Weigh in -H/D

“Come in Mr Potter, take a seat” The healer said gesturing to the chair.

“Oh it’s Malfoy now, it has been since the Wedding” Harry Malfoy grinned as he lumbered into the healers office. His fattened legs barely bending.

“I see Congratulations” The Healer smiled, although Harry noticed the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Now Mr Pot… sorry Malfoy. To clear you for active duty, I need to run a physical.”

Harry nodded his double chin wobbled, “Yep. I know how it works. I’m in shape.” To prove it he held up his arm and tensed his bicep. His arm just jiggled. “And here’s the specimen” Harry added putting a jar of urine that was sealed in a plastic bag on the table.

“Ah good.” The Healer pulled out a clipboard and began writing in details. “Have you been pregnant in the last twelve months.”

“Nope that’s my husband’s job. He’s pregnant again, it’s why he wants me back at work. I fuss over him too much, and it annoys him. I think he’ll get just as annoyed not having he around” Harry said with cocky amusement.

“I’m just going to draw some blood. Your arm please,” The healer said as they pulled on gloves and retrieved a syringe from a drawer.

Harry offered his arm, as the area was wiped and the siringe inserted until it filled slowly with his blood. The healer smiled and removed the needle placing a cottonwool bud over the wound. Holding it against Harry’s flabby arm with pressure. While with his free hand he the syringe’s contents were filled a small phial and placed in a bag.

Harrys stomach gurgled loudly, groaning as it desperately ached for food.

“Have you eaten in the last twelve hours.”

“Not a morsel. Haven’t gone that long without eating in years” Harry chuckled, his whole body wobbling and jiggled.

“I can tell” The Healer answered simply.

“I’ll get you to lift your shirt for me.”

Harry nodded lifting the tank top up with his fat sausage like fingers. That bulged out of his sphere like palms. His arms trembling from the movement.

The Healer seemed to take an age as he produced a large metal caliper and gripped a roll of Harry’s flesh the metal talons digging into his gut.

“Can I let go of my shirt” Harry puffed struggling, a bead of sweat running down his round face. His glasses fogging up slightly.

“Yes. Now I’ll get you to stand up. We’ll do a few movement exercises to test your movement and flexibility” The Healer said with a smile.

Harry wondered if he was enjoying seeing him struggle. He gripped the desk with his fat hands. And with a rocking motion began to build up the momentum to heave himself up. He felt himself topple forward and caught himself on the wall. A sweaty palm print left behind as he straightened. “Okay… wheeze let’s do these.. puff* tests…”

“Struggling to catch your breath. After Standing” The Healer said nodding taking more notes.

Harry realised that this wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped. He slowly began to suck his belly in, trying to make it look less round as he stood up. He felt his tank top sticking to his body. It was becoming stained with sweat, dark patches round his neck and back. Even under his moobs.

“I’ll get you to touch your toes.”

Harry leaned forward, his gut pressing against his thighs, even sucking in, he couldn’t manage.

He could hear the healer drawing a cross on his clipboard. All the other movement tests went just as well. Harry hadn’t really considered how limited he’d become. It wasn’t his focus.

“Now last thing I’ll get you to step on the scale for me” he gestured to an old scale that looked like it was from Victorian times.

Harry waddled over and slowly stepped onto the scale. Struggling to lift his legs. He was starting to struggle to hold his belly in, his face tight in determined concentration.

The healer chuckled a little. “Uhmm. Mr Potter, sucking in won’t make you weigh less.”

“Oh right” Harry nodded and let his gut bulge out.

The large round dial swinging as it slowly determined his weight.

“Four hundred and three pounds” The healer said with a dismissive tone.

Harry nodded, that sounded correct, a few pounds up from when Draco had last made him stand on the scale.

“Well Mr Potter I have enough. Thankyou for coming in” The Healer said calmly.

Harry nodded, his chin wobbling. “Of course. Thankyou.”

Harry’s stomach gurgled again as he lumbered out into the waiting room. His husband Draco Malfoy was sitting his shirt partially unbuttoned as he fed their youngest son from his chest. While their three chubby son’s sat bored either side.

“I’ve put on five pounds” Harry commented.

“Really? Perhaps it’s time you went on a diet?”

“A diet where I eat a liter of ice cream a day?” Harry said messing James hair.

“That’s the one” Draco said patting Harry’s belly. “All done?”

“Yeah. Although I don’t think it went well” he admitted.

“We’ll figure something out” Draco smiled up at Harry. “Let’s go get McDonald’s, the kids need a treat. So do you I think.”

Harry licked his lips greedily.

Harry was sat at the dining table, his heavy belly bulging against it. He was holding court as he tutored James, who sat beside him struggling with his homework.

Chocolate bar in one hand, pencil in the other. James’s face was covered in chocolate, the bar half melted in his pudgy drip.

“How’s it going?” Harry asked scooping up a large mouthful of pasta into his greedy mouth. Chewing as the creamy carbonara ran down his double chin.

“It’s too hard” he admitted. “Sums are hard.”

“I know, but the quicker you figure this out. The easier the rest will be” Harry lied.

James nodded and took a greedy bite of his chocolate bar.

Drsco waddled in holding a letter. His shirt not quite covering the curve of his pregnant belly. “You received a letter” Draco said handing it to Harry, as he leaned over and looked at James homework. “Why don’t you take a break. Go watch some CBBCB..” he said reassuringly.

“Too many letters” Harry said wryly. “One too many B’s.”

“If muggles insist on calling all their channels ridiculous acronyms that make no sense” Draco muttered as he began to msssage Harry’s shoulders. “How’s your second lunch?”

“Delicious” Harry said using the knife to open the letter. He slipped out the letter and sighed wearily. “Failed the physical.”

“What rot. You’re fat hardly entirely useless” Draco said with a smirk. Before he snatched up the letter. “Let’s see…”

“Struggles to stand, struggles to bend over and complete simple movement exercises…” Draco read each one allowed.

Harry raised an eyebrow when he noticed Draco’s hand palming his crotch absent mindedly. “Interesting letter.”

“Mr Harry Malfoy is morbidly obese. I highly recommend a diet and vigerous exercise. Attached is a diet and exercise plan…” Draco said the words becoming tinged with desire.

“Darling?” Harry asked amused.

“Hmm. Oh. Right. Sorry I suppose you’ll be stuck at home” Draco said his thumb stroking Harry’s cheek.

“Did that turn you on? Reading how unfit I am” Harry asked. “Seeing how much you ruined me.”

Draco’s cheeks blushed, “anyway. I’ll let you,”

Harry gripped Draco’s wrist, “Stay feed me. And then I want you to read the letter again while I’m laying in bed you straddling my belly. While you examine me?” Harry said with amusement.

Draco shuddered, Yes, Merlin yes. My big gluttonous pig” he said nodding. As he scooped up a forkful and fed to Harry’s waiting lips. “Open up.”

Harry groaned as he chewed smiling at Draco happily.