Chapter #4Molly Suit Up! by: Ëtalfni   “This is absolutely ridiculous,” Harry mattered as he sorted through the former Molly Weasley’s remains.
“Potter must do it,” snarled Kreacher. “Or else he gets in big trouble.”
Harry again resisted the temptation to throttle the house elf as he slunk over into the corner of the mansion, doing what could only be considered as laughing to himself.
The body suit of Mrs. Weasley was surprisingly thick and realistic. It reminded Harry of the time he had lost all the bones in his arm. The only major difference was that her eye sockets and mouth were completely empty. In fact, her entire body was hollowed out. As he Harry lifted her up, her clothing slid off the suit. He blushed. The entire disguise was properly displaying the female anatomy.
“Bloody hell. I can’t let Ron get a hold of this…”
Harry swiftly collected Mrs. Weasley’s skin and outfit, as well as the wand, and retreated into someplace private within the mansion.
In his own bedroom, he deposited the wand into one of his old socks.
Sighing, he began to strip down to his boxers. He didn’t want to spend his time in the suit fully clothed, after all. That would be uncomfortable.
Once the task was complete, and he stood there with his lanky and skinny body, and sized up the suit. Mrs. Weasley was a very short woman, coming in at around 4’11 compared to Harry’s 6’2. And despite her hefty size, it was going to be a tight fit. There didn’t appear to be any other opening than her mouth.
“Well, here goes nothing.”
Harry tugged at the corners of her lips and managed to widen them like they were made of elastic. He then took one step inside. The interior of the suit was surprisingly warm given its plastic like feel. In fact, it was almost like real skin. Harry brought his other foot inside and started to stretch the mouth up his legs. Comically, it almost looked as if Mrs. Weasley was swallowing him whole.
Something strange happened the further up his torso Harry brought the suit. Instead of stretching out the skin, he instead could feel his bones molding around the suit itself. Below the waist, he felt compressed and cramped. With a mighty effort, he manage to slip on both arms over his own. That was when he had a strange case of vertigo.
“Woah, tight,” he mumbled.
The tightening only seemed to increase as Harry could hear his own heartbeat. With every pulse, he found himself growing smaller and smaller. The suit itself was shrinking him down to Mrs. Weasley’s height. Harry had to hold onto the bed frame as he body lost a lot of muscle and replaced it with a thick layer of fat. With his new size, his body mass had to fill out in some places after all.
Under the suit, Harry could feel the once saggy breasts of the skin feel up with life and extended well beyond their typical girth. It was like watching two balloons fill up with air, only Harry could feel their weight. Behind him, he could sense his once tant bottock bloat and increase his overall width. Mrs. Weasley was a very pear shaped woman. Once the major assets had been inflated to greater than their usual status, which Harry chalked up to being due to Mrs. Weasley’s great difference in size in comparison to him, the rest of his body beneath his neck filled out appropriately.
“This is unbelievable magic,” Harry muttered to himself as he looked over his naked Mrs. Weasley body.
Giving the breasts of the suit, now around E cups, a good squeeze, Harry could actually feel them as if they were his own. The suit was literally like wearing a second skin. His hands traveled all the way down the curves of his body, stopping briefly at his thighs which were wider than his shoulders.
He couldn’t wait to finish off the disguise and brought the face of Mrs. Weasley up over his own. The mask aligned perfectly with his features and Harry’s vision was briefly blocked with a flash of red. When he opened his eyes, he found he could now see perfectly without his glasses.
“Oh, my.”
Harry grasped his mouth. His voice was a perfect mimic of Molly’s voice.
His lips curled into a smile as he turned to face the bedroom mirror. As expected, an even pudgier looking Mrs. Weasley stared seductively back at him. Harry was definitely curvier than she had been, though perhaps that had to do with his nakedness. Though Harry certainly felt big as he stared down the cleavage of his own chest.
“Well, I should probably get dressed and prepare for the others...Gotta work on my acting.”
It would certainly help to have a little help from the outside. Perhaps Harry would reveal himself to Ron and have him help. He would know his mother best, after all. Alternatively, there was the option to make a few more suits out of his friends and store them away to pass the time. Kreacher did say the spell only lasted 24 hours.
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