A Hogwarts Weight Gain Story Hermione crept quietly down the stairs to the girl's dormitory. She'd been looking for Ginny, and wondered what was keeping her in the common room so late. 'Surely it must be empty by now...' she thought. As she approached the common room, she heard Ginny whisper. She tiptoed, not wanted to be heard, until she had a clear view of the room. Ginny and Harry were laying on the couch making out. Ginny's shirt was off and Harry had his hands squeezing her pudgy midsection. Hermione watched in awe, having been unaware that Harry and Ginny had come to terms with their feelings for one another. And also having been unaware that Ginny had gained that much weight. While the uniform certainly didn't hide her recent weight gain, Hermione had thought it was just a little bit of chub. But as she watched, she saw that Ginny's belly hung right down over her skirt, and Harry was kneading it in his hands. She saw how he had pulled up her skirt to reveal her chunky thighs, and she watched as her plumped up boobs strained her once fitting bra. Suddenly, Hermione felt very embarrassed and retreated back up the stairs, feeling ashamed she had intruded on her friends in such a personal moment. Once back in her room, Hermione drew the curtain around her bed and removed her old fashioned night gown. She wasn't a stick, but she wasn't all that curvy either. Her breasts were a little bit on the big side but not by much, her stomach was flat but not muscular. Her legs were average, just like everything else. She placed a hand on her stomach and pictured Ginny's belly there, straining through the gaps between her fingers and falling over her waist. She started picturing herself even larger than Ginny, with huge rolls, lovehandles, breasts too large to contain, an ass so big it was as wide as her bed...she was very aroused. Just then, she heard Ginny whisper her name. She quickly tugged her nightgown back over her head and opened to curtains to a disheveled looking Ginny, who scrambled up onto her bed and looked at her, her eyes bright with excitement. "Oh, Hermione! You'll never believe what's just happened!" "What?" She asked, feigning surprise. In reality, she was distracted, looking at the way Ginny's belly bunched up as she slumped forward, and the way her breasts rested on top of it...she saw her creamy, fleshy thigh on the bed, where her skirt had ridden up. "Harry and I...we...oh my gosh! We've just snogged!" "What happened?" Hermione asked excitedly, utilizing every last ounce of actress she had in her. "We were sitting down there, and I was finishing that bloody paper Snape left us, it was taking so much longer than I expected, and he was just keeping me company, and then it was happening!" They laughed quietly, careful not to wake Lavender or Parvati. "You know Hermione, I've gotta tell you something I've been wanting to talk to you about for a long time, I just...I didn't know how to bring it up. I'm guessing you've noticed that I've gained a bit of weight recently." as though Hermione wouldn't understand this, she lifted her belly up in her hands as a visual aid. Hermione watched in rapture as she let it drop and it quivered, jiggling back and forth. "Yes." She said, unable to think of another reply to this statement. "Well, at first I was really worried about it, you know? Over the summer I had just started eating everything, I couldn't say no to anything, if it even occurred to me that I should. and then when Harry came, I noticed him noticing. And always watching me. And so I started experimenting. Just little things, like letting my top get caught on something to see his expression when he saw my stomach. And then I just sort of welcomed all the food. And then, a month ago, when we came back here, I went down to the kitchens and the house elves...well, they won't just give me anything I want, they'll feed me until I can't move, and then give me food to take with me. There's scarcely been a moment since we got back that they've left me with my hands free. They'll pop upstairs and leave goodies on my bed before my breaks, all sorts of things, so I just started ballooning up..." she looked off into the distance a moment, evidently thinking of all the delicious foods she'd been treated to lately. "Oh! Well, the point was, I'm just thinking...if it worked for me, maybe it'll work for you and Ron?" Hermione spluttered in protest, but seeing the look on Ginny's face, she gave in. "Oh, don't be silly. I've known you loved him since the moment I met you." Hermione thought of what she'd seen just a little while ago, and imagined it was her, with the belly, and Ron squeezing it in his fingers...she smiled at the thought. "Well, it definitely sounds like