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Thinking about if Stiles got the bite, and he ends up using his more durable body and extra healing to gorge himself to his bursting point every chance he gets. Stiles getting off on the sight of how big he can get, and how tight his gut becomes. But as his weight starts rapidly increasing due to his massive ingestion, he finds that it takes more and more food to reach a point where his belly feels *tight*, and even as his weight barrels past where no human could even move he still keeps eating

Stiles as a werewolf would be house sized, no question. First it starts with the usual appetite that Scott and Derek have. Werewolves run hot. More muscles, more energy and therefore more calories. So the wolves have usually eaten like football players, ravenous and eating more than Stiles could ever, without gaining a pound. Stiles naturally thinks the same applies to him. At first, that's true. Laughs off that he can eat an entire party pizza to himself. Joins in the wolves on pack night eating sandwiches stacked up like a cartoon because there's so much filling. But then he can't leave it alone. How much COULD he eat? Can he ever eat "too much?" Stiles would eat until his gut is so stretched tight, he can't push his finger even 1/8th an inch into it. Stretchmarks forming then healing as he digests. He's not hungry - far from it- but he needs to know if he could fit more in. Just one more bite. Another gulp of soda. To see how much he can handle. And Stiles being Stiles - doesn't take long before he's jerking off to the size of his belly. And then stuffing himself to the point he can't reach around his aching, overstuffed belly. Derek has never seen a werewolf gain weight in his life and he starts watching from windows to see what the hell Stiles is doing to pack on weight like that. Totally creepy, especially now that Stiles can smell his arousal if he was paying attention, but Derek can't bring himself to look away from Stiles sitting on the couch, eating until the end of his belly brushes his knees. Stiles just thinks "It will all burn off eventually!" and that...isn't true when Stiles keeps eating like he's trying to clean out a restaurant.

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Derek is an ex-model who has gained 60lbs since his days in front of the camera. His agent convinces him to go on The Biggest Loser as both a way to get back in shape and a way to boost his notoriety.

Stiles is a staffer for the show, mostly because it’s an easy job while he’s in college and also he gets to look at chubby people eye candy (even if they’re losing weight.) (he’s also not above sneaking in snacks for the people who want a cheat meal.)

The trainer on the show is an ex-competitor of Derek’s who lost out on a lucrative job to him. He wants to see Derek fail so hard.

Between the three of them, Derek not only doesn’t lose weight…he ends up twice as fat by the end of the season reunion.

Derek is trying to get out of his contract. Signed a terrible deal with an agent when he was young and desperate and stupid. He did a few notable modeling gigs, maybe a good role in a TV show, and now he's found himself in the "desperate for any role that is more than a background character on Law & Order". He figures Biggest Loser is a win-win. Bring back more attention. Gain more weight and hope his agent willingly breaks the contract. Derek has other dreams. Writer maybe. Going back to art school. Do literally anything but be known as the "30 year old washed up model" Derek strolling on the show looking at the other contestants in pity. They're going to have a terrible year (months? nver watched the show) and Derek is going to be living his best life. Like 100% he winks at camera as he pulls a candy stash from out of his suitcase. The entire season is showing other contestants running and lifting weight and sweating and groaning and crying and then camera pins to Derek who is sweating and groaning because he has a party size pizza or two crammed into his gut. He didn't expect how easy his plan would be! The trainer who keeps forcing shakes that are CLEARLY too delicious to be healthy on him, before he gets on the treadmill so Derek is winded and exhausted, belly wobbling with each step, only 2 short minutes in. Or Stiles who is willing to get Derek whatever he wants. Brings back MORE than what Derek asks for, like he knows his appetite could handle it when pushed.

