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April break?

Cormac McLaggen wasn’t really paying attention when he bumped into the enormous man before him.

The man had a belly so large that the shirt barely covered the crest of his gut and two massive man-boobs sagged down. He had no neck, for it had vanished under chins, and fat arms ran down to thick elbows and piggy fingers. Red messy hair that was starting to thin spilled out on-top of the enormous head

“Weasley?” he asked, recognising it was Hermione’s husband, Ron. “You’re enormous…”

Ron burped loudly, his gut jiggling as he nodded consuming a piece of fried chicken from his fingers. “The one and only” Ron replied with his mouth full. Then realised who had commented and frowned in disappointment. “Hello Cormac. You look well” Ron said as he took Cormac in. He wasn’t thin per say. He was beefy. His arms were thick with muscle and his belly was tight and lacking flab. He looked svelte standing next to Ron however.

“You look fat,” admitted Cormac. “I always knew you’d pile on the pounds… but never to this extent. Did someone inflate you with air?”

Ron grinned, and rubbed his gut. “Lots of food. And good living” he said jiggling his belly. “Owning a chocolate shop helps.” He pointed to a sign painted on the window, ‘single handedly causing Obesity in wizards. Daily Prophet health column.’ “Proud of that one” Ron said with a beaming smile that made his chins protrude. “You look good?” Ron offered. Finding it a struggle to even compliment him. Still remembering how much he disliked him at school

“Thanks,” said Cormac nodding politely. The strain between them. He glanced across at the chocolate shop. “Oh, yeah, my youngest is a frequent visitor. It’s why he packing on the pounds again.”

“Ohhh” Ron nodded. “I’ll give him a discount when he’s in then” Ron grinned. “So what are you doing with yourself?”

“Oh, I run a gym,” said Cormac. “Trimming down fatties one by one.”

“Really?” Ron said grimacing.

“But your still?”

“Beefy? I used to be your size. It’s been a Herculean effort to get to this size” Cormac admitted.

Ron thought about prying into why Cormac had let himself get massive but elected not to probe the issue.

A fat teenage boy appeared at Cormac’s side. His gut bulging out of pair of sweat pants. He looked the spitting image of Cormac except round. “Dad..” He nudged his father. “Can I have a galleon..”

“For?” asked Cormac, staring down at his son. “You know you’re meant to be on a diet, Bertie.”

“If I tell you what for you won’t give it to me” Bertie replied.

“Hello” Ron said awkwardly waving at the teen. He looked about Rosie’s age, perhaps a year older.

“Woah your Ron Weasley I have a poster of you in my bedroom! Your even fatter in real life!” Bertie proclaimed in awe.

Ron couldn’t help but smirk. Cormac looked horrified. “I wish you’d take that photo down…” he handed Bertie a galleon and unsurprisingly Bertie waddled straight into the chocolate shop.

“I tried to get him to choose someone as a goal to encourage him to loose weight. Instead he put your picture up.” Cormac said in frustration, “sorry, give me a moment Ron. It’s the monster in law.” He said excusing himself.

Ron chuckled politely as unsurprisingly a few moments later Bertie emerged with a bag of chocolate.

“You like the chocolate?” asked Ron.

Bertie nodded. “Love chocolate” he agreed unwrapping a chocolate bar and shoving it in his mouth. “Bloating myself up. So I can get robes to grow into. I’m sick of dad buying them and expecting me to diet” Bertie said frustrated.

Ron felt a bit sad for Cormac. His frustration with his son was evident. Ron was reminded of Albus and Harry. Not quite seeing eye to eye.

“Well your getting too round Bertie” Cormac insisted catching a snatch of conversation as he returned.

“Mr Weasley doesn’t diet…”

“Actually I am looking to loose weight” Ron admitted.

Bertie looked horrified.

“The fattest man in the wizarding world is looking to diet?”

“Yeah. Sorry Kiddo” Ron nodded. “And I’m not the fattest, not even the fattest in my own family.”