it's worth a shot. And I can lose anything I gain if it doesn't work, right?" Ginny clearly knew a bit more about the difficulties of stopping this indulgence once it began, but saw no need to give her friend a reason to worry. "I guess...I'm going to gain some weight!" Ginny smiled at her, and jumped forward, landing on her with a squishy hug. Feeling her friend's squishy...everything, Hermione didn't have a single bit of regret for this idea. After Ginny was gone, Hermione cuddled down into the covers and returned to the picture of her and Ron snogging, nothing but her enormous belly between them... --- Without a doubt, Ginny's method was working. Hermione had filled out over the last three months. Now it was nearly Christmas, and she was bursting out of her uniform. She reached down and quietly undid the button on her skirt: they were in Transfiguration, but it was after lunch, and if the skirt could speak it would be screaming. She let out a low sigh of relief and rubbed the angry red line where the waistban squeezed into her belly. She chanced a sideways look at Ron, who gulped and tried to pay attention to Mcgonagall, but couldn't resist giving Hermione a tell-tale glance that told her he was not oblivious to her wardrobe malfunction. She blushed furiously as he shifted in his seat. He was probably uncomfortable. Hell, she was too. What had made porking up sound like a good idea to get a guy? What was the chance he was going to like her any better when she was the size of a blimp like Ginny? But no, Hermione sighed. That was unkind. Well, Ginny WAS about the size of a blimp. At lunch she had had to force the entire bench to stand up and move it back so she could fit at the Gryffindor table with her belly in front of her. But the way Harry had looked at her ripe, round figure...the way her belly swelled out under her sweater and sat on her fat thighs, and the way her huge breasts stretched her sweater and sat heavily on the table as she ate. Her chubby face and the way her entire body shook when she laughed, sending beautiful waves of fat through her body... Hermione gave a shiver and blushed even harder. She just wished she could know NOW if Ron was attracted to her. She couldn't ask him, even the suggestion would probably embarrass him to death, he was so private about those things. If only she could gain weight faster... And then she had an idea. -- "So where did you find this recipe again?" Ginny asked speculatively. They were in Hermione's old potion brewing hideout, being Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle was perfectly happy: she was just floating around, laughing at the girls' figures, which honestly didn't bother them at all, coming from Myrtle. "I told you, it's completely reputable: I mean, it's in our textbook for Merlin's sake." Hermione replied, measuring out the ingredients. "Why would it be in there?" "Oh, you know. Medical reasons. Help underfed people gain back weight if they're malnourished, that sort of thing." "But it'll help us? It's not designed to put us at any sort of a "healthy" weight? Because I'm not about to walk into the common room and watch Harry's face drop when I'm a twig again..." "No, no. All it does is help a person gain weight FAST." She picked up the text book and began reading. "The drinker will gain weight at roughly ten times the pace he or she would normally. It increases appetite and lowers metabolism, putting weight on the drinker at record pace." "Ok." Ginny said, finally satisfied that the potion was a good idea. "How long will it take to brew?" "Don't worry, it's no Polyjuice potion. I had all the ingredients in my basic kit, except for a couple that I took out of the store cupboard during class today." "Did Snape interrogate you?" Ginny pinched up her nose. "No, he just...stared...it was creepy, to say the least." Hermione dumped the last ingredient in the pot and began packing away her things. "We let this brew overnight and it will be ready to drink in the morning. We just take an ounce every morning, and I brewed enough that we shouldn't need to worry about it again for about another month." "Ok!" Ginny said, looking excited. "You know what we should do?" "I'm thinking we can stop by the kitchens and get ourselves some food to celebrate." She looked at Ginny. "That was your idea too, right?" "I was just gonna say we should stuff ourselves, but you have a reason, which is perfect." Laughing, the two girls left the potion stewing. --- The next morning when she checked the weight gain potion, Hermione was happy to see it had brewed perfectly. She ladled it out into some vials and headed to breakfast. When she reached Ginny, Ron, and Harry at the Gryffindor table, she slid in next to