Ok but. Harry Castillo? THE Harry Castillo? The one whos got a nutrionist and dietician and physical trainer, to make sure he keeps the strictest physical health possible to perform his best? And all of it adds more stress to his mind.
So when you start gifting him little treats, just a little kind gesture to make his day, he doesnt record those on his intake tracking sheet. It starts with adding a little bowl of choclates to your desk, holding one out for him as he passes by on his way to his office. Always with a warm smile. Its the best first thing in his morning: a little bit of sweetness to unravel like a tiny treasure and kick off his day. He hums and savors the taste in his mouth. It had been years since he had something unfiltered like this: everything he eats is stripped of sugar and processed gooeyness. It excites him to enjoy this one little secret.
But then, youre offering him one every time he leaves for a lunch, comes back from a meeting, shaking hands out in the lobby. You always seem to be perfectly in stock too: when one disappears, another is replenished within the hour. It heats your cheeks every time he gives you a kind smile when snatching one off your desk.
You started taking on his lunch orders too. Of course, everything was perfectly curated by his personal chef. He hadn't order takeout in a long time. So while he eats his bland meal, you also bring him a little extra bite: a burger or plate of fries. Perhaps a milkshake when a deal closes or a few cookies and slices of cake when he's there past 5.
You always leave it on his desk. He' usually busy on a call, but when he swivels to see you standing there clearing room on the table for his tray of goodies, his face lights up, licking his lips as he mumbles an excited "ah huh" into the receiver. You watch as he rushes to end the call before diving in. Whereas before, he'd take nibbles while entirely focused on work, now he slams his laptop shut and dedicates his entire attention to his treats. He lets out happy groans and hums with each bite. Wipes the cream or crumbs from his eager lips and sucks his fingers clean. Always after cleaning the whole plate, he'd sit back and sigh, smiling gently to himself.
You're clearing out the tray when he heaves himself up and trying to change for a new meeting. Harry lets out a grunt, undoing his belt and latching it to the widest hole possible. He frowns in the mirror, staring back as he shifts.
"You look wonderful, Mr Castillo," you tell him softly. He grins and nods, ignoring the new weight settling in stomach and thighs.
His doctor had questioned how his weight had increased so quickly. Harry assures him its temporary stress but hes keeping up with his routines. He doesnt bother to hide the fact that the food has made him less stress than ever before. In fact, his mood had improved tenfold. He was indulging and enjoying food again, and it made him more motivated to keep going.
He was embarassed to ask you to schedule him a tailor appointment for new suits. His clothes feeling tighter must all be in his head. A couple extra treats here and there surely wouldn't have made a noticeable difference on the outside? No, it was just bloating from having foods he'd repressed for decades.
He stops telling himself that when he finds himself cupping your ass in your pencil skirt, seated across his spread lap as you dip another choclate covered strawberry into his mouth. This had become a weekly to nightly occurance. Late hours resulted in late hour munchies. He felt bad keeping you after hours but you insisted if you could parttake, you wouldnt mind all. He thought that meant getting a bite to eat along with his orders, not... this.
He finishes chewing and swallows, humming as you rub his large belly. You had helped unbutton his shirt and pants to help let his gut fall out more natutally. There was no reason to be strung up in uncomfortable clothes when no one was here, you told him. A few glasses of wine didnt hurt either. It felt nice to have the heat of your body against his chest and thigh. He pet your smooth legs curled up against his knee. Your body felt fantastic, especially your thighs. When drunk he had fewer pretense to worry of how it might look, having your boss run his palm up your thigh, above your skirt line. It felt nice for both of you.
You held a cup of chocolate, dipping various snacks layed out on the table, and feeding him one by one. You leaned against his chest and kissed his cheek and neck, listening to his struggled breath trying to keep his arousal at bay. The food piling in his stomach only added pressure to his already hard cock.
You could sense his discomfort. He whined slightly when you sat up. His disappointment is replaces by raised, excited eyes as you unclasp your blouse, revealing your push up bra that accentuated your breasts and cleavage. "Thats better," you hum. "Now you."
He nods as you take over to pulling his hardened length out. It sprung free, slapping the curve of his stomach. "My my, Mr Castillo. I knew those rumors were true."
He blushes. Yanking you back to his lap, you begin to jerk him off with one hand, proceeding to feed him again with the other. Harry is enamoured, his eyes lidded and lust filled, panting as you encourage another bite. You had made a mess of chocolate over his dress shirt, not that he minded one bit. His member throbbed violently in your hand. Your craddled his head to your chest, pumping his length faster. He dipped his finger in the chocolately mess and pressed it to your lips. Your moan sang with praize as you sucked his finger off, enough to make him cum with a yelp all over your hand.
