This is the twenty-fourth 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 twenty-fourth day's one shot, with the prompt, "Hands".

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Between A Rock And A Soft Place

April 12th, 1995

4:55 PM

Room of Requirement

Inquisitorial Squad member Millicent Bulstrode stood there bored out of her mind as the others busted a group of students practicing magic outside of class time. Like she gave a rats arse about what the other houses did when they weren't looking, lord knows she wouldn't be involved with this if it weren't for her bitch of a mother. The bulky brunette was placed in the squad to keep her active, the gluttonous slytherin was nearing the 600 pound mark and it showed as her uniform struggled to contain her massive pear shaped figure. She was pissed at the diet she was placed on for her arranged marriage to Theo Nott, the fucking arsehole who was always hitting up Daphne Greengrass for sex in the broomcloset every other day. She huffed as she wanted candy, suddenly a king sized candy bar appeared in her hand and she gobbled it down without question, but then she was immediately hit with a thousand questions.

"What the hell was that?" She asked herself.

"The room gives whoever's in it, whatever they want." Answered a derelict Harry Potter.

Millicent, like all the other girls her age, had a MASSIVE crush on Harry Potter, but Millie was a realist.

"Huh… I take it you don't like Um-bitch either do you?" Millicent asked.

Harry looked at her like she was 600- okay, maybe not the best phrasing, like she grew a second head.

"What? Surprised a Slytherin and a Gryffindork agree? Well get over it because it's true. She's sucked out all the joy out of coming here as opposed to being stuck with my mum and dad." Millicent ranted.

The gears turned in Harry's head as he rubbed his scarred arm.

"Well maybe we can help eachother out? We get rid of Umbridge and her lackeys and get Dumbledore back in charge?" Harry asked as Umbridge chewed out a bunch of crying girls from Hufflepuff.

The benefits weighed in Millicent's mind. Dumbledore did not give a shit about his student's health and she loved it: unlimited sweets during supper, monthly Hogsmeade trips to all the fatty food stops you could muster, and even an alleged candy smuggling operation he was the head of. All of that stopped with Umbridge in charge, along with making her have to walk on patrols and strict diets for dinner. However, she wasn't in the house of the ambitious for nothing.

"What do I get out of this?" Millicent asked.

"A return to how things should be in this school?" Harry answered.
"You're preaching to the wrong choir kid." She said with an unamused face.

"Well… all the food in this room can be yours if you want it." Harry offered instead.

"How much food is in here?" Millicent asked, immediately piqued.

"No idea. But I do know this room can hold far more than what it lets on." Harry said as he shrugged.

Millicent scratched her chins, she grinned as she got an idea on how to handle all of this.

She pondered a specific potion she read about and suddenly, a yellow potion reminiscent of Butterbeer and a nauseating green potion appeared in her hands.

"Okay, get all the Non-Inquisitorial squad students to think of as much food as they can and then get them out of the room. Then, try getting them to imagine the wands of every Inquisitorial squad member." Millicent said, grinning like the kneazle who caught the niffler.

Harry nodded and relayed this message to all the others using the coins Hermione charmed for them, they discreetly left the room all while Millicent thought up each and every one of the Squad members' wands and tossed them out of the room with the others. As the squad finished their Inquisitorial circle jerk about how they had managed to restore order, they had only just realized that they were disarmed and all the students were outside. Millicent Bulstrode stood with her back turned towards them in the doorway, smirking. They saw their wands and a massive pile of food right outside the door separating them from the room.

"Millicent! Put your fat arse in gear and capture them!" Nott ordered as Millie yawned.

"Hmm… nah, you got your own spy in on them. It's only fair if they can convince one of us to switch sides." She said as she bit on a candy bar.

"You better unhand that chocolate young lady. Your mother said-" Umbridge barked until she was interrupted.

"I could give less of a shit about what that bitch paid you to do. Now I'm being paid to keep you fucks locked in here." Millicent said as she drank the yellow potion.

"Oh for the love of-" Umbridge started as she regretted not making her write lines.

Millicent grinned as she started to rapidly fatten up, ripping out of her skirt and uniform as the clothing flew all over the room. When she was about 900 pounds and only in her tightening bra and panties she waddled over to the door, only to get laughably stuck. She fell over on her front as her fat ass rapidly filled the door after it ripped through her panties. She then grinned and started eating from the piles of food smuggled in but magically preserved like a pig, not caring at the shocked stares of the other students at her abhorrent gluttony.
"What? None of you fuckfaces see a proper woman eat?- ~Bwourp!~" Millicent said between stuffing her cheeks.

