Hermione finally got done with breakfast after going back for thirds. Her skirt was tightening and the way her doughy flesh stretched the fabric of her sweater it appeared as if she was sneaking several loaves of bread underneath her shirt. She slowly got up attempting to keep her balance, the thousands of calories had taken its toil on her figure. "What a mess this is!" Hermione thought as she tried to pull down her sweater over her now flabby gut. Hermione now had a large spare tire that spilled amply over her generous hips which were squeezed now tightly into her skirt. The weight seemed to magically pile on Hermione thought as she slowly made her way to class. Hermione came upon a large black pot of strange green liquid. "Gumbo, perhaps?" Hermione exclaimed without a second thought, it had a sweet aroma fit for a king she thought. "Better not pudgy little pupil, that's not food" said Professor Snape. "Oh, you startled me, Professor Snape!" said Hermione jumping back a bit.

"I say you're not like your normal self today, and also looking a bit portly around the middle aren't we?" Snape said, poking at Hermione's thick stomach with his index finger. His finger sank deeply into her soft flesh.