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in the cowboy au: drifter Chris gets stuck in town for a while, and find himself at Peter's bar. he ends up there every night, drinking until closing, free bar snacks being dropped off by the snarky beer bellied owner. Chris stays in town far longer than intended and he quickly gets a proper dadbod. but he doesn't stop there, all the drinks and snacks swelling him until he's got a huge gut to rival Peter's

Chris and Peter are the pair who mutually respect and hate each other, both rough around the edges, but still hookup and drink together. Never put a name on it, but spend most their nights together all the same. Chris recognizes some familiar signs in Peter. The man never turns his back to anyone. Has a watchful eye on every patron in the place. Knows who is coming and leaving through every door. Snarks and takes no shit, but is quiet and reserved otherwise. The sign of a weary, world worn man. Something Chris can relate to. Maybe it's why he keeps coming back to Peter's bar. Takes the free beers, the "kitchen mistake" snacks. Watches the other man resting his middle on the bar. Drink with several patrons, downing beers like water, his V-neck starting off the night slightly loose and ending up stretched so tight, the outline of his bellybutton is visible. It's a good look. When Peter bends down to put another plate of fried something in front of Chris-belching into his fist and grunting he's at his limit- Chris looks like he could handle more - and Peter smells like cologne and beer and musk and Chris wants. It's dinner and a show, really. The only price is trying to keep up with Peter.

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Here’s another idea: City Slicker Derek decides to move to the west and buy a ranch/work on a ranch. Stiles’s family runs a successful dairy farm and Stiles sees that Derek is struggling to figure his ahit out, so he offers to mentor Derek. Cue Derek going from city slicker to cowboy to just cow as Stiles makes sure he’s eating hearty at every meal…including an exorbitant amount of milk and cheese from his own farm.

OOH okay brace urself for more plot. The Stilinski's have already adopted every other Hale. Laura heads out there first, sick of the city, still on the run and looking for somewhere that she doesn't need to carefully watch every stranger. The ranch is the same people, Laura can spot strangers from a mile away. Stiles' band of misfits can't offer much for money. But 3 meals a day, a room of her own, company and protection? That's all Laura needs. Doesn't take long for Peter to show up. Scoffs about the state of the farm Laura has chosen to settle down in...but buys out the bar in town and it isn't long before he's fully leaned into the beer-gutted, old cowboy look. Derek is the last one to join. Laura and Peter warn Stiles he probably won't stay. Derek has been very clear that he has no intention to leave the city and his 20th floor loft for a bunch of cows. But Stiles is persuasive. Or his cooking is. Derek like the solitude of working by himself. Just him and the animals, his hands stay busy so he doesn't have time to get lost in the dark corners of his mind. Stiles also goes FULL out feeding Derek what he insists is just a regular dinner. They're cowboys! Big appetites! Peter sees the mountain of food Stiles is working on and raises an eyebrow. The full pot of baked beans, corn bread, the mountain of pulled pork and bacon and steaks. Green beans shinning with butter. Mashed potatoes. Sweet potatoes buried under a layer of marshmallows. Mac and cheese. It's a proper feast...for one. "You've never made all this for me." "Like you could fit anything else in that sloshing beer-belly." Peter just laughs and claps Derek on the shoulder as they pass in the hall. "Good luck with that one." Derek is helpless against it. Even if he has to stop, undo his buckle and the button of his jeans, and go back in for another bite. After awhile, Stiles doesn't need the excuses. The "fresh eggs are better!" "The milk is expiring!" "We use every part of the cow we can!" Derek just grunts at him to give up, he's one of the cattle now, he accepts it. So shut up, pass him that burger and glass of milk. He's seen the size of the barn - there's plenty of room for him to have a free pen, so why the moderation? Derek can handle another helping. Forget the plate, he'll eat right from the bowl. He WILL be the biggest cow in the pasture - even if means the entire farm keeps running just to keep his growing and growing appetite fed... (also it's a side note because I couldn't resist- but Derek being COCKY that he's going to win the rib eating contest at some local fair. Like doesn't even doubt it, especially when he sees his competition. He and Laura get into a typical brother-sister squabble, because she insists her girlfriend is going to win. Derek has never seen Lydia with a hair out of place, he doubts she'll be in front of everyone with a face smeared with sauce, and while she is far from slender, he doesn't think her size screams 'rib eating champion'. Turns out Lydia just dresses deceptively well to hide her size, or the weight piled everywhere to make her look well-rounded, because Derek gets his add completely handed to him. He has to drop the rib he's midway through eating because he just can't take another bite, gut so packed that he can't even reach forward to his plate, just lets the rib fall over the slope of his belly. Lydia is next to him, shirt risen up, belly hanging well over her waistband, one sauce stained hand rubbing her middle as the other one grabs for another rib. Laura is the MOST smug about it. Promises a rematch even as Lydia rolls her eyes and tells her maybe next year, she'd like to fit through the barn door still)