Harry proceeded to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the office. You were rarely at your desk those hours, instead grinding on his belly beneath you atop his lounger, or getting fucked against the closet wall, or sucking his cock and licking the sticky mess left all over his chest and stomach under his desk. He fired his irrate physician and dieticians. He'd never felt more alive and healthier than he has with your invaluable assistance.
I don’t really have any more beyond my tag, #chubby!Harry. There are more chubby Harry fics on AO3.
Lovely Things - sarahmademedoit
“I just- y’don’t have to say those things. When you said I was beautiful ‘n’ sexy. I’m not, y’know? Y’don’t have to boost my confidence while you’re trying to enjoy yourself.”
Draco’s eyes are soft and pensive as he looks at Harry. They lay in silence as Draco collects his thoughts.
“While I appreciate your confidence that I can make up falsehoods whilst balls deep, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.”
Nightmares or wet sheets? - makerofaqueen
Ten years after the war, Harry has hid himself from the world working in the rarely visited grand archive of the ministry for magic. One day he’s informed that they have hired new potions master and Harry needs to show him around.
Snakefood - Vaysh
Draco and Harry have a secret relationship in fifth year. Harry’s a bit heavier when he comes back to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays.
The Art of Binge Eating - gingerbread20
After the war, Harry Potter decided he had done his bit for the Wizarding world. He holed himself up in his home with only his two best friends for company and only left to occasionally visit the Burrow. But that all changed the night that Hermione finally convinced him to leave the house, and it wasn’t to go to the Burrow.
"Maybe you should have a few drinks so I can..." Potter paused and looked uncomfortable.
"Can what?" Draco asked. He was sitting so close to Potter's body. His knee was resting against Potter's thigh and all Draco wanted to do was take Potter's jacket off, open up Potter's shirt and run his hands all over Potter's body. God, he wanted to press his hands against Potter's skin, massage him all over and—if he could—rub his cock against it.
"Why do you want to get me drunk, Potter?" Draco asked, his face close to Potter's ear and he was sure his hot breath would send shivers down Potter's spine.
"So I can seduce you."
Draco was thrown back with that confession for a second, but he didn't recoil. "You don't have to get me drunk to seduce me, Potter."
“I just- y’don’t have to say those things. When you said I was beautiful ‘n’ sexy. I’m not, y’know? Y’don’t have to boost my confidence while you’re trying to enjoy yourself.”
Draco’s eyes are soft and pensive as he looks at Harry. They lay in silence as Draco collects his thoughts.
“While I appreciate your confidence that I can make up falsehoods whilst balls deep, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.”
Ten years after the war, Harry has hid himself from the world working in the rarely visited grand archive of the ministry for magic. One day he's informed that they have hired new potions master and Harry needs to show him around.
Luna made what he sincerely hoped was a sympathetic noise and stroked his hair. "I am sorry, Harry."
He banged his head again, causing the saucer to clatter against the dish. "She's left me for some skinny bloke, hasn't she?"
"Harry, don't be ridiculous."
"You're right," he agreed. "She doesn't like them skinny. She found some muscular Quidditch player with great teeth." He paused, considering this, and then let out something entirely too much like a wail for his liking. "Oh, God, she's left me for Oliver Wood!"
Luna reached forward, hauled him up by the shoulders, and slapped him across the face.
Harry gaped, clutching his throbbing cheek.
"Wrackspurts," she diagnosed in her high voice, nodding. "Definitely. They're frightened off by the noise, you see."
Sweatin' to the Voldies by commas_and_ampersands (dark_branwen)
We've talked about chubby!Eggsy but I now present chubby!Harry. Harry who either goes from an active agent to a desk position. Maybe he's Arthur and he stress eats to cope with all the responsibility and watchimg Eggsy go off and be put in danger. Biscuits kept in his desk. Maybe he becomes a handler and has a tendency to eat while on the job. Small snacks to fill boredom or cope with depression or just stress eatting again. Or he just retires and takes on baking or cooking to fill the time. One pound turns to two and then he has a small pooch and a cute bubble butt and he's self concious but Eggsy absolutely loves it and showers Harry in adortion. Or an au where Harry is really a tailor and lives a simple life and loves rich foods. And he meets Eggsy who's either an agent or from the estates. And Harry thinks Eggsy won't like him because not only is he old but chubby, but Eggsy is completely mad for him. Chubby Harry Hart!
I absolutely enjoy reading about fandom’s typical Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who, through the magic of fan fic, are transformed from malnourished and pointy boys, respectively, into adult (action) film Adonises. Draco’s body tends to be more fluid than Harry’s: he presents on an incredibly wide spectrum from hyper-masculinized, muscle-bound Auror to slender, feminized cross-dresser—and everything in between. And amen to that. Fan fic is doing something that published gay YA, for the most part, is not: offering readers a multitude of different ways of being and “doing” queer*. What is also true, however, is that fandom’s Harry and Draco are almost always thin. I didn’t even notice this pattern until I read sdk’s absolutely-wonderful-full-of-family-feels-can’t-rec-it-enough “Save My Wonders,” about a self-shaming chubby Draco.
