Chapter 3
Harry moaned as he lifted his shirt up to rub his gut. Normally he'd be ashamed and feel awkward doing so, but it was hard to feel awkward when Ron was next to him doing the same thing, kneading into his larger and softer gut.
Despite all the food packed into Harry's gut already, Ron had gotten two large meat lover pizzas with extra cheese and stuffed crusts and edged Harry on into eating 5/8 of the giant slices of one of the pizzas. Ron ate the other 3 as well as the entire other pizza.
Harry genuinely felt like was about to explode.
Ron grinned at Harry, "Mate, you've been really pushing me to eat extra today! Expected you to eat a lot more than you have so I've been dealing with all the extras."
Honestly, the idea that Harry was the one who made Ron eat more than usual and not the other way around was ridiculous - 3 doughnuts, 3 large muffins, an eclair, who knows how much popcorn, and now 5 slices of pizza - in addition to the 2 huge cookies Draco gave him and the full English breakfast he had at the beginning of the day as a celebration for the new job. Ignoring how comparatively unhealthy the food was, it's probably about as much as Harry ate in a week. Hell, Harry's stomach was bright red from the pressure of all the food placed inside of it.
"Anyway," Ron said, ignoring Harry's train of thought, "it's company mandated nap time now. We can sleep off these food babies. I'll wake you up when it's over, just focus on sleeping and digesting."
Harry muttered a thank you before drifting off - normally his insomnia made it hard for him to sleep, but his full stomach surprisingly helped him drift off, despite the pain.
When Harry woke up, it wasn't to Ron - but rather to two other ginger men.
"Ay, he's awake!" said the one on the left.
"Good, right in time to taste test some stuff!" the other one said.
Harry was very confused and overwhelmed, but decided to roll with it. He gave the men a onceover - they were lithe but very muscly, and looked identical - heavily freckled, red hair, very very hot.
He was about to introduce himself when one of the men pulled out a large chocolate bar and without warning shoved it into Harry's mouth.
Confused but with nothing else to do, Harry quickly ate the chocolate - before it was shoved back in his mouth.
This process continued until the chocolate bar was done.
"Well?" Said the man who had shoved the chocolate in his mouth.
"Uhm -" Harry began, before the other man pulled out another chocolate bar and began to do the same thing the first had.
"Fred!" Exclaimed the first man as Harry continued his way through the second large bar.
"George," said the second (Fred?), "he needs to try both chocolates before he can tell us who made the better bar!"
Ah, so that's what this was about.
Harry quickly (and admittedly eagerly) finished his second bar.
"They tasted exactly the same. Really really good, but, the same." Harry decided after he finished.
Both men looked upset.
"Well," one of them (George, he thinks) said, "guess you'll just have to try a few more until you have an answer!" Before shoving another chocolate bar into Harry's mouth.
Unfortunately the other's once again tasted the same.
And that's how Harry found himself eating seemingly endless chocolate bars.
30 chocolate bars in total before Ron showed up to the rescue and shoed his now identified older brothers away.
Harry, despite having just woken up, felt himself falling into a food coma - his stomach once again unhappy and his face smeared with chocolate.
As he was falling asleep, Ron began rubbing his stomach - which while Harry would normally find it weird, it felt so good that he didn't care, and soon the belly rubs finally lulled him asleep.