"What the bloody shite was all of that about?" Ron asked as he went to pick up a candy bar but got his hand slapped by the greedy Millicent.

"Blubber Bust potion?" Hermione asked as she read the now empty bottle.

"You wanna get Dumbledore back? Call my parents from the office and tell them Umbridge failed at keeping me skinny. They're Fudge's political backers and can pull ALL of his power out from under him. The rest of you also better start shooting the educational decrees off the wall." Millicent said as she devoured the food.

The others left to get their plan put into action, only Harry remained as he sat next to the whale sized witch who was steadily growing to a ton.
"So… what was that potion exactly?" Harry asked.
"It's a potion used to prevent people from being married off. My parents could never get anyone to pay a bride price now.~" Millicent said between bites, not caring about food staining her massive Z-Cup breasts that were steadily growing and couldn't be covered even if she tried.

"Huh… You don't say…" Harry said as he blushed, he didn't know what the hell in his head made him think this way but this was the hottest shit he's ever seen.

"Yeah. They're trying to get out, I can feel their hands shoving against my lard ass." Millicent said as she kept grinning.
"Do you… like this?..." Harry asked as he experimentally prodded her cheek with his index finger.
"Hell yeah. Love to eat and see my fat ass grow, but my parents want me to get married to some rich family like the Malfoys, the Blacks, the Notts, hell even the Potters I guess would fit their demands." Millie said as she shoved a box of bonbons into her mouth hole.

"The Potters are rich?" Harry asked confused, Millicent then looked at him incredulously.
"Do… Do you not even know you're from the richest family in England?" Millicent asked with her mouth agape.

To the best of her ability, Millicent explained to Harry the history of the Potter family's fortune. Due to having a long history of vanquishing the copious amount of Dark Lords and Light Lords in Magical England's long history, they claimed the riches of all of the loyalists using a spell called "sibi beneficium" that would make all of the enemies they vanquish forcibly give them their properties and wealth or suffer death. Harry scratched his chin as he pondered this,
"So I say this and I get all the death eater's wealth?" Harry asked.
"Nah, just any of your enemies really. So I guess The Daily Prophet, the Death Eaters, and anyone else who's wanted you dead- are you telling me that NO ONE has told you this?" Millicent asked, genuinely not believing this.

"Huh… " Harry said as a dirty idea appeared in his mind.
"...So what if I did this and then paid that bride price?" Harry asked, feigning simple curiosity.

"Wait what?" Millicent asked, genuinely thrown off once again.

"Well I mean this sounds like it'll solve all of our problems… my enemies perish or give me all their wealth and you don't have to worry about marriage problems anymore. Sounds like a good deal to me." Harry said as he looked at her steadily growing face.

Millicent was nearing the one ton mark, her buttocks filling up the room of requirement as she steadily grew in size. Her hands were becoming less and less useful as they became weighed down by truck tires of fat on her biceps. She also felt the hands of Slytherins trying to push her out and some of whom were crushed under her colossal cheeks. As for the ones on her face, those were becoming rose pink as she blushed.

"Y-You'd wed to someone like me? We LITERALLY just met and I already told you that I'm gonna become the size of a fucking whale." Millicent said as she held her fat sides in her hands, jiggling them experiment.

"Well yeah, but you're also the first person in recent memory who's given me straight results without making me jump through hoops… not to mention I think I'm getting into this." Harry said as he gestured to let him touch her.

THIS was the last thing the hog of Slytherin ever expected to happen to her, Harry Potter proposing to her while she was butt naked in the hallway and getting turned on by her being a fatass. He could have any of the Daphne Greengrasses of the school like that bookworm he's always with or that Weasley bint, and yet she chose her when she was easily at her fattest. It was well known that the Slytherin house was known as the house of cunning, ambition, and power and this was the greatest feeling of power that Millicent ever felt. All the insults about her wide shoulders, plain looking face, snarky attitude, shortness of breath, fat belly, cellulite-ridden arse, and the fact she had to wear old people clothes thanks to her size were washed away like they never existed at all. She grinned as she flaunted her cleavage which now rested on the floor with two nipples growing steadily erect as she motioned him over with "fuck me eyes", Harry climbed on top of them so they were face to face, he went to kiss her but she pushed his nose away with a finger.
"Now don't you have something to say?~" Millie asked as she felt the hands of her dorm mates trying to escape her ass.