Ginny and tried to subtly hand her the tiny vial, but Harry noticed. "What's that?" "What's what?" "That potion." "It's...erm...a tonic. For, you know, her nerves." Hermione shifted uncomfortably, and it wasn't because of her too-tight uniform. "Her...nerves." "I have a huge test today." Ginny said, unfazed. She confidently uncorked the vial and gulped down the whole vial. The boys, satisfied with the explanation, turned away and resumed their conversation. "How do you feel?" Hermione asked quietly. "Hungry." Ginny replied thoughtfully, and Hermione's face broke into a grin. "Same here, I'm glad it worked. Let's eat." The girls ate more that morning than either could ever remember having eaten before. Even the boys stopped their conversation to watch, dumbfounded. They ate about three times their normal fare, which was already twice what it should've been. When they were finished, they were so bloated they needed help standing up. "Whoa, there, soldier." Harry said, laughing as he helped steady Ginny, his hands sinking deep into the flesh of her midsection. As she stood there, Hermione got a good look at her body, and was amazed to see how fast the potion was working. Of course, Ginny had already been VERY large. Her stomach had hung over her skirt's waistband, her breasts had strained her already enormous bras, and Hermione couldn't remember a single time this term that her shirt had covered her entire torso. But now, Hermione was able to see that the potion had done a good deal more than just the increase in appetite. Her belly swung down farther down her thighs, and had developed an enormous roll where her belly button had once been visible. Her bra could not have survived the carnage, and Hermione had to assume that it was split, the ends of the band at least 3 or 4 inches apart on her back. Her shirt had popped 4 different buttons, which she was trying to shake out from underneath her sweater, which was stretched so tight that even the small amount of skin it covered was almost completely visible through the material. She gave a sigh, recovering from the effort of getting up off the bench with so much weight hanging from her frame. With a start, Hermione turned to see Ron awkwardly extending his hand to help her up. She blushed, but took it: She was no less changed than Ginny. Looking down she saw that her skirt, already unzipped during the meal, was barely hanging onto it's seams. Luckily this was not visible, as her belly rested over the waistband. Even her lovehandles threatened to droop down over her skirt. She thought she could feel a double chin emerging on her neck, and when she was standing, she looked down and found that she could not see her feet at all, as her swollen belly obscured them completely. And yet...the potion was incredible. All that weight, and all that food, and somehow her digestive system was in overdrive. She wasn't full anymore, she was...hungry. She turned to the table to grab a last pastry, not noticing Ron's gulp as his ears turned bright red and he attempting, unsuccessfully, to tear his entranced eyes away from her girth. --- The results of the potion were astonishing. Hermione and Ginny had become celebrities around the school. They had already been well known, for their connection to the boy who lived, but now crowds parted in the halls to let them through. Then again, they sort of had to. If Ginny and Hermione walked next to each other, they had the breadth of 5 or 6 of their peers. These last couple of weeks had seen them more than doubling their size. It had taken nearly no time at all for Hermione to catch up to Ginny once they'd started taking the potion: and she wouldn't admit for all the pastries in the Great Hall, but she *had* been giving Ginny a slightly lower dose than herself. The other girl had had a headstart! It was only fair. And now, with the potion: if Hermione had had a scale, she'd have stopped being able to see the reading over her gut and breasts at least a hundred and fifty pounds ago. Her breasts were each larger than her head, but had retained a round, plump shape: apparently a side-effect of the potion, or perhaps a result of expanding so quickly that gravity never even had a say. They sat heavily on each side of her top-most stomach roll, like watermelons. Her size and the fact that she could feel herself growing left her in a state of almost constant arousal, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her enormous bra. Her ass extended at least a foot out behind her lower back, forming a shelf of jiggling fat. It was wider than three of herselves only a few short months ago, and it hadn't been totally covered in just as long: each time McGonagall called the girls in for a stern look