“Marry a Weasley” Bertie commented to himself under his breath.

Cormac smiled and patted Ron’s gut, “You’ve already taken the first step.”

“You’ll need a personal trainer” Bertie warned.

“I know,” admitted Ron. “I’d ask you if you know any, Bertie… but I don’t think you exercise, given the size of that belly you have…”

“I’m not” Bertie said horrified. “I’d rather help you get fatter.”

Ron laughed, “I don’t need that help.”

“I can help?” Cormac offered. “If you wanted it?”

“Oh?” asked Ron, somewhat cautiously. “Why would you do that?”

“It’s my job. Helping wizards and Muggles loose weight. Or gaining muscle” Cormac explained.

“Oh,” said Ron. “Well, thanks. But I think I’m too fat to lose weight…”

“No one is too fat to loose weight” Cormac reassured. “Why are you considering it?”

“Hermione and I are renewing our vows. I want to get a little less big” he explained.

“Congratulations,” said Cormac, sincerely. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a card. “Here, bring this - and any other fatties who need to lose some weight - to my gym on Monday. I’ll kick your fat butt into a less fat shape…”

Bertie grabbed Ron’s hand. “Don’t do it. He’ll actually make you thin?” Bertie said horrified.

“I don’t even think your Dad can help me loose that much weight” Ron chortled.

“Come on Bertie. Let’s get your robes, and send you back to school” Cormac said firmly.

000

Monday morning, Ron waddled into Cormac’s gym.

Harry and Draco, both wearing Ill-fitting workout gear, followed.

“I don’t know why I let him talk me into this” Draco said grimacing as he examined the workout gear.

Harry smiled his chin wobbling. “Because you want too…”

“I’d rather stuff my face” Draco said smiling as he rubbed his belly.

“Come on Fatsos” Ron slapped their bellies with enthusiasm. “Let’s do this..”

“That’s the spirit, Ron!” announced Cormac, arriving in the room himself.

“Potter, Malfoy… well, I can see why Ron brought you here. You two gain anymore weight and you’ll be fatter than Ron is!”

“Sounds delightful” Draco replied quietly to Harry.

“Your had another Kid right? Your husband was in here looking at our yoga classes” Cormac commented.

Draco looked horrified, “Don’t you dare ruin him. It’s taken me years to fatten him up” Draco pouted pointing a fat finger.

“Well, I’ll soon have that lard taken off,” said Cormac. “Now - first up - weigh ins - Ron, you look like you’re the fattest - why don’t you weigh in first?”

Ron nodded and waddled onto the heavy duty scale Cormac had gesture to. “I haven’t weighed myself in years. We forbade them at home” Ron commented.

“Yes. I’ve heard your daughter is becoming just like you” Cormac commented.

“532lbs!” announced the scale. “Super morbidly obese. 76% body fat. Diet now!”

“Pig! Pig! Pig! Pig” Harry and Draco chanted amused.

Ron ignored them. “How do you know how fat my daughter is?” Ron frowned stepping off the scale.

“My son is a fan..” Cormac commented shaking his head. “Harry your next”

Ron waddled back beside Draco.

Harry stepped on to the scale.

“541lbs,” announced the scale. “Super morbidly obese. 82% body fat. Diet now!”

Harry rubbed his gut. “Only 541? Ginny is loosing her touch” he commented amused. He said waddling beside Ron.

“My turn I suppose” Draco said lumbering forward and stepping onto the scale.

“452lbs” the scale announced.

“Far too fat,” said Cormac. “Far, far too fat. Now, waddle over here…”

He led them to the treadmill. “A person with a healthy fitness level should be able to manage five minutes at level 1. Let’s see what you can do and go from there…”

They all wheezed and groaned as they lifted their feet onto the treadmill. The belt began to move, forcing them to take slow steps forward. Cormac watched studying them carefully. Harry was, by far, the worst.

Every step was followed by a heavy wheeze.

