This is the third one-shot of a series of one-shots where I will write one Harry Potter weight gain one-shot for every day of the month of October.

The prompt list itself is right here, credit to fffandever on Furaffinity: https/view/58049281/

So here is the first day's one shot, with the prompt, "Delicious".

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Cooking For One… Fatty

September 1st, 2021

10:00 AM

Granger's Range.

It was a few months after the world opened back up from the Covid-19 global pandemic. The pandemic was not as bad for wizards who could use patroni and floo to keep in contact, as well as a much more sparse population, but for the Muggleborn it sss not good. Harry's wife had to stop numerous slanders saying that this is proof the Muggleborn are vermin who should be ostracized from their world. It's funny how more things change, the more things stay the same, Harry thought as he whisked a bowl of cake batter.

After the war, Harry became an Auror Recruit but after a PTSD attack involving a snot-nosed brat who decided to dress up as a death eater, Harry turned in his badge. He spent the next few months wondering what to do with his life when he started to date Hermione, who dumped Ron after he cheated on her with a Witch Weekly model. Hermione had helped Harry through that rough patch in his life, and eventually they got married with Harry taking her surname for privacy reasons. Soon after Hermione became minister of magic in 1998, she told him that she had gotten pregnant at roughly 11:59 in 1999 and kissed until new years. Their shock multiplied when they learnt that they were expecting triplets.

After that, it was decided that Harry would become a house husband to watch over the three bundles of joy. On October 31st, 2000, the Granger triplets: Prospero, Miranda, and Ferdinand were welcomed into the world by a nervous Harry with a broken wrist. The house was one full of laughs and smiles for the children's lives, never having to go through the turmoil of their parents such as high expectations or magical nazis. The only hitch in the road was that after they graduated they had to deal with the Covid-19 Pandemic in 2020, putting their lives on pause as most of the magical world stayed indoors or isolated. The grangers were no different, but Hermione was working around the clock to quell the anti-vaccination pureblood movement who wanted to ban all muggleborns for "tracking in the disease" as opposed to putting in the work to cure it.

Either way, life was back to normal, well, as normal as it could be for Harry Granger. The kids had left home to return to their muggle universities and Hermione's work cycle slowly returned to normal after arresting the lot after a storming of the ministry led by Ron Weasley in a delusional effort to get back together with Hermione. Harry was not used to being home alone, but he kept to a routine of cooking and cleaning. He even packed on about 330lbs over the last 20 years or so before Covid started, the weight only snowballing out of control since then. Honestly Harry was able to talk to Molly Weasley on a different level now, he had enough trouble with three geniuses with Potter luck, he didn't want to think about what raising 7 Weasleys was like.

With the ding of an oven, Harry bent down and pulled out the pizza sized shepherd's pie that was inside and sat it onto the kitchen table with a oven cloth under it. Already on the table were large bowls of mashed potatoes, baked beans, and mushy peas. Harry admired the spread as he poured a bowl of chocolate cake batter into a cake pan that went into the oven. He smiled and fixed himself and Hermione hearty platings of the food until he noticed that there were four empty chairs and a whole lot of food.

"I've made a bit too much, haven't I? I guess I'm too used to cooking for five." Harry said to himself, his stomach growling.

Harry took off the apron he wore to cook revealing he was wearing a tightly packed button-up shirt with a lot of straining around the buttons. He wore a large pair of gray slacks over his massive belly, but sat down causing the button to fly off from the sheer force of his fat gut pressing against it.

"Oh that's bloody nice." Harry said sarcastically before cutting into his piece of shepherd's pie.

Harry's boulder-like stomach was firmly on his lap, grazing the ends of his knees as he ate more and more of the pie. While Harry's stomach was definitely the fattest part of him, he also had a large pair of moobs, the nipples pressed against the tightened shirt making it partially harder for Harry to breath. Even his arms were too fatty for the sleeves, like a pair of gristle-filled water wings that wobbled with every rising and lowering of his fork and knife. Harry was also too fat for a belt, so he had a pair of tightened suspenders around his shoulders, they were attached to his wide hips grinding against the chair as he ate. His arse was tightly packed into a pair of dark gray slacks, the weight of him causing the chair to creak and groan as he devoured his meal.

After about five minutes, Harry cleaned his plate and went to wash it away in the sink. As he got up, he noticed how much food was left over from this: about 3/4ths of the pie and there was still a decent bit of the sides left.

"Well… Hermione hates leftovers..." He mentioned as he went to sit back down.

He started to eat up the extras of the meal, cramming down piece after piece of shepherd's pie down his mouth and guzzling down the sides as his stomach bloated. One by one, each of the buttons on his shirt popped off as more and more of his belly spilled out of the shirt and onto his lap. Harry's large chest also bounced out of his shirt to the point where the stuffed wizard decided to forgo his torn top entirely. Eventually he was left on his creaking chair with about 6 pounds of food crammed inside of his stomach, and none left for Hermione.

"I might have flown too close to the- ~BRAAAARP!~ sun…" Harry said as he leaned back.

The chair suddenly groaned loudly, Harry's eyes widened as the wood chair broke under his weight. He hit the floor and jiggled like a mound of jell-o as his moobs bounced and smacked his stomach. Harry lied down and groaned as he rubbed his belly… and then the door opened.

Minister Hermione Granger opened the door to her home and smiled at the smell of a freshly cooked dinner. The hour glass witch was mistakable for a muggle supermodel with her curves and slender waist. Her eyes widened as she looked at the table and saw her plate ready and waiting for her under a warming charm. She walked over to it curiously, only to see her husband's state on the floor: lips covered in food stains as he could barely breathe.

"Mione… I'm -hic!- sorry… I-" Harry started before being cut off by the oven beeping.

Hermione walked to the oven, slipped on mittens, and pulled out the large cake tray of fresh chocolate cake. Harry groaned as his packed stomach couldn't take much more, Hermione grinned at him while looking at the cake. She levitated Harry onto two chairs all the while removing his popped pants, leaving him in a tightened pair of black boxer briefs. She put the cake on the table and rubbed his sore belly with one of her hands, making him burp out a little.

"Looks like my impatient little piggy needs to be taught a lesson on waiting for me to come home~…" Hermione said as she caressed her lover's ever growing girth.

Harry moaned in pain as her husband cut up a piece of cake and shoved it into his mouth… Why was everything he made so delicious?