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YES. This is my favorite idea for how he would gain. Derek healing and learning that it's okay. Like Stiles goes to the FBI but he's just...sick of the fighting and violence. Doesn't want to deal with human monsters on top of the supernatural ones. So maybe he pivots. Forensic psychology, then goes into therapy. School councilor type. For younger kids and teens who need someone to talk to. He thinks thinks of how badly he needed someone to talk to when he was younger. About Scott. About Derek. It brings him back to Beacon Hills. Where he's surprised to find Derek is still....lurking. Has been keeping tabs on all the pack, defending the territory. Still spends most his days wandering the boundary lines. He has a small fortune between himself and Peter, and yet Derek is still living in the worst part of town in a loft with nothing but a laptop and bed. Stiles doesn't blame himself. They were in high school, he had his own issues, he couldn't help Derek with all of his, no matter how strongly he felt for the other man. But now he's stable. Better. In a position to once again hold Derek up so he doesn't drown. The easiest way is food. Derek is living the "chicken breast with salt and some raw vegetables and rice" life. No sweets or snacks. One pan in his entire apartment. He eats to say alive and that's about it. Stiles isn't having it. Slowly he pushes himself pack into Derek's life. Takes him out for coffee and tells him he HAS to order a muffin too. Starts dropping off plastic containers with meals for weeks, all labeled with how to reheat. Sometimes with puns or jokes. Anytime he comes over to Derek's loft, he brings something with him. A ridiculous sequin pillow. A fluffy blanket. A little cactus. A stress ball. Something to add color and fun back into Derek's life. It takes Derek some time to adjust. First to having a relationship with Stiles. And then to being curled in bed with him, Stiles resting against his chest, stroking a hand across his softer middle. Derek tries to suck in his stomach. Says he'll have to start going back on his morning runs. Maybe get some weight sets. Stiles asks him why. What happens if he doesn't? Derek doesn't have a good answer. It might take him months and months to think about it, but he eventually realizes that he's allowed to get soft. Stiles likes feeding him. Likes cooking for him. and Derek has been touch starved for so long, he craves the constant affection. The hands rubbing his poor overstuffed gut. The way Stiles is constantly praising him for everything he's eaten. Appreciatively running his hands across every inch of Derek, pointing out where all the new pounds have added onto it. Until finally Derek accepts that yes- he should enjoy this. Enjoy overeating. Enjoy Stiles. Get fatter. Stiles who teaches Derek that sex isn't some transactional, rough thing. Derek's past relationships have been...bad. Where he feels like just an object to be used, because that's what he's supposed to do. With Stiles? He's content to sit on Derek's ever vanishing lap, feed him gently for hours, then help him waddle into bed so they can have slow, lazy, easy sex. If Derek's too full? Stiles is happy to do all the work. 100% spoiled princess and I'm here for it. Derek giving up the tight jeans for loose sweatpants (Because they're all that seem to fit these days). Sitting on the couch, taking up enough space for 3 or 4 people. Indulging his secret sweet tooth- a full cheesecake resting on his belly. Stiles pressed against his side, rubbing his stomach and insisting that Derek has room to finish all of it.

You are keeping the fat Derek agenda alive and I hope you know you are doing god's work. He's just meant to be fat in my eyes. I have a few ideas about how he'd gain. One, from healing from his massive amount of trauma. Stiles encouraging him to slow down enjoy life be in the moment. And one of the best things to enjoy about life that Derek was depriving himself of is food. Definitely feels very guilty at first, but with stiles encouragement, he lets go. Gets seconds, and eventually thirds. Starts being softer, letting someone else take the reins. Stiles begins to take over his life but not in a bad way. He just wants Derek to worry for nothing. Fast forward cause my phone is about to die: Derek turns into a fat curvy (in my head he's a pear shape with some belly for sure) spoiled princess hehe

