Growing at Hogwarts: Chapter two:
NOTE: This a weight gain story about the girls of the Harry Potter universe. It will contain Weight gain/Stuffing, and if you don't like that stuff, don't read. You have been warned!
The young wizard stood in the middle of the plaza, hidden from view by the crowd of students in black robes departing the train. He waited, searching the mass of bodies for the two he was waiting for. The girls. He didn't have to wait long. He spotted them getting off the train with two male friends, and then head off down the walkway, with all the other students. He followed, his short, lean body weaving gracefully around the students in between him and his targets. He was soon directly behind them. They continued to walk, taking no notice of him. He was calm as he pointed his wand through his robe pocket, first at one girl, then the next, muttering, "Hungerio." Then, he slowed his pace, and blended back in with the crowd.
Hermione was confused. Now, you may know that it takes quite a bit to confuse Hermione. She can solve almost any riddle, question, or brain teaser you can throw at her, given enough time. But this had her stumped.
She was confused, because she was absolutely sure that just ten minutes ago, she was completely and utterly full. But now, sitting and listening to Dumbledore's opening introductions and speeches, she felt… Hungry!
She just couldn't explain it. It had started during the carriage ride up to the castle. That was when she realized that her discomfort of being overly full was slowly disappearing. This had puzzled her, but she had not been bothered by it. On the contrary, she had been relieved, as her full stomach was quite uncomfortable. But as the fullness slowly faded, and then disappeared, she began to feel the tiniest bit hungry.
Now, this had bothered her a little. Why on earth would she be hungry? Though her fullness had gone, it had gone just minutes ago. And she had eaten all that candy… Why on earth was she hungry? But the tiny hunger continued to grow, slowly but surely, making Hermione more and more perplexed by the second. But she had no time to think about it, as she was suddenly called upon to settle an argument over whether or not the Northern Grey dragon was native to Iceland or Greenland, which kept her occupied until they had all taken their seats at the Gryffindor table in the great hall, and Dumbledore had begun his speaking.
Suddenly, Hermione's stomach growled. She looked at it suspiciously. She was now pretty dang hungry… Maybe she really didn't eat all that much candy? Maybe she had just been over reacting. Surely, Everyone had been snacking on the pile of sweets. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. She felt her stomach under her robes. It still had the slight concave shape it had after she had eaten the candy, but she certainly wasn't full anymore. Had her belly always been like that? Possibly. She had never taken much time fussing over her figure, as she had always been slim. It was also possible she had gained a few pounds, but she found that unlikely. Her eating habits hadn't changed in the past few months.
So she came to the conclusion that she had just imagined the whole thing. She must have only eaten some of the candy, and now she was getting hungry, like everyone else around her. Nothing weird. Nothing special. She felt a wave of relief come over her, as she had been starting to think that something was wrong with her.
Now, as she had been thinking to herself, she had grown more and more hungry. She now waited impatiently as Dumbledore's speech dragged on and on, her feeling more hungry by the minute. The crowd of students was growing restless, but even so, Dumbledore showed no sign of stopping. Just when it looked like he would never stop, he abruptly stopped his speech and said, "So without further adieu, let the feast begin!"
Suddenly, the four huge tables of the Great Hall were stacked high with every type of food imaginable. The hungry crowd was immediately upon the feast with force, loading up plates with food. Hermione was no exception.
She had almost completely forgotten about the issue that had troubled her just moments before, and began loading up her plate. She cut a large slab of roast beef onto her plate, along with a huge blob of mashed potatoes, and smothered the whole thing with what was perhaps a bit more gravy than necessary. But she didn't care. She inhaled the plate quickly, aiming only to quiet the loud growls from her belly. When she was done, she was still pretty hungry, and loaded up another plate. The feast continued, and everyone ate there fill, chatting happily. Hermione finished her 2nd plate off in a hurry too, and got another. By her fourth plate, she was starting to feel full, but could still eat. This was a feast, right?
But when she had finished her 5th plate, she finally felt full. That's when she noticed Harry and Ron across the table, talking quietly.
"No way, Hermione's got her beat. 5 Galleons on her." Ron said.
"I'll call It. 5 Galleons On Ginny."
Hermione was confused for a moment. What on earth could they be betting on? She looked over to Ginny, who looked at her in the same moment. She saw nothing unusual, except…
Oh! Realization hit her as she saw the 5 plates stacked in front of Ginny. They were betting on who would eat more….