“How are you the most unfit” Cormac frowned.

“I lift weights” Draco explained. “Not that you can tell.”

“I work on my feet all day” Ron explained.

Harry wheezed.

“Can’t… too much… need air…”

Cormac pressed pause. “Harry catch your breath. But you need to keep going” Cormac warned.

Harry nodded face red and wheezing. Once they had finished and Harry wobbled shakily off the treadmill, Cormac placed a stethoscope to Harry’s chest.

“Breathe for me…”

Harry took a deep breath.

“I see,” said Cormac. “I can see why you’re the most unfit.”

“Why?” asked Harry.

“All this fat here is preventing your lungs from expanding to full size,” said Cormac, prodding Harry’s belly. “A full breath for us is only half a breath for you.”

Harry squinted, “Your not a Healer” he pointed out. “How would you know?” He wheezed struggling to catch his breath as Draco gave him a bottle of water.

“Because I had to take a medical degree to become a personal trainer,” said Cormac. “All this fat is stopping you from breathing properly.”

“They’re telling me exercise is a lost cause” Harry nodded gulping down the water.

“It is if you KEEP piling on weight,” said Cormac.

Harry couldn’t really answer that.

“What’s next?” Ron asked out of breath, but concerningly enthusiastic.

Cormac led Ron over to the step stool. “A hundred step-ups,” he said to Ron, Harry and Draco. “Unless you’re too piggy to do so?”

“You know full well we are” Draco replied rolling his eyes. “I suppose we might as well get this ritual humiliation over with” He said beginning.

After three, Harry was wheezing for breath.

Bent double, he panted heavily, massive belly swelling up as he gasped and wheezed.

Draco was doing a little better. Was struggling.

Ron was struggling to bend his legs. Groaning audibly with each attempt.

“Keep it up, Ron,” said Cormac. “It’ll become easier with time. When you have less fat inhibiting your movement…”

“Right” Ron nodded sweating.

Eventually Draco and Ron got to a hundred. Harry following suit about five minutes later.

“No more…” wheezed Harry. “I’m done. No more. I’m too fat. No more…”

“Harry” Draco said helping Harry to a bench. “While I absolutely agree. But that’s also why we came?” Draco pointed out. “So we wouldn’t get as quickly exhausted.

Harry flopped onto his back, wheezing. “No more…” he wheezed.

Ron waddled over to Cormac. “What’s that?”

“Oh, you’re still too fat for that,” said Cormac, pointing to the bench press machine. “It’ll never take all your weight. It can barely take Bertie’s weight…”

Ron nodded. “If I lost weight could i?” He said curiously.

“Absolutely” Cormac nodded.

“Now you’ve clearly got some muscle burried deep under all that fat” Cormac said. “Come over here and we’ll get you lifting some weights.

—

Six months later.

“There we go,” said Cormac, adjusting Ron’s robes around his belly. “How’s it feels to have lost 60 pounds?”

“Feels good” Ron smiled. “I wanted to prove to myself I could. My son Hugo was a whale and he’s dieted himself over the last couple of years” Ron admitted. “I never thought I’d be able to”

“Anyone can,” said Cormac.

“Hey, Ron, have you seen the fat pants you bought me for the wedding?” asked Harry, lumbering in, trousers open around his belly.

“Not everyone,” said Ron, gesturing to Harry. “Harry’s gained 80lbs. They ARE the fat pants, Harry.”

“Right..right” Harry nodded. “I was trying to avoid using an expansion charm” he commented. “Your not going to make us exercise are you Cormac?” Harry insisted.

“You need it, tubby,” said Cormac, prodding Harry’s belly. “You’re bigger than Ron was!”

“I’m content in my lardiness” Harry grinned. “You can diet all you like Ron”

“Ron we better head down in a few minutes” Harry warned.

“Yeah,” said Ron.

He turned to the mirror, patted his slimmer belly, and took a breath. “Right, let’s do this.”