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You are keeping the fat Derek agenda alive and I hope you know you are doing god's work. He's just meant to be fat in my eyes. I have a few ideas about how he'd gain. One, from healing from his massive amount of trauma. Stiles encouraging him to slow down enjoy life be in the moment. And one of the best things to enjoy about life that Derek was depriving himself of is food. Definitely feels very guilty at first, but with stiles encouragement, he lets go. Gets seconds, and eventually thirds. Starts being softer, letting someone else take the reins. Stiles begins to take over his life but not in a bad way. He just wants Derek to worry for nothing. Fast forward cause my phone is about to die: Derek turns into a fat curvy (in my head he's a pear shape with some belly for sure) spoiled princess hehe

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"He feels like livestock. Waddles onto the scale at the start and end of the stay, so the alphas can brag about his sometimes double-digit gain… " I imagine Stiles in the exact same pose every time too. Arms wrapped around his gut, back arched to counterbalance how full and heavy his belly is, hearing the increased number with a groan leaving him. And every time he is weighed he can reach less of himself, thicker arms sinking deeper into his ever-growing gut, his waddling to the scale slower...

He can't keep up with Derek. Werewolf appetite. A smug, unfairly strong who who can somehow still walk around with his belly overfed and bouncing from side to side, like he isn't burdened with a few hundred pounds of extra blubber and having finished off double-digit plates at the buffet. Stiles? Less graceful. He waddles. Groans that he feels ready to pop and sits rubbing his belly, tracing the stretchmarks, as he watches Derek continue to shove food into his mouth. Stiles has the small satisfaction that he can at least see over the scale to see the numbers. (If so, so barely, another few inches to his middle and he won't be able to) Derek needs Stiles to rad off the number, and never believes Stiles when he reads out such an every large number. But at least he gets to tease Stiles that ONE of them will be immobile first- and it won't be the werewolf. So laugh away at Derek getting wedged in their bathroom - but he'll have the last laugh when Stiles needs to be carried away from the buffet table.

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Okay, what about Derek is a professional athlete who gets injured playing, so he hires Physical Therapist and Trainer Stiles to help him through recovery…except Stiles has already been hired by Derek’s team’s rivals to ruin Derek’s return so they can win the championship. Cue Stiles sabotaging Derek’s protein shakes and exercise equipment and tricking him into sitting around “resting” while he makes sure there’s a neverending supply of junk food surrounding Derek. By the time the next season starts, Derek is not only out of shape, he’s 50lbs over weight, and trained to overeat and give in to his gluttony. Those tiny shirts and shiny shorts he used to wear? Replaced my skin tight sweatpants and receding tank tops that bare more and more flabby flesh every day.

I said I wouldn't add plot- but I lied. Stiles comes highly recommended. Derek expected someone much older, not a kid who swears he's in his 20s, the same as as Derek but who looks fresh out of college. But all the same, he's worked with some respected players who vouch for him so despite some misgivings, Derek stops bitching and lets Stiles talk him through his plan. What he doesn't remember is Stiles and his best friend Scott being benchwarmers on the Beacon Hills lacrosse team. Where Derek was the star player with a bit of an ego and a tendency to treat the benchwarmers like his personal servants. So Stiles was already holding a slight grudge from 10 years ago. And then having Derek look him over and tell him "Are you qualified? Did you graduate last year?!" Gets rid of any ethical qualms he had about the physical therapist's sacred oath. If there was one. **** Now- what the rival team ACTUALLY asked him to do, was just not sign off that Derek was okay for the championship. Maybe push him a little bit too hard with his exercises, slow down the healing of his ankle...nothing to take him out of the game forever, just the championship season. Stiles...gets enthusiastic. Derek is hot, Stiles has a kink, and he expects a little more willpower and pushback. How was he supposed to know sabotaging Derek was easy as leading a hog to a trough! He expected, at multiple points, for Derek to argue with him. To bring up that the exercises are sort of easy. He's not even working up a sweat. In fact, most days Stiles has told him 5 minutes of exercise, 5 hours of taking it easy. He doesn't want to injure himself further. Or for Derek to notice that Stiles has been carbo-loading him like there's a big game the day before. Derek spends most his afternoons sleeping off his bloated, calorie filled belly, waking up to see a note from Stiles to "don't strain yourself, I left food and snacks in the fridge." Absentmindedly scratches at his still rather fully gut as he goes to see what food Stiles left for him. Doesn't even notice when his protein shakes start becoming larger in size. And then progressively more cream based. Stiles says it's a new powder he's trying. Is there a scoop of lard in it? Maybe, he'll never tell! It might also help that Stiles tells him no exercise- better just to just lay there and let Stiles ride his cock. Or spread his thighs and let Stiles eat him out until he's a groaning, whimpering mess (and Stiles cheerfully hands him a protein shake after to help him 'recover') Or the way Derek sucks cock like a champ and Stiles has to bite down the "Fuck, such a greedy damn pig" watching Derek between his legs. Also makes him sweat a bit, pants getting tight, when he watches Derek pick up a gallon of milk and gulp it down in under a minute. No gag reflex or that man really wants strong bones.....or was so thirsty he didn't notice the whole milk was swapped out for Stiles' special heavy cream mix. **** It actually shocks the rival team. Championship game, they all stop by the locker room to wish the team "good luck" and feign interest on if their star player is recovered. Said star player has a chili cheese dog in his mouth, chili dripping down the hint of a double chin, and one of those 80oz hydration bottles filled with a liquid much too thick to be water. A few inches of belly sticks out and hangs over his waistband, team jersey pulled so tight they can see the nipples of his softer pecs. "I'll be ready next season," Derek tells them, stifling a belch. Stiles does not expect to be cornered by a team of shocked players outside the locker room. "Shit, Stilinski, what did you to do him?!" "We said take him out of the game, not the rest of his career!" "Are you going to roll him on the field next season?!" Stiles has PLANS for next season, but he isn't about to admit them. "I'll have him in shape for next season, don't worry." Blubbery lard tank is kind of a shape, when you think about it.