and a wardrobe fitting, they outgrew them immediately, back to the downright inappropriate coverage of too small skirts and sweaters. Even now, walking down the hall, Hermione could feel her gigantic ass jiggling wildly, with the pleats of the skirt (now equipped with an elastic waistband: as it turns out, a skirt ripping in half in the cafeteria can cause an uproar) straining to cover her massive panties. Her legs were columns of jiggling fat, and her knee socks did nothing for decency: instead, the way the upper hem squeezed into her thigh created yet another set of love handles, only serving to draw attention to the girth of her upper legs. Her arms were now roughly the size her torso had been when all of this had started, but far more jiggly. Like her knees, her elbows were obscured by the fat hanging from her upper arms. There was so much of it that were arms were permanently suspended away from her body, the girth of which was already pushing them outwards. It was what made her so hard to navigate around in the halls: a slow moving, unbelievably wide mass of blubber, moving as fast as she could towards her next meal, consumed by hunger and arousal. And none of that could hold a candle to the true star of the whole show, her stomach: extending several feet in front of her, everywhere she went. Separated into three enormous rolls, each larger and softer than the last. It hung down over the waistband of her skirt, slapping against her thighs as she waddled. As a matter of fact, she could now feel that the bottom of it was brushing against the tops of her cotton knee socks, meaning her thighs were now completely invisible from the front. And it's size wasn't all directed downwards. Most of Hermione now seemed to stand immediately in front of her, starting with her melon sized breasts and continuing down and out with her magnificent belly, which seemed in constant motion: the smallest movement on her part sent it wobbling about, jiggling uncontrollably. And if it hadn't been for magic, Hermione shuddered to think how she would survive. But as it was, her life had only improved. Her size impeded her mobility, certainly: but with a few simple spells, she was able to get out of bed on her own, even from underneath that monstrous belly that grew larger and larger each night as it digested the unspeakable volume of food she put into it. And laying underneath it was an amazing feeling: she couldn't see anything. Her breasts would fall back onto her fat shoulders, brushing her cheeks sweetly. Her belly rolls felt so soft and delicious in her hands as she lay there, naked, the curtains drawn around her bed and running her chubby fingers across the smooth, flawless expanses of fat. The first time she'd found herself unable to reach all the way around her belly, she'd surprised herself by coming then and there on the mattress, so unspeakably aroused by herself. It was as if arousal and hunger had become synonomous: the feeling of her fat was delectable, and it made her hungrier. For more food, for more fat, for more hangs caressing her. She would lay there in her bed, surrounded by food and empty dishes, struggling until she was able to maneuver her hand to her panties underneith her heavy belly. Feeling it's warm heavyness on her arm as she moaned and used her other hand to stuff cakes and sweets into her mouth, never fast enough. Right now, she had to shake the thought out of her mind: she was horny enough as it was, thinking about that only made it worse. It was a truly terrible thing, walking this far without a single snack break: she probably *would* have stopped by now if she weren't driven by such lust. Finally, after what felt like ages (and at her size, the trek probably had taken ages) she arrived at the door to the common room. She and Ginny couldn't even call the portrait the Fat Lady anymore without bursting into laughter: she looked svelte compared to the ridiculously large woman waited to squeeze through the hole, which had been magically expanded for herself and Ginny. The common room was a rare sight, as it was entirely empty: It was Christmas break, and all the Gryffindors had left for Christmas. Well, everyone but Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny. And Hermione had left Harry and Ginny in the kitchen, with a promise that they weren't coming back any time soon: Ginny was mostly naked, Harry feeding her and massaging her swollen stomach. Looking around feverishly, Hermione spotted Ron sitting in a secluded armchair by the fireplace. When he saw her waddling towards him, he stood up, looking worried. "Hermione? Is everything ok?" "I can't stand this anymore!" she said shrilly. He stopped in his tracks, staring at her in alarm. But