Chapter 2

"Of course not." replied Hermione

"Thanks!" Roared Hagrid "I've already told the kitchens to send some dinner down for you. I'll be back tomorrow round noon. Have to go now"

And with that he took off running in the direction of Hogsmead.

Surprised by the sudden turn in events, Hermione stood for a few moments thinking. "Official business, no time to even lock his cabin, what could it mean?" but there was nothing for it she didn't have enough information to make any kind of conclusion. So refilled her cup grabbed another of the saucer size biscuits and settled down in Hagrids chair by the fire.

With all the fantastic biscuits stacked around the room it was easy to grab another one and one after that and one after that once she finished the one she was eating. With a dozen saucer sized biscuits and a huge pot of tea crammed into her petite frame swelling out her tummy to where it looked like she had eaten a whole 20 pound turkey all on her own she reclined in Hagrids over sized chair in the only position that allowed her glutenous torso enough room to swell. She still had the gently expanded feeling from her tea and was quite comfortable in the enormous chair by the fire. She was staring into the flames and becoming very sleepy from it's warmth and her full tummy. She drifted off to sleep gently caressing her distended belly, feeling its tightness and exploring the areas around it where her stomach had protruded out.

She awoke when she heard a loud crack. Groggy she looked for what had made the noise, still full from her tea it took some effort to look behind her. There didn’t appear to be anyone in the cabin but she could see that Hadgid’s table had been cleared of the tea setting and was now laden with platter after platter of food. There was one setting at the table and it's chair had been pulled back as if it was waiting for her.

“Who is all this for?” she asked the room, the only answer she received was Fang cocking his head to the side and lulling his tongue out. “You don’t think the house elves know do you Fang? Well, I suppose if they do there isn’t anything I can do about it if they do. I think this is just the time for a handful of those Mint Frogs.”

She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out the bag full of small green frogs. She pulled out 6 of the frogs and eagerly swallowed them. She had never had that many of the frogs at one time before but she thought with what she had planned her poor digestive system was going to need all the help it could get. She could feel them wriggling there way around her stuffed tummy gently stretching her stomach walls and starting to move around the afternoons indulgence making room for her next feast.

She sat down and survived the table. There was a wide variety of foods and they were all her favorites. Shrimp cocktail, deviled eggs, braised beef, scalloped potatoes, roasted vegetable, with plenty of Brussels spouts and onion, warm buttery rolls, minced pies, pudding, a large pitcher full of butter beer and an enormous bowl made of what looked like ice, bewitched to keep its continence ever cold, full of cream scoops of various colors.She mused that had the table not been of Hagrid’s fashioning it would be sagging with the weight of the feast for one piled high on it.

Greedily she eyed the spread before here. It was 6 o’clock and she had 18 hours until Hagrid would be back to enjoy herself. 18 hours alone with only this food and her belly to keep her company. She decided to start with the Shrimp cocktail and was delighted with its flavor. The shrimp were so large they could have been lobster tails and the cocktail sauce was just spicy enough to make her mouth warm from its heat. There were 8 shrimp hung around the bowl and she finished the lot while thinking about how engorged her belly was going to get tonight after such a large meal earlier and how she was passably going to finish it all.

“Well, well, I have already finished the shrimp and it was not a bit of trouble.” She mused “Mmmm some butter beer to wash it down I think” and she grabbed the pitcher and began to take great gulps from it to cool her mouth. As she was chugging down the lovely fattening drink she had an idea. If she was really going all the way tonight why not finish the beer now? And so she tilted the pitcher back, opened her throat and let the sweet, lightly bubbly drink flow down into her waiting belly. She could feel her skirt slowly working its way up her torso as her waist expanded. The feeling of it climbing her turned turned her on and she drank faster. Once she had finished the pitcher, her skirt was riding up just below her ribcage and couldn't keep herself decent anymore.

She opened Hagrid’s closet so she cool look at herself in the mirror. She looked like she was 6 months pregnant and in denial. It looked like she was trying to wear a skirt that had fit her long ago. Her tummy arched out in front of her making it so the skirt couldn't even cover the front of her panties. In the back she cold just see the bottom of her butt. She looked at herself for a few minuets softly rubbing her bloated belly. The feeling of the course fabric sliding over the silky lining against her sensitive skin was intense and gave her chills. She loved how tight her skin was and how all the food she had eaten and drank made it so that her belly felt like it wasn’t really hers.

Finally she undid the clasp on the skirt and unzipped it all the way so she could get it off. She sat down at the table and ate a deviled egg while she piled her plate high with some of all the main courses. She was feeling full from the butter beer but determined to continue with her feast until she couldn't eat another bite. The braised beef and scalloped potatoes had magically stayed just as hot as they had when they had been plated and were amazing. Despite the feeling of fullness coming from her now comically distended belly she finished her first helping in no time at all. As she leaned back in her chair to take a breather before her next round the mint frogs still moving the mass of food inside her pushed a large chunk down from the top of her stomach and pop went the buttons that were straining against her growing bulk and her shirt fell open. The slight change in pressure across her blooming midsection made her mad with pleurae and she doubled her efforts at consuming the feast before her.