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Thinking about Scott and Derek posturing upon Stiles who's the better provider between the two of them, their inner wolf needing the validation from the human, with them always using food as their argument for why they're the best alpha of the gang. Stiles practically going from meal to meal between the two of them as they invite him for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks inbetween, supper, and the only time he isn't stuffed and engorged to the brim is right when he wakes up in the morning. (1/2)

Unsurprisingly, having a small mountain of food shoved down his throat every day which forces him into being lazy and lethargic basically 24/7 packs the pounds onto Stiles, but despite his whining Scott and Derek simply sees it as a sign that they're "winning" and simply push more onto him, each confident that Their share of the food is the one that fattens up Stiles the most. (And if Theo is around, he is absolutely doing the same on the side, with even more fattening food to Stiles) (2/2) I love this trope. I can see it being Stiles' idea at first. He's tired of Scott and Derek constantly fighting. Feels a little slighted and pushed out of the edges of the pack to keep him safe, yet he's the first one they both turn to when help is needed. So he throws out, "Alpha's are supposed to provide for their pack, right? Why don't you just see who the better provider is, take a vote, and let them lead the pack?" He was thinking the pack as a whole. How was he supposed to know that the first thing Scott and Derek agreed on in their lives was that Stiles would be the perfect candidate?! They provide more than food. (even if it's mostly food). Stiles' apartment suddenly has a brand new, ultra comfortable couch. A massive TV. A new gaming system. New comic books. Stiles has less and less reasons to leave his house. Which gives both wolves an easier chance to fatten him up. "Scott, I already *burrrp* ate breakfast. Derek dropped by with pancakes." "But I brought Cinnabon. Your favorite!" He gets the sad, puppy dog eyes. "It's okay if you don't want them." Stiles groans and rubs his stomach. "Of course I want them." Can't let anyone think he has favorites. Even if the feeding starts getting out of control. He ends up eating double of everything, all day. Scott comes with lunch, only an hour later, so does Derek. Snacks get left around the apartment. Stiles is too full to think about food. His stomach is sticking out several inches further than usual because he's so bloated. But he still eats it anywhere, so Derek and Scott don't feel like he's favoring one over another. He expects their little contest to be over in months, but it drags on. They tart providing for him in more concerning ways...XXXL T-shirts to replace his rapidly shrinking closet. A little trash grabber, which Stiles REFUSES to use...until he's too stuffed and his gut is taking up most the space in his lap so leaning over is hard, and he finds he can reach the bag of chips that way. The Costco sized bottle of antacids because Stiles is never NOT eating. "I'm going to POP." "Good - if Derek pops you, I'll get to be Alpha!" They switch it up - Stiles spends one month with Scott, one month with Derek. He feels like livestock. Waddles onto the scale at the start and end of the stay, so the alphas can brag about his sometimes double-digit gain...