his expression turned to shock as she began struggling with her sweater, trying to rip it off. "Hermione?!" he said, sounding strangled. She finally wrestled her way out of it, and turning back to Ron she was satisfied to see that he was about as aroused as she was, and his face was bright red. "I cannot stand this," she repeated, undoing the couple of buttons on her shirt that still remained intact, and shrugging it off to reveal her monumental stomach, hanging in front of her in waves of glorious fat. Ron looked as if his eyes were about to pop out of his head, and her looked at her in shock. "What can't you stand?!" "I need you." This time, her voice wasn't shrill. It was low and husky, and her eyelids were lowered. She moved towards him, reaching her chubby arms upward to wrap around his neck. As her lips planted on his, she felt his boner pressing into her soft stomach. after a moment she had to pull away: he was so tall, and she had so much girth in front of her that it was exhausting to reach up as high as his mouth. But it was only a second before she felt his long, slender frame arch over, around her own round on, using his height to reach her beyond her stomach. His kiss was hungry, and she felt his hands sinking into her fleshy midriff, almost disappearing in it. With a low growl, she grabbed him by the belt and dragged him towards the dormitories, still kissing until she was able to fall back onto his bed, a mountain of fat with dark, hungry eyes. She watched as he tore off his clothes, climbing onto her, undoing her bra and tossing it carelessly aside. Her melon-like breasts in his hands, he kissed her again, starting at her mouth and moving down to her neck, down to her shoulders and her breasts. As she felt his hands running over her body, it was as new and amazing for her as it was for him: she'd memorized all these curves with her own hands, squeezed every bit of herself that she could reach, but the feeling under the hands of someone else, *Ron*...it was unbelievable. She moaned, almost drowning in the pleasure of it. She felt his hands on the bottom of her belly, pushing it up her body as he struggled to find a position where he could enter her. He did, leaning into the mass of fat, his hands filled with it. She shrieked with pleasure, and in an embarrassingly short time they both came, panting and shuddering, still reeling from the realization of so many fantasies on each side. He fell down onto the bed next to her, caressing her face with one hand and a roll of her stomach with the other. She sighed in contentment: one hunger was abated, at least for the moment, but now she felt like she very much needed that snack. --- Ginny let out a sigh of relief: Ron and Hermione were cuddled up on the couch, Hermione taking up two seats' worth and Ron leaning into her mountainous fat, feeding her donuts like they were bon bons, putting away box after box. Now that Hermione and Ron were together, and the weight gain had found its mark, Ginny had expected her friend to curb her pace: she was already well over a quarter of a ton, fat erupting from every part of her body in jiggling rolls. But like Ginny, her rate had only increased. Although they'd stopped taking the potion after Hermione had grown too fat to lean over her cauldron and brew it, it seemed as though they had already taken so much of it that its affects were permanent. The two girls lived in a state of constant hunger and horniness, and their appetites were indulged at every turn. Sex, food, sex and food. Thinking back, Ginny couldn't even remember the last time she'd *stopped* eating. The months since Christmas had seen an even larger intake of food, and the house elves had given up trying to stock the two of them in the Great Hall: they were now treated to meals in the common room, or their dormitories, an unending onslaught of food. Even now, Ginny was cramming cakes into her mouth, her pudgy hands covered in frosting, her uniforms a distant memory: she was wearing what looked like a crop top but was really a 4x women's tee. She was wearing panties, too, but her stomach obscured them completely, and as a result the only part of her body truly covered was her breasts. And even at that, the shirt was white and stretched so taught that her nipples were completely visible, erect as always at the tips of her breasts, now larger than watermelons. Scooting forward on the couch, she felt her belly droop down and rest on the floor: at the rate she was going, by morning it would touch the ground with her seated all the way back on the couch. As a matter of fact, at this rate she'd outgrow the couch before the week was out. She laid a hand on her breast, the feeling of the floor under her stomach