"Could I see what it's like to be my mum?" Ron asked.
"What?" gawked Harry. "Why would you want to do that? I'm only in here because someone has to pose as her for my mistake with Kreacher."
"Well...I was hoping to get Fred and George back for gluing my wand to the desk earlier. It's always something with those two, almost like they're trying to get everyone's attention since they became adult wizards."
"What's in it for me then?"
"Harry, you're my mate. Come on..."
"Exactly, come on."
"Alright, alright. You let me do this and I promise to help you figure out a way to listen in on the Order of the Phoenix meetings. Mum was the one against you attending them, so I go as hers then you can sit in, surely."
Harry had to admit that he had been aching to join the Order of the Phoenix meetings, but Mrs. Weasley had been the most opposed to that and verbally against it. If Ron posed as her and said that she changed her mind...
"Alright," Harry said. "You got a deal. Now strip out of your clothes."
"What? Why?"
"Because I'm going to need to wear something when I come out of here. Do you think I'm fully dressed in here? Bloody hell."
With that, Harry began to peel back the mask of the suit and stretched it over his neck. He could feel his compressed spine groan in relief as he stretched upwards back to his old height of 5'8 compared to Molly's 5'3 (fixed this with official heights), all the while his expansive bust shriveled and became like flat balloons as he continued exiting the suit. Truthfully, Harry was very interested in seeing what would happen to Ron wearing the suit. Ron stood at 6'3, after all, a whole foot taller than his mum. When Harry had worn the suit. all the extra mass distributed itself to Mrs. Weasley's hips and bust. He could only imagine where all Ron's extra height would go.
As Harry stepped out of the suit with nothing but his boxers on, Ron gawked while standing in his own briefs.
"Bloody hell," Ron said as Harry returned to full height. "You looked so small in the suit, how did you fit in there?"
"Magic, I guess. But all that mass has to go somewhere so it 'puffed' your mum up slightly."
"I was wondering why you looked plumper than usual."
"Your turn."
Ron gulped as he stepped up to the diminutive suit of his mother. Mimicking Harry's exit, he stretched out the mouth of the suit while muttering his apologies and shoved one foot after the other inside.
"It's warm," he said while pulling the suit up to his knees. "And tight. Oof, Harry how am I supposed to breathe in this thing?"
"It'll work itself out. Let me give you a hand."
Ron was powerless to stop Harry as he pulled the legs of the suit up over Ron's, widening as they went further up his body. Ron grunted like he was being stuffed into a sardine can as he slipped his hands into the arms of the suit while Harry pulled the mouth higher like he was working Ron into the tightest dress ever. It stopped around Ron's chest.
"Harry," Ron grunted. "It's too tight. I'm not going to fit!"
"You will," Harry said as he guided Ron's slimmer hands to the mouth of the suit. "We pull up together on three. One. Two. THREE!"
With a mighty effort, the boys managed to slide the suit up to Ron's neck. The sudden jolt caused Ron's spine to collapse as the suit crushed his body down a full foot in height and redistributed the mass all over his body in an instant. It was like Ron had been shrunk and filled up like a balloon all in the span of a second. Harry discovered this the hard way as he was standing to close to Ron's rear end only to be blasted back onto the floor by its explosion expansion from being nonexistent to the size of two pumpkins. All of Ron's body had grown, going from his tall and skinny self to a more compact and curvaceous pear shape. He was even now sporting two breasts the size of bowling balls, well beyond what Mrs. Weasley's normal dimensions were.
"Harry," Ron cried with his normal head still on top of his mum's exaggerated body. "I'm a blimp!"
"I know, I know," Harry replied, rubbing his now sore rump as he stood up.
"Everything is so big," Ron said while fondling his breasts. Only then did he look to Harry to find he had to look up at him. "Harry, you're so big!"
"You just got smaller," Harry replied, patting Ron's still normal head. "Your mum's on the short side, after all. It's a problem that you're so tall. I don't know if you're going to fit in her robes now."
The black robes Harry had walked in with were already small enough when Harry was in disguise. Now they looked a dozen sizes too small with Ron in the suit. He's be lucky enough to squeeze his massive breasts inside, let alone the rest of him. Ron ran his hands down his new hips, adjusting to his new center of gravity before speaking up.
"What are we going to do? People are going to surely notice when mum's boobs are bigger than her head."
"Maybe," said Harry as he pondered what to do about the situation.
The suit was technically an object, so maybe the rules of a shrinking or growth spell might apply to it. Harry could also try shrinking Ron to see if that might work out. Then again, they might as well try and see if they could risk it, digging around in Mrs. Weasley's wardrobe to find something that might fit him.
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