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https://www.tumblr . com/sterekchub/739892683192025088/stiles-and-derek-sign-up-for-a-year-long-cruise

Been thinking of this prompt recently; would love to hear more timeloop gainer!Derek & indulgent!Stiles

YES! I see it as something Stiles sets up but doesn't TELL Derek. Says surprise, they won a year long cruise. It takes a little bit of convincing, but in the end, Derek is indulgent of his boyfriend and goes along. What Stiles doesn't tell him is that the "one year" cruise is in some pocket of time, so although only one year will have passed, the cruise itself stretches on for several more years. Derek doesn't start off as a gainer. He is scoffing at the idea, endless buffets, junk food and booze every where he looks. He's going to the gym, he's the only person with a plate of salad at the buffet. Lectures Stiles about moderation. (Because Stiles isn't walking away without a bit of a belly and some extra pudge. He enjoys vacations! he's also there to eat....) So Stiles is grumbling that he's already gained like 10 pounds. Derek takes a decent pinch of his waistline. "This isn't ten pounds, Stiles. Try closer to thirty." But eventually Derek gives in. The sweet tooth dooms him. Free ice cream on deck? That can't hurt after a workout. Chocolate lava cake for dinner? He can have a cheat day and order two... And Stiles is a feeder gremlin who pulls out all the tricks. Rubs Derek's bloated belly before sucking his cock. Spends the night begging Derek to fuck him over and over, so they're both happily worn out and Derek sleeps through his morning run. Eventually Derek ends up spending vacation like he should- morning to evening filled with a gluttonous amount of food and enough sugary cocktails he swears his belly is sloshing with them. Stiles keeps pushing more food on him. "I'm too full, can you finish this?" "Oooh let's order a few of these dishes so I can try them!" Only to take one bite, and leave Derek breathing heavily and sweating trying to finish of almost the entire menu worth of food. It isn't surprising that he starts to quickly balloon to "needing two chairs at the buffet" size.

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Someone needs to motorboat Derek Hale, please, that would absolutely Save him.

I agree. Either way works- having a bad day? He gets to come home to the flabby boyfriend on the couch waiting for Derek to just feed him, sink his face between to sagging moobs, squeeze every fat roll for emotional support. Or Derek who goes from "I can let myself go a little" to "think I'm wedged in the arm chair" and he tries to deny how damn fat he's gotten, but Stiles able to stick his head between the melon size mounds of lard that used to be firm pecks, sort of ruins that argument. And Derek can't even argue he's "just top heavy" because Stiles is about to pull out a tape measure and find it doesn't reach around Derek's middle...by at least a foot.

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Ok, but, Peter wakes up to stiles fucking into his round gut, just getting himself off on Peter, and when the inevitable complaining starts he just points toa cold pizza next to him. Peter wants to act all dominant and in control, but honestly, the food is distracting enough.

Peter bitches about it- but somehow is eager to put himself into the same situation. Scoffs during pack night from his usual place in the shadows about their "processed snacks and dumpster pizza." But after the meeting? Peter skulks out to his own loft, well-stocked a small brewery of beer and all the junk food he could cram into his pantry. He's already a 6 pack of beers in and ripping into a box of snack cakes when Stiles shows up juggling nearly a dozen fast food bags. It becomes their regular nightly thing. Stiles stuffs Peter an inhuman amount of food, until Peter's gut is a proper beer tank and he's groaning and belching and his fingers can't quite reach the end of his belly. Some nights, he can actually fuck Stiles around his impossibly inflated middle. Most nights there's no chance. Has to rut against his own gut like an old hog, or have Stiles dive under it to suck his cock. Hard to be dominant when Peter is belching and gasping and almost begging Stiles to finally let him come. So waking up to Stiles moaning about how fucking fat Peter's been getting? Not surprising. It is surprising that Peter's overloaded stomach has room for any more food. But- early breakfast and getting to watch a hot 20 year old stroking his cock against Peter's hairy blimped belly? Peter could do a lot worse. It doesn't stop there. Peter has always been a little...intense. Stiles has always been the one who pokes at things to see what happens. So it's only a matter of time until Stiles starts seeing how much he can get away with. Goes from demanding texts or calls from Peter "My place, 20 minutes. Bring pizza." to Stiles texting him in the middle of the day - wanting to know if Peter's had enough for lunch. No? Stiles is going to have to feed him double tonight, then...