Ginny seemed to realize the same thing, and looked at Hermione with a twinkle in her eye. Hermione returned the look. She and Ginny were really close friends, there was no doubt about it, but they had always been competitive, each trying to outdo the other. Hermione looked back at Harry and Ron, who were looking at them both expectantly. She poked her stomach beneath her robes, noticing that it had bulged out a bit during her meal. She was really full, but she could probably fit a bit more in there…
Within milliseconds of each other, both girls were rushing to fill up another plate. Hermione stacked hers high with meat and potatoes, and saw Ginny do the same. They both rushed through there plates, and started on another. There ravenous eating attracted some attention from the people surrounding them, and some came over to see what was happening. Harry and Ron told them it was a contest, and bets started flying. The girls saw these newcomers, and the pressure was on. They were both on there 8th plate, trying hard to ignore their swelling bellies. They both finished, and instead of filling another plate, Hermione just took a full plate of meat and a gravy boat, and dug in. In response, Ginny Grabbed a bowl of mashed potatoes and began wolfing it down. There were cheers of encouragement from the small knot of betters, encouraging them on. Finished with her meat, Hermione started chugging the gravy. Ginny followed suit. When they slammed the gravy boats onto the table, it looked like Hermione was in the lead. They were both stuffed, but Ginny's stomach wasn't doing well. She gave a little burp, and rubbed her aching tummy a little bit. Hermione felt that this was her chance to finish it up, but before she could take anything more, all the food and dishes disappeared off the tables. Hermione gave a small yelp as the biscuit she was reaching for disappeared. Ginny rubbed her swollen belly, those who bet on her huddled around her saying words of encouragement. Then, just as suddenly as the feast had disappeared, dessert appeared before their eyes.
Suddenly the tables were laden every type of cake, cookie, pastry, ice cream, and more, waiting to be devoured. Hermione looked at Ginny, and she looked determined now. Hermione herself was starting to feel the effects of her huge first course, and hoped she could pull through and win. She had eaten too much to lose now!
Then they were off, Hermione grabbing a big bowl of cream filled éclairs and stuffing them in her mouth two at a time. She thought it would be an easy victory from here, so she was surprised when she saw some betters place a huge 3 tier chocolate cake in front of Ginny, who promptly began tearing into it. There was no way she could finish that! Hermione thought. But she looked determined to do it, and Hermione started eating a bit faster…
Ten minutes later, the girls were neck and neck. Both were struggling to continue, their engorged bellies fighting every bite. Every swallow made their hugely bloated stomachs growl and groan, but still they kept eating. Ginny was struggling through a gallon of Never-Melt ice cream, while Hermione was halfway through a large cake. The crowd around them encouraged them to continue the gluttony.
"One more bite!"
"You can to it!"
"I believe in you!"
So they struggled on. Ginny took another big spoonful of ice cream, clutching her stomach as she swallowed, and Hermione took a forkful of cake. They slowly groaned, belched, and chewed their way through the food, neither of them quite sure they wanted to go on. And then, with a groan, Ginny gave in.
"Ohhhh…. No more… No more ice cream… You *urp* win… Uuuuhggg…" She slouched back in her chair, clutching her distended belly. It was now so large, you could see it push against her loose robes, sticking out almost 9 inches from her torso. Her supporters let out a collective groan, as Hermione's let loose a cheer, crowding her and congratulating her. Hermione tried to smile at her accomplishment, but all she could do was grimace. Her belly, too, was hugely distended, even more so than Ginny's. She was lucky, as she was about to give in right when Ginny did.
Just moments later, the desserts disappeared, as if they had been waiting to see the outcome of the contest. Money traded hands, and as the occupants of the great hall slowly filed out, the two girls were supported by their half of the betters. It was a long and uncomfortable walk for them, with their bellies sloshing and churning with every step. When they were finally laying down in bed, their stomachs were large lumps under their bed sheets. Neither could sleep because of the growling and sloshing of their abused stomachs, noisily digestion of their obnoxiously large meals. But eventually, the sound lulled them into a deep, restful sleep…
The young wizard was awake in bed, thinking about the feast. It had gone better than he could have ever imagined. The sight of the two girls stuffing themselves like that… Yes. The spell had worked perfectly. But there was one thing…
He got out of his bed quietly, careful not to wake any of his fellow students. He searched the floor. There! He quietly opened his neighbors trunk, and found a robe. He took his wand out from under his bed, and whispered, "Scabrosus Cimex." There. That should do it.
The only thing wrong with the feast is that he had realized that the loose-fitting robes everyone wore would not allow him to see the girls stomachs. And that would not do, would it?
He put the robe back into the trunk, erased all evidence of his midnight prowling, and went to sleep, knowing his plan was working perfectly.