, unladylike belch that echoed throughout the empty room.

"That was brilliant." Harry got out, blushing even deeper at the belch Hermione let loose. The fact she wasn't embarrassed by it and seemed to take pride in it was even better.

"Phew! That one was ripe. " Hermione said as she fanned the stench away from her face. She then turned to Harry and smirked before asking, "Are you sure you haven't done that before?"

Harry at least had the humility to look ashamed. "N-No, I haven't done such a thing before… did it feel good?" Harry asked.

"It felt wonderful", Hermione said as she rested back on the seat, basking in the feeling within her full belly.

Harry smiled and sat close to her, hip to blubbery hip. However, at the moment they were rudely interrupted by three officers opening the door. They had pulled out wands and pressed them against their wrists revealing them to be aurors in their maroon red uniforms. The one in the lead had a monocle over her left eye as well as red hair with early signs of graying, on her left side was a balding Auror who was rather dumpty and wearing uneven robes, on her right was an Auror neatly dressed and with hair like a lion's mane.

"I am Auror Captain Amelia Bones, these are my associates Rufus Scrimgour and John Dawlish. We have questions." The lady in charge asked.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other briefly, realizing they'd have to do this. Wordlessly, Harry began helping Hermione up, careful not to agitate her gurgling gut. Hauling herself to her feet, Hermione had to lean back slightly, lest her belly drag her down. Pulling himself up beside her, Harry was rewarded with the fatter girl giving him a loving kiss on the lips.

"Thanks for the help love." Hermione praised, taking his hand in hers before waddling towards the aurors, not even bothering to cover her midsection back up. Something Harry very much appreciated if his staring was any concern.