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Come back :(

YES sorry I'll admit I have been in a fat Peter mood which has been distracting me! And also - work lol. I have so many asks and when I have a good response to them I'll post!!

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Considering how horny Stiles gets from being stuffed stupid, he has probably accidentally climaxed in his seat from how engorged he is during one of Theo's stuffing sessions. A squeal like a pig erupting from him as he creams his pants, the sound getting muffled as Theo forces more food into him, forcing him to climax while feeling his belly get fuller, and fuller, and fuller. It becomes an insidious point of pride for Theo, and he want to make his piggy so full and horny that he just can't stop

Might happen once accidentally, but Stiles makes it a habit. Sneaking off to the bathroom becomes too much of a hassle. He's too full, too swollen to even reach his cock if he could, and even getting underneath the mass of his belly to undo his jeans becomes a struggle. I can see him forgoing the jeans all together. Scott gets his sweatpants with the name of the restaurant across the butt because Stiles is their Number 1 customer from size alone! Or Stiles pulls himself into jeans...and relies on his hanging lower belly to disguise the fact the button is undone and the zipper is fully down. The wolves can see Stiles at the table, eating like it's an orgasmic experience, rutting into his fatpad and lower belly, trying to pack his gut with even more food, give himself a heavier, bigger surface to get off against. It makes them realize their communal pig has reached a new level of pathetic, horny glutton. Theo takes full advantage of it. Sits next to Stiles and goads and teases him, that he's going to feed Stiles until he comes. Wants to see Stiles stuffing his face and coming in his pants like a pathetic pig, turned on by what a pile of blubber he's becoming. Grabs at Stiles gut and shakes it, asks him why he hasn't stopped yet, because look at all that damn fat, and he's still eating? Maybe they should start putting out a trough for him instead of a table. Stiles groans and flushes and eats faster in response. Or other times Theo is more cruel. Wiggles his hand under Stiles' gut until he finds his cock, and won't let Stiles come. Doesn't care how full Stiles already is - he's going to eat more. Stiles is almost begging Theo to stop. He's so horny, he needs to come. His stomach hurts, he doesn't think he can eat anymore, each forkful is so, so much food, Stiles can't even think about what he's putting into his mouth, Theo could be feeding him straight butter by that point, and yet all he can think about is getting to that one last bite. Just one more. One more. Maybe now Theo will let him get off. And Stiles is NOT subtle or quite about it when Theo edges him like that. Makes the true piggy noises- the squeal and grunting, low groan, the guttural belches or the sigh of relief...

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Mentioning "food dumpster" and Theo just makes me imagine he's the worst offender by far. Food dripping with butter and grease, super-sized the already super-sized meals, and pushing Stiles on to eat, and eat, and eat. Even when Stiles is so fat and full that he can only let out a mindless, greasy gurgle, Theo brings over more plates and crams the food into Stiles himself, desiring to see how much Stiles can handle before he passes out on the bench and having to be carried out by the wolves.