making her even hornier than usual. She played with her nipple between her chubby, sausage like fingers: fingers than were growing less dextrous each day as they expanded with the rest of her. She bit back a moan, a shudder going through her body and making her belly quiver deliciously. "Hey now, let me do that for you, you just work on that appetite," Harry said, his hands sliding up her belly and onto her breast, a breast so large he couldn't hold all of it in both hands. Ginny smiled, letting Harry help her up (with some very necessary magic, or else she'd be bound to that couch until it collapsed underneath her) and lead her towards the new dormitory she shared with Hermione. Their new beds were at least King size, if not larger: Hogwarts staff had given up trying to curb their gain and resigned themselves to it. And Ginny could tell from their trousers that more than a couple of them were quite pleased with the girls' transformations. Walking was harder than ever, her thighs forced wide by their fat and her belly swinging wildly from side to side with her waddling movements. Her whole body's wobbling and jiggling made it hard to stay balanced, since her weight changed so quickly that she'd never been able to find her new center of gravity. Luckily, her ass grew nearly as much as her stomach, weighing her down in the back and keeping her from toppling forwards, although the weight difference was still large enough that she was forced to lean back as she took each careful step. Her belly hung far past her knees and extending out at least four feet in front of her, every square inch of it soft and smooth, the pale skin dappled with freckles. She waddled through the double width doorway and stopped to take a breath. Her stomach alone weighed hundreds of pounds, and she wondered idly how much longer it would be before it brushed the ground as she walked. It couldn't be long, now. With help, she collapsed and sat on the edge of the bed, her stomach parting her chunky legs and sitting heavily on the ground. Harry knelt down in front of her, running his hands all around it, and climbing over it to kiss her. But she gave him a pointed look and he grinned, reaching towards the omnipresent table of confectionaries next to the bed and moving to feed her a custard donut. By the third donut, she snatched it out of his hand, ravenously cramming it into her mouth herself: the chocolate icing smearing across her lips, and drops of custard falling onto her breast. She saw Harry's eyes going to it, and she lifted the entire breast to her mouth, licking the custard off. When it fell back to sit on her belly, Harry moved forward and began licking her nipple, a playful nip here and there as she crammed donuts into her mouth, some two at a time. This was a game they played: Ginny found that the larger she was getting, the easier it was to orgasm. Playing like this, Harry pleasuring her as she crammed endless food into her gullet, she'd sometimes come three, four times before falling asleep and letting her stomach digest and grow further towards the floor. Hermione and Ron knew to give Ginny and Harry some time before they followed them into the dormitory. By the time they'd enter, Ginny was usually asleep, covered in frosting or whipped cream of chocolate, a mass of quivering fat laying on the bed. Ron pointedly didn't look: he didn't need reminding that all the vices he was indulging with Hermione were being mirrored by his best friend and his sister. He'd discretely shut the curtains around her bed with his head turned, before feeding Hermione her bedtime snack, maybe a couple of cakes or a few dozen pastries, sometimes a gallon of french vanilla ice cream paired with a couple of apple pies. That night, after Ron left and went up to his room, Ginny spoke to Hermione. "Herm, you awake?" "Yeah, what's up?" "I've just been thinking...how long do you think until our bellies hit the floor?" Hermione was quiet for a minute. "I've been wondering that too. I don't know...it sounds so...hot." "It really does," Ginny said quietly, her hands making their way down the side of her belly and towards her panties. "I guess right now we're about the same distance. Unless one of us slows down, we should hit it in...what, a week?" Ginny was quiet, thinking about Hermione's words. "I don't know Herm...I think...I think I could gain faster. Faster than I am right now." Hermione scoffed. "How?! We're 80% of the way to being immobile. We eat every waking minute, as it is." "Well," Ginny said in a sly voice, "I guess it's a race, then." Laying there, Hermione thought she could almost feel her belly growing. And she was going to have it hit the floor before Ginny's if her life depended on it. ---