Hermione couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her feet.
Getting to this point had been a long time coming, but it had come. And frankly, she never wanted to go back.
Robes were a must now because she couldn't fit on a pair of pants at all. Her ever expanding belly would only rip open the seams and tear apart any buttons. Even the strongest belts could eventually snap under the slow moving glacier that was her gut.
Now that she saw her gut much anyways, most of her vision was stopped by her impressive boobs that sat upon her belly. Each the size of a large watermelon, they made great fun toys for her and ron.
She owed Ron a debt ,he was the curator of the garden of fat that was her body.
Ron was a respectable three hundred pounds, deliberately dressing in clothes that were too small to drive her crazy. It was Ron who was currently tube feeding her chocolate syrup.
A spell held up the two litre bottle, and another spell kept the thick, rich liquid coming down at a controlled rate.
Hermoine sat upon a vast divan with her ass spreading out behind her and her tree trunk legs pushed apart by her enormous belly. She dind't really know how much she weighed. She like being surprised.
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