The first time, Derek/the owner gives Theo his blessing. If the 20 extra pounds and the stomach aches haven't scared him away, maybe they should try to push him out. Doesn't work. Theo steps up his extreme creations. Some of the food doesn't even taste good. Everything is cooked in bacon fat. The vegetable side dishes he swaps out for more fries. There's no amount of seasoning that will cover the taste of grease and butter in literally everything. Theo has straight up served Stiles pancakes with slabs of butter in between them. Burgers stuffed with cheese and butter and bacon. Nothing is ever a single. Triple patties, extra fries, extra sides. Desserts that are getting closer and closer to being half a cake or pie rather than a slice. It becomes a point for Theo's ego. He doesn't like to share. People or credit. So he's going to make it known of all the chefs at the restaurant - Theo is the MOST responsible for Stiles size. Wants to know that at least a hundred pounds of that stretch-mark ridden blubber is JUST from him. All the extra's he's slipping in. Gets to the point that- obviously the waitstaff notice and alert Derek, but really, if Stiles is eating it all, what can he do? Theo ignores all the warnings of "Give it up, dude. You're going to actually pop him." "Think he's sweating butter." "Fuck, have you seen him today?! What did you put in his food last week?!" And Theo doesn't take no for an answer. "Told you it was too much, he says he's too full for dessert." Not an acceptable answer for Theo. He goes over to the table with a brownie sundae- half a pan of rich, fudgy brownies smothered in almost a entire container of ice cream and swimming in a pool of hot fudge and caramel, drowning under the entire container of whipped cream. Stiles looks wrecked. The shallow breathing, his hands digging into his sides, trying to push out the gas that's bloating him up painfully. All the grease hitting his stomach hard, the kind of meal that Stiles will feel heavily in his stomach for days, have his stomach churning and gurgling and rumbling unhappily for the rest of the night. He can't possibly fit anymore. "You can't be too full." "Nnnngh." "I already made it for you, Stiles. Telling me a fat pig like you doesn't have room for dessert?" "I"m...sho...fffrrphffblt full nffff." Theo brings a huge, overloaded spoonful to his mouth anyway, smirks as Stiles opens his mouth instinctively. Pushes a hand into Stiles' gut, impressed at how taut it feels, how stretched tight. He's getting fucking fat, and Theo wants to take credit for it. Doesn't care what it takes, he's GOING to force Stiles to eat as much as he can. "See? Plenty of room in this lard dump."

[sterekchub]

(Also, sorry if I ramble too much or send too many messages! I really like being both extremely indulgent yet also now and again mean to Stiles, but I can cool it if it annoys you or anything!)

0 apologizes needed I love getting asks and there's a handful of Teen Wolf characters I adore writing about and seeing fattened up - and Stiles is for SURE the top one. Because he seems so doughy. Like the dilfs of Teen Wolf would get the big, proud beer guts. Derek's muscles softening up and giving him the muscle chub to fat ex-jock look, wide arms, wide ass and hips with a hanging belly...Lydia and Allison going from 'curvy' to just plump. But Stiles screams glutton. Stretchmarks everywhere. Fat running out of places to pile on so it starts going everywhere he looks- double chin, fat ankles, the back rolls and immense love handles...just handfuls of blubber. So literally NO need to apologize because my ask box is always open and allll fat Stiles kinkier and darker and supersized is all good with me!

[sterekchub]

Uff, just imagining Scott helping Stiles turgidly waddle into the restaurant, the only thing keeping Stiles moving being his relentless gluttony and Scott's arms lifting up his copious amount of blubber. Stiles collapsing on top of his designated seat, the seat groaning as loud as he does. The wolves watch on in barely contained arousal as Stiles massive gut and huge moobs fight for space in front of him, and they know that Stiles ain't gonna leave before he's so full his belly is *firm*

Scott starts coming with Stiles more and more often. Someone needs to drive him, because while Stiles has managed to perfect how to keep his belly from completely pressing up against the steering wheel, on his drive home? Forget it. Stiles is lucky he can reach his arms around the width of his globular gut when he's done pigging out at the wolves' restaurant. It's hard to get Stiles moving anywhere. No matter where Scott grabs, his hands just sink into more blubber. So he follows behind Stiles, hands on the massive rolls of his back, pushing him into the restaurant. He has a spot all the way in the back, so the staff can all admire the sloshing and waddling and quaking of the mass that is Stiles. His special spot is a spare bench seat of a booth, with a table several feet in front, leaving Stiles room to get in without being wedged. Stiles isn't there for a meal. He's there to be a spectacle. Has his hands resting on the shelf of his stomach as he orders, doesn't even need the menu at this point. By then, he's gotten to the status of 'food dumpster'. Whatever Scott orders for him, whatever Derek or Peter or Isaac or the other wolves want for him? Stiles gets. (Theo or Derek have made a point of proving how beyond ruined Stiles is by making him off menu items. The mac and cheese practically glistening from the amount of butter they threw in. The mashed potatoes so saturated with cheese and cream, they hardly counted as potatoes.) "I'm really wheeze hungry today...gonna have one of huff everything. Scotty thinks I can handle it."