Ron had woken up late again, and as the dazzling sun peeked around the curtains of his bedroom, he closed his eyes. Today was the day they were going to pick up Harry from his Aunt and Uncle's house, and Ron was not looking forward to it.
Whilst he was delighted to be meeting his friend once again, to have someone apart from his brothers and a disinterested Hermione to talk to about the upcoming quidditch world cup, Ron was less excited about Harry seeing him in his current state.
He pulled off his shirt, as he was getting sweaty under the covers, and and sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. He hoped he hadn't missed breakfast. His stomach was already rumbling with an intense hunger, but he just couldn't muster the strength to walk downstairs. Ron shifted over to sit on the side of his bed. As he did so, he felt something touching his belly.
Looking down, he noticed that his belly was resting, very slightly, on his thighs.
Horrified, Ron squeezed his gut, and felt the mass of pure lard that covered it. He knew he'd been eating a little too much the over past few weeks, double and even triple helpings becoming his norm, but this was out of hand now. Worse still, as Hermione had been staying at the Burrow for a couple of days now, she would certainly notice ed his ballooning size at some point. Ron sighed as he observed his softened chest, his protruding belly, and his thick, milky thighs - which he thought looked more girlish than masculine. Feeling the heat of the summer in his fat, insulated body, Ron stripped off the remainder of his pyjamas before he lay back down on the bed in exasperation. How had he let himself spend his summer holidays in a cycle of waking up, and then eating until he fell back in a food coma again. Lazing around and eating until his belly could take no more.
As he lay there, thinking about his decisions, a familiar voice called out to Ron that lunch was ready, but he just couldn't bring himself to respond. As he lay in his stupour, the door suddenly burst open, revealing :