Below, I’ve collected some awesome fics that feature either chubby!Harry or chubby!Draco, fics that celebrate and delight in bodies of different shapes and sizes. Although several of these stories contain an element of a feederism kink and a chubby/chaser dynamic between the boys, there is no fat shaming in these fics. Certainly, the fanonical representation of Harry and Draco as thin makes sense: Harry was malnourished as a child and might conceivably always be on the smaller side and Draco’s aristocratic upbringing seems to suggest a certain obsessive body consciousness. And yet, food as a source of comfort is a thread that runs throughout the Potter series, so that it seems just as natural that fan works might explore eating as a substitute for human comfort and as a way for members of a romantic pairing to comfort each other.
Harry is denied food and love by the Dursleys, but Molly Weasley, the embodiment of motherly love, is always trying to feed Harry—to fatten him up. Chocolate is a medicinal aid, a comfort against fears induced by dementors. Hagrid, one of the most caring characters in the Potter novels, is always ready with a rock cake and an ear to listen to Harry and his friends (though, interestingly, his food is inedible). There are so many examples in the novels of food as a source of comfort or friendship, but Rowling consistently undermines this message when she depicts villains as overweight (or as having a hooked nose, but don’t get me started on that). In Harry Potter, fat is one of many physical markers coded as evil. Rowling does the same thing in her adult literature, by the way. The following fics feel like an exploration of one of Rowling’s themes—that food is love—but also a recovery project suggesting that bodies that eat are beautiful and heroic too.
On the surface, these stories aren’t very plotty—and a few of them are tagged PWP. But these writers are using the body as a screen onto which they can project many of the Potter series’ more painful subjects. The shame that Harry and Draco feel over their bodies might be interpreted as displaced guilt from the war. Their growing bodies might also symbolize their taking control of their bodies, which have otherwise been wielded as tools by adults in the war. vaysh11’s fifth year fic, “Snakefood,” in particular, uses Harry’s chubby body to examine not only Harry’s need to feel loved, comforted, and fed, but also Draco’s feelings of helplessness over his father’s role at Voldemort’s side in the war. Draco’s body is under the control of his father and Voldemort, but the sight and feel of Harry’s newly chubby body triggers a loss of control in Draco. Draco’s lustful reaction to Harry’s body is an opportunity—in fact, the only opportunity—for him to be out of control.
Yes, these stories are about bodies, about coming to terms with being fat. Harry and Draco don’t “just happen to be” overweight, but these characters do not have to lose weight to learn to feel good about their bodies. I think fan fic is still dealing with the need to push back against the idea that fat is wrong and must sexualize the fat body before it just is.
There are only a few fics on this list, so feel free to rec me back. It would be much appreciated!
“Save My Wonders” by sdk (sdkshelly)
NC-17, 21216 words
Summary: Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco's senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother's roses and... something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar... And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.
“Snakefood” by vaysh11
NC-17, 10,000 words
Summary: Harry's a bit heavier when he comes back to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays.
“Lemon Tarts” by secretsalex
NC-17, 11,500 words
Summary: Harry's jeans are getting tight. Draco loves it. Sex ensues. PWP, fluff.
[secretsalex’s response to one of her commenters is really important:]
It's sort of a touchy kink for most folks, but it works for me on a lot of levels. I *adore* explorations of "wrong" bodies that are still viewed as sexual and sexually attractive (particularly when that "wrongness" itself becomes sexualized). I think you could make the argument that the most deviant body in late capitalism is the unapologetically unthin one. Naturally, this makes it super sexy. :)
“Atrophy” by bookshop
NC-17, 4245 words
Summary: Draco's rebelling against something, but he isn't sure what. And he isn't wearing leather, although he may be eating it.
“Mon Petit Gâteau” by Reinamy's Cloud
Mature, 11,877 words
Summary: So an ex-Death Eater walks into a pastry shop…and the rest, as they say, is history. Chubby!Draco.
*I joined tumblr mainly so I could like and reblog a few posts. I wasn’t planning on making my own Harry/Draco rec lists, much less rec lists of published works. That said, I’ve read a decent amount of gay YA lit, so if that’s something people are interested in, I’d happily rec a few books on here. Otherwise, http://thegayya.tumblr.com is a really good resource. Interestingly, they just reblogged something about the underrepresentation of fat characters/wrong bodies in YA lit from http://sizeacceptanceinya.tumblr.com. It all comes full circle.