"Oh right." Harry said as he pulled out his wand and cleared his throat.

"Sibi beneficium~..." Harry said before making out with Millicent.

He didn't notice the legion of magical hands shooting out from his back as he made out with his new fiance, who moaned as Harry used her chest-pillows like a bean bag…

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September 1st, 2346

12:00 PM

Bulstrodes Expanse

What followed that makeout session was the greatest economic shift in wealth since- well-ever. All of the wealth from the Death Eaters was put into Harry's vault which included the Malfoys, the Greengrasses, the Goyles, and the Notts, but also the Bulstrodes proper. But surprisingly wealth from all over Britain was accumulated into the Potter's account from the likes of Dumbledore or business owners like the runners of the Daily Prophet who profited off of the deaths of James and Lily or Harry's misery. Even the Ministry of Magic now belonged to Harry due to how badly it fucked him over by letting Dumbledore not only place him with the Dursleys along with all of its liquid assets. There was barely a vault in Gringotts that wasn't put in Harry's name after all of this and that fortune was used by the two of them to do what they deemed to be the best thing to possibly do for the economy… redirecting it all to fatten up Millicent obviously.

Yes, now every job in Magical and Muggle England, renamed into Potteria after Millicent outgrew magical Scotland in 2122, was now involved in fattening up Millicent in some way, shape, or form. You could go to the farmlands to produce food that will be fed to the queen, scraps of which are duplicated and given out as rations to the population of Wizards. You could become a loyalist teacher who teaches the new generation how to properly tend to her royal majesty by cleaning her and developing the potions that are helping her stay alive and expand her vast territory as she has long since outgrown the English continent. Or you could join the military to help claim other countries' resources to help the One True Queen grow even further beyond her borders so she may one day rule the world. Of course, if none of these options please you, you could join the Hedonists whom were a rapidly rising number of people who live lives of hedonism and debauchery, growing fat enough to tower over any animal on Earth and then be fed to her majesty, the GREATEST honor one could ever hope to achieve.

Queen Millicent Potter was now steadily becoming one of the largest landmasses on Earth as she herself was now nearing the size of the continent of Australia and Europe- omit Russia of course. She now ate over 10 billion calories of food a day sourced from farmlands terraformed magically out of mainland Europe which has long since been conquered by the Bulstrodes Expanse. As for how she and her husband are well over three hundred years old, it is due to them claiming the elixir of life from the Peverells when Dumbledore was made into their slave. Countless people claimed that the two were going dark, but was anything considered dark when it feels so good?...
As we speak, Millicent was devouring a city sized blob as her husband watched in glee, this was the last leader of the rebellion left in England who was descended from his old friends Hermione and Ron who weren't too happy for being designated fold cleaners by Harry. He didn't know why they complained, sure people died when the folds collapsed, it was just a fact of life, but it paid well. As the city-sized blob passed his continent-sized queen's lips, she gulped and sighed happily as her body started digesting the calories of the last rebel and his similarly city sized rebellion 1,000 wizards and witches large. She let out a nauseating belch that was sure to add to the earth's greenhouse gas problem, it wasn't their fault that Millie was too much woman for the Earth.

"Hrrrrreeee~..." Millicent struggled to speak out, Harry smiled hearing her struggle to speak with her fat riddled lips and countless chins with cheeks the size of cliff faces.

"Remember love, occlumency." Harry said to her.

"Prat. I figured I should try speaking occasionally." Millicent thought.

"And burn all those precious calories? Not in your dreams my dear." Harry told her, rubbing her head.

"I loved the mid-snack snack Harry. But I think you're going too easy on me.~ I want MORE.~" Millie thought, turning Harry on.

"Oh? I believe you sweetie but how can we get them fatter?" Harry asked.
"I want them drinking the blubber boost potion DAILY! I wanna eat MOUNTAIN-sized slobs- NO! COUNTRY-SIZED!" She thought, drooling in anticipation.
Harry grinned, it was far more efficient to change her from a food diet to a completely fat blob diet since humans had more calories than the food itself. He'll be sure to tell her it will be done after they conquer Russia which is getting to be any day now. They'll have the perfect farmland to farm fatties that can outgrow any of the countries held under the Iron Curtain. But for now, it was time for his wife to eat, so after a quick peck on his lips Harry waved his hands.

Magically, hedonists the size of larger cities were suddenly floating above the queen of the world, its hard to tell besides the look in her eyes as her maw opened up to reveal the chasm that is her mouth, but her long since atrophied hands were wiggling in excitement…