Mrs. Weasley still had her matronly smile, but it was now surrounded by an absolutely doughy face swallowed by a massive extra chin that hid her neck; it jiggled and shook with every word that passed her lips. Always leaning towards the plump side, she was now weighed down with colossal saddlebag hips, a noticeable belly-apron that was tucked into a house skirt that Hermione figured to be larger than her bedsheets , and upper arms that were much wider around than Hermione's waist. She was noticeably huffing and puffing; the extra weight made even standing a chore, it looked like. Aside from the weight, Hermione noticed with disgust that the normally cleanliness-obsessed Mrs. Weasely was sporting extremely large sweat stains under her armpits and where rolls of fat pinched at her clothing.

Hermione glanced down at her newly chubbified stomach. "Is this some sort of hex?! It can't be- I would have read about it somewhere! I demand an explanation for this, Mrs. Weasely!"

Hermione got a sweet smile as a reply, then a "Just eat a little bit more, sweetheart, and you'll be so hooked you won't care about the particulars! Give your overworked brain a chance to relax for once!"

Hermione saw with horror that Mrs. Weasley wasn't trying to be manipulative; she honestly believed that Hermione needed to be fattened up and that being piggish was good! Hermione reached for her wand, but found that it was missing. Mrs. Weasely scowled and put her hands on her meaty hips. Hermione saw her hands sink in to them several inches.

"Now dear if you aren't going to be a good girl I'm going to have to make you!" She held out her wand and announced in a clear voice, "Accio Books!" Hermione saw some of her favorite textbooks fly in from another room in the school. Hermione wondered if they took her belongings and brought them into a room at this new school when they abducted her.

Mrs. Weasely brought her wand to a history textbook and tapped it. The book's shape quivered, then melted completely, reforming into a plate of hot dogs. "Each and every one of your books will get turned into something useful if you don't stop being so silly, young lady!"

Hermione's jaw dropped- her books! There were few things she loved more in the world. Hermione collected herself when Mrs. Weasely turned one of her favorite books of spells into a gigantic ham. As the mammoth woman extended a hand towards another beautiful, leather-bound tome, Hermione shouted out.
"STOP!" Without giving herself time to take back her decision, Hermione reached down and grabbed a greasy chicken wing from the table in front of her, and tore into it, cringing at how oily it was. Hermione let out a belch, and grabbed a bowl of pudding next, praying that she would be told to stop before she had to eat it all.


However, Hermione noticed that she was barely getting full; in fact, the more she ate, the more she wanted. She stopped trying to hold in her gassiness, since it was only an equally gassy, nearly 600 pound woman watching her feast. She felt her body softening, but tried not to think about it.

Then Mrs. Weasely said something that made her stop in her tracks.

"Once you finish up, be a dear and go get Ginny from Hogwarts? Just convince her to eat some of our food; my poor little girl is out there, rail thin and gas free! She trusts you, so by the time she notices something's wrong she'll be nice and addicted!"