Summary: Now that he’s back, he’s determined to be the biggest papa bear that there has ever been.
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Billy’s been learning how to cook since his mum was around. She taught him some basics about food and kitchen safety, but then she left and Billy was hauled to the dump that is Hawkins. Every now and then he conceded and cooked dinner for him and Max when they were left alone, but other than that they were left to their own devices.
After his rescue however Billy noticed how thin the people around him were looking, himself included. With Neil out of the way and a large amount of hush money coming in each month, he subconciously started making abhorrent amounts of food as a way to help him cope with the Mind Flayer business, after all he wasn’t able to focus on being possessed if he was chopping onions and boiling pasta simultaneously. But then he was looking in the mirror and could touch his ribs, feel the ridging of his scars as he breathed and found himself needing Max’s help lifting things he used to do alone.
Billy was always quite proud of his body, not afraid to show it off whenever he got the chance; and so came to the conclusion he needed to do some major bulking.
It came to his attention soon enough that Max had slimmed down a lot too, witnessing her brother being used as a homocidal puppet for an evil interdimensional cloud of dust took a lot out of her when she was watching over him recovering in the hospital, no one totally sure if he was going to pull through.
And so his evening binges on bowls of food while watching some music video on the tv became intertwined with watching Max eat her own portion in the kitchen.
Upon discovering his sister was eating the equivalent to a child’s meal for one of her main courses of the day, Billy took it into his own hands to bulk Max up too.
“Max! Come eat.” Their new house big enough to warrant his yelling for once.
He could hear the opening of her door as she walked down to the kitchen, stopping abruptly when she saw the amount of food covering the rarely used table.
“Is someone coming over?” Max asked apprehensively, hoping the answer to be yes over having to further worry over the fact that Billy’s lost his mind.
“Nope.” Shit.
“Well what is going on here cause we are never getting through all of this?”
“Maybe not,” Billy appeared at the dining table with a cloth over his shoulder and yet another plate in his hand, “but we’re gonna damn well try.”
He’s lost his mind.
Nevertheless she sat and scooped out her usual portion before being stopped by Billy almost immediately.
“More.”
“Billy-”
“More.”
It was clearly a moot point and Max huffed but relented, allowing Billy to shovel three more spoonfuls onto her plate before handing it back. Oh well, she didn’t have to eat all of it, right?
She started struggling not even half way through the food; her brother on the other hand was chowing down like a beast, metabolism like nothing the girl had ever seen before. Max went to put her fork down like she was done.
“Don’t put that down.”
“What?”
Billy lifted his head and gave Max an unimpressed look. “At least half the plate, if not more.”
“Billy I can’t just shovel down food-”
“Eat. I’ll feed you if I have to.”
Screwing her face up at the notion, Max picked up her fork and continued to eat until at least half the plate was gone.
Billy was thrilled with himself. Every night that week he had gotten Max to eat at least double what she was before and he could see the improvement; more energy, glowy skin and she fit back into her favourite pair of shorts.
And then there came Eleven. Traumatised sweet little Eleven.
Billy knew of Max’s only girl friend but never really paid her much attention until after the Starcourt ordeal. Hop was out at work and so was quite happy for Eleven to stay with Max instead of the little dickbag Wheeler who she’d broken up with for the fourth time this week, thanks to Max.
The girls had ordered a pizza for dinner and escaped to Max’s room giggling, settling down for the night just before Billy; Max reading El a comic book before bed. Only Billy found himself peckish again later in the night and left his room to see what other treats he could find in the kitchen to see him over till morning.
However upon turning on the dim kitchen light, he found a deer-in-headlights girl staring back at him with a glass of water clenched in her fist.
“Uh hi.”
“Did I wake you?” She whispered, brown bambi eyes locked to his own baby blues.
“No, my fatass stomach did.” Billy attempted to go for a joke, landing as flat as a roof.
“I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” El turned to leave the older boy in peace, staring at the square tiles on the floor when she was stopped by a hand on her arm.
“I can’t eat everything on my own.”
And so the wide eyed little bambi was coerced to the living room sofa where she spilled everything to the older boy about her love life dilemma while they simultaneously shoved cereal in their mouths.
It was the best night El had had in a long time.
As Billy started feeling drowsy, he jerked awake at a weight leaning against his right side only to find Bambi dead asleep lolling over to rest on Billy. He didn’t move an inch for the whole night, just got as comfortable as he could and drifted off with a full stomach and weird fluttery feeling in his chest.
Next on his list was Harrington.
It was no secret that Steve spent all his free time tending to the six or seven brats he’d somehow aquired from school, leaving almost no time for himself, though he’d never complain.
It was only on a particularly gruelling day when Steve had been running back and forth from Family Video, the high school, Robin’s house, the arcade and back to Family Video that Billy really saw how drained the other Bambi in his life really was. Upon dropping Max back at their house, Steve was unceremoniously pulled through the front door as well and tugged into the kitchen, pinned by a glare so strong he thought Billy might bite him if he moved.
“Max, lunch!” Billy called through to his sister, a monster of a sandwich on her plate with an apple and crisps. Her eyes widened upon seeing it but she chuckled when Billy shot her a look as if to say ‘you’re gonna eat that if its the last thing you do’.
She disappeared into her room which left Steve as the main attraction. The boy had been feeling a tinge of dizziness since he woke up and it seemed to only be getting worse the further into the day they got. He was trying to focus on a scratch on the countertop but it just kept spinning the longer he looked at it.
“Steve?”
