This is the sixth 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 sixth day's one shot, with the prompt, "Rest".
AN: Finally all caught up…
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Taking a Load Off
May 7th, 1994
9:00 PM
Tonks' Apartment, Muggle London.
What had it all come to, wondered Nymphadora-"don't call me that"-Tonks. She was a fresh graduate from the Auror academy so she expected to be given the bitch work for a while, but it was almost a year now and she was still doing odd jobs for the higher ups. She entered her small apartment and dropped her things by the door, the exhausted Metamorphagus walked to the refrigerator. Reaching in she pulled a 12 pack of muggle beer and a large pizza left in the refrigerator.
"Good thing I always order an extra just in case, huh?" She said to herself as she made her way to the sitting area.
In the area was a box television, a table, and a recliner for Tonks to park it in after a long shift. She took off her shoes, uniform, and undergarments before putting on a blanket sized t-shirt that fit like a dress left on the chair.
"Okay just… let it out Tonks…" Tonks said as she exhaled.
Slowly but surely, the lithe witch steadily started bloating like a balloon. Her breasts were first, quickly filling up the shirt to her fascination, the melon-sized fun bags filled up her hands and then went beyond that to being comparable to swollen M-Cup watermelons. Her shirt now lifted up past her hips which also were widening to the point where she'd burst out of her pants and likely most chairs. She looked at her bubble butt from behind and smirked at it a bit before looking at her beer gut, it wasn't the largest part of her body but it still had a ton of insecurities attached.
"I got the perfect fucking genes, if only I weren't such a damn pig." She commented as she rubbed the jiggly orb.
She then sat down on the creaking recliner and turned on the television. She cracked open a can of beer before drinking out of it and biting on the first pizza slice. She looked at the television in front of her, hoping to just veg out after the day she had today. Damn that Umbridge bint for telling her to grow her hair out to a "mandatory length", she's one to talk with those damn toad lips when Botox was a thing.
Just how much longer was she willing to deal with them before getting her big break?
How many more drunks did she have to impound to get a promotion?
Was it even worth it at this point to continue as an Auror with lowering and lowering budgets…
Tonks drank from a beer can and belched as she watched the television. She had gotten this offer from her direct superior, Kingsley Shacklebolt; apparently he was joining this coalition Dumbledore set up.
"The Order of the Phoenix… What a load of shite." Tonks said as she lowered another piece of the pepperoni pie into her mouth.
Things aren't that bad right now right? I mean she could use the extra push in her career but it wasn't like the end of the world… Tonks would ponder this a dozen beers and one full pizza pie later. She passed out on the chair sleeping first, snoring as she let the television play…
Maybe she'll consider it, but first? She needed rest…