Draco had no warning before the chair's legs gave up and snapped, leaving poor fat, stuffed Draco to fall on his big ass.
"Shit," Blaise said, and he and Theo reached to help Draco sit up.
Draco could only whimper, as his poor stuffed belly was jostled so harshly by the fall.
"Alright?" Theo asked. Draco nodded.
"Might need help getting, urp, back to the common room."
The three of them got Draco back down to the dungeons with some help from levitating spells.
Draco flopped down on his bed heavily, his flabby body quivering as he did.
He fell asleep easily, stuffed so nice like this. It always made him happy.
The next day, Theo and Blaise helped Draco stuff himself at breakfast, and lunch. And dinner.
After a few weeks, the pair was helping Draco everyday, allowing him to push his limits and get fatter and fatter.
By Christmas break, Draco was tipping the scales at 470 pounds. He had needed to send for a bigger uniform, his belly hung low over his crotch and out far infant of him. He had arms that were so thick Theo couldn't wrap his hand around them. His thighs and butt were padded with fat, soft and thick, making his waddle even more exaggerated. Draco had a hard time walking around the castle, using more and more spells to ease his mobility.
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