The mentioned breathed heavily in short bursts, hands planted on the countertop as he tried to stop himself from swaying.
“Steve?”
Billy moved round until he was behind the other boy, hands out to brace Steve if he fell. Which he did, like a damn princess.
Billy managed to hoist him onto his sofa and lifted his legs up. It only took a minute or so before Steve came back round but he was not met with a happy Hargrove.
“Uhhh hi.”
“You are not leaving this couch until I say so.”
‘Until he said so’ was three days later when Steve thought he might actually have to kill Billy with his nailed bat in order to escape the Hargrove house. He felt full constantly and was barely allowed to lift a finger unless it was to spot Billy during his workouts.
“You know, I am more than capable of feeding myself, I don’t need to be your hostage any longer.” Steve brought it up on the sunny afternoon of his third day, Billy shovelling anything sweet into his mouth as they watched The A-Team together. He shrugged and lifted another handful of M&M’s.
“So leave then.”
“That is exactly what I have been trying to do for the last three days, you won’t let me!”
“Hi Munchkin.”
El waved from the kitchen before coming over into the living room.
“You hungry?” Billy asked, sitting up to be eye level with her.
El nodded.
“You want a snack?”
She nodded again.
“Here you go, take these and share them with Max okay?” Billy handed over the rest of his M&M’s and smiled at El and she scurried off again, returning his full attention back to Steve.
The blonde pulled Steve to lie back straight on the couch and climbed on top of him, the brunette definitely being able to feel the extra weight Billy had put on.
“You won’t leave Stevie, cause you like it too much. You like the coddling and the feeding and being taken of.”
Steve spluttered indignantly as his cheeks flamed red.
“It’s okay Bambi. I don’t mind-” Billy paused to lie down all the way ontop of Steve until their noses almost touched- “In fact, I like it. I like knowing you aren’t alone in that big house all day, I like seeing that you’re taking care of yourself, I like taking care of you.”
Steve’s eyes glistened with unshed tears in the afternoon sun. He sniffled before replying with a croaky “Really?”
“Mmhmm.” Billy leant that extra bit forward and rubbed their noses together. “You gonna let me?”
“Okay.”
Billy awarded Steve one of his rare genuine smiles and tilted forward to kiss the brunette, much to the chargrin of themselves when the girls came out to ask about dinner and started squealing and screaming at their disgusting brother spreading his saliva around the communal area.
It was mostly Max and El just followed along not really knowing what was going on.
Billy knew this.
Billy now had to stop kissing his Stevie to chase Max around the house and fake wrestle her to the ground.
El decided to join.
Steve was laughing the whole time instead of helping his boyfriend being pinned down by his sisters.
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“The first time Billy had taken his shirt off for the life-guard training week (which was redundant for him anyway. Seriously, a swimming pool could not be anywhere near as hard to guard as the ocean) she had laughed, coming over to poke his belly, asking if he was sure he could “keep up with the other guys” and wouldn’t just “sink to the bottom”. The other guards laughed. It hurt a little, but it reminded him too much of grade school bullying to take it seriously. Besides, everyone stopped laughing when he was the first to finish the 300 meter swim and got to sit out while the rest of them suffered through it.” From my absolute favourite fic Comfort food by the fantastic @bottombillyapologist
Ok what's everyone is opinion on chubby!Billy, chubby!steve and chubby!eddie. Which ships would there be? And who would be the feeder and who would be the feedee?
Because honestly I think billy would definitely be a feedee and steve and eddie could both be either feedees or feeders.
I wanna write some fic about it, but I don't know what ship plus I dont got my new laptop yet but I might just write it on my phone. But like give me ideas people.
Listen,,, I don’t usually interact much but I have to tell someone this and I thought you’d appreciate it.
Back a couple years ago when stranger things 3 came out I was obsessed with Billy Hargrove and I mean obsessed. I thought he looked so cool and it kickstarted a couple things for me. I started working out and growing my hair out, I started dressing more 80s (which was easy since I already kinda dressed in that style), and in the mean time I did get a lot better mentally too.
About a year ago I basically achieved my goal since I had started really skinny and my head had been shaved at the beginning. I had muscle, I had the mullet but I was oddly unsatisfied? It was around that time that I finally admitted to myself that I’m into feedism. Like. Really into it.
It was slow but. I’m up about 60lbs in the last year. I outgrew all my old jeans months ago. I bought a shirt a year or so ago that looks like the red one Billy wears and the other day I popped the middle button off. My belly fat has started to hang over my waistband a bit no matter what. My belt wore out on the loosest notch and one day the buckle just snapped off. I am undeniably chubby now if not just fat. It’s noticeable. And the most seen I’ve felt since I started gaining weight is that one fucking screen grab you edited of Billy. That’s just about my shape, but funnily enough the first time I saw it I was smaller than the first edit but. Now I’m somewhere between one and two. And the holidays are coming up
Oh, my gosh, this is literally one of the best things I’ve ever read 🥹 anon I am so so genuinely happy to hear about your journey, and I’m so proud of your self discoveries and weight gain! It thrills me that you’ve found my Billy screen edits and how you’ve attached to him like that and found yourself through him because it makes me feel not as silly myself projecting onto him!!
60lbs is no small feat, neither are natural button pops, and if I’m honest with ya your last paragraph is just so attractive, you sound so handsome 😍 I can’t wait to hear what the holidays do for you, both physically and mentally, keep me in check if you want! In the meantime, I have been toying with the idea of making another screen edit of Chubby!Billy in his red shirt, maybe this will be my inspiration to get it done 👀
