"Off to eat again Draco?"
Theo and Blaise were now always teasing Draco for his weight gain as they were thinner than Draco's other friends Crabbe and Goyle.
"So what if I am?" Draco asked haughtily. He was breathing pretty heavy from the walk out to the common room, which was slightly embarrassing.
"Yeah, you look like you need it," Theo said.
"Definitely wasting away here," Blaise added, and he patted Draco's fat, bloated tummy in emphasis. Draco's cheeks were red from embarrassment, even if he secretly liked being teased.
"I, well. I'm just hungry, is all. It's stressful times," Draco said with his nose in the air.
Theo laughed. "Let us help you to the kitchens. I bet it's hard carrying all this weight around."
Blaise nodded along eagerly. Draco eyed the pair suspiciously.
"Well... alright."
So all three of them made their way to the kitchens, with Draco's labored breathing and slow waddling slowing them down considerably. "I'm- huff- starving," Draco said when he finally made it to the kitchens. He was sweating, and panting and his knees and back were aching from carrying around all this weight.
They tickled the pear and went inside where house elves were happy to wait on Draco. They were used to him coming down to stuff ever-increasing amounts of food into his greedy mouth. Plus, unbeknownst to Draco, the Death Eaters had ordered the elves to serve Draco as much as he asked for and more, and to spike his food and drinks with appetite enhancer potion.
"MMm, more of this," Draco said as he stuffed crab cakes into his face. His chubby hands were already messy with how fast he was shoveling food into his mouth. He was also dropping crumbs all over himself, where they would get caught in the shelf between his belly and his moods and in-between his rolls.
"Master Draco be wanting more crab cakeses," one of the elves said, and the others started whipping more up in a flurry.
"UUURP," Draco belched. He gulped down more butter beer, not caring when some of it slid from the side of his mouth and down his chins.
"He can really put it away, can't he?" Blaise asked, wide-eyed.
Theo nodded. "I wonder how much he can eat. It's probably a lot."
Blaise patted Draco's fat belly, which was hanging over his thighs and stuffed into the kitchen chair tightly. His love handles were wedged in and overflowing off the edge.
Draco ate for hours, the potions affecting his already insatiable appetite further. He ate until he was a panting mess, so bloated that he couldn't even move. Still, he wanted more. He was still hungry, even if his belly was so stuffed he couldn't even take a breath.
"Ohhh," he groaned. His fat sausage fingers rubbed his belly in an attempt to soothe it.
"Blimey, you're a right hog," Theo said.
Draco burped and groaned and farted, unable to do much else.
Then...
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