#teen wolf weight gain

[bellybounce]

Day 4 - "Marshmallows"

Sterek unintentional weight gain!

This is day 4 of @fatguarddog's feedist kinktober. I find it quite hard to stick to timelines with these things so just moving through the prompt list at my own pace!

Comments appreciated and prompts welcome in my DMs

Prompt; Marshmallows

Stiles let out a groan of frustration, pushing his hands into his fleshy stomach and sucking in so that he could actually see the red flashing numbers that had been half blocked by his middle. Really, the fact that he had ballooned that much should have been an indicator of how much he had gained, and yet when the scales finally settled on a mocking 263 pounds, his mouth dropped in shock. 

He pinched at his flabby belly, the pale flesh sticking out in front of him like he was 6 months pregnant, bloated even when he’d not even eaten breakfast yet. If that wasn’t bad enough, his belly had taken the form of a B, sinking in deep at his belly button before protruding back outwards even further than his top half and had begun to sag over his underwear, half covering his crotch. He stepped backwards off the scale, watching as his belly wobbled and moved independently to him.  As he walked towards the bedroom he was all too aware of the fact that his thighs had backed on the pounds too, and were now rubbing so much that he had developed a slight waddle to accommodate it. 

In the bedroom he forgo his jeans - they had been a nightmare to pull off the night before, an event which had led to this spontaneous weigh in - and stuffed himself into sweatpants that he chose to ignore were also feeling a bit tight around the waist. He had no substitutes, however, for his t-shirts and had to settle for a very hugging white one that cupped his fatty chest and clung to every roll around his middle. He tried his best to pull the sweatpants as high as they world go in order to roll the shirt into it but the second he moved he felt it inch upwards and expose a sliver of pale flesh, 

Stiles studied himself in the mirror. Every single calorie he had stuffed into his face was evident on his body. He turned sideways, smoothing his shirt down and cupping his stomach in both hands as if it were a baby bump, and marvelled at how massive he actually was. As if reading his thoughts, two muscular arms appeared and wrapped themselves around him, resting over his own. 

“Boy or girl?” Derek teased, his hands rubbing up and down Stiles’ belly soothingly.   

“Fuck off,” Stiles groaned burying his head in his hands whilst Derek held his belly. “I’ve gotten fat, Derek.” 

Derek hummed in agreement, moving his hands to the overhang of his stomach and holding the girthy weight of it in his hands, Stiles signed in relief as the weight was no longer dragging him down. His back had started aching a lot these past few months as his weight creeped up and Derek had figured out on his own that holding Stiles’ stomach eased the pressure. It was embarrassing but it also made Stiles feel loved. 

“You’re not disagreeing,” Stiles mumbled into his hands. 

Derek let go of Stiles’ stomach causing him to puff out a breath as it dropped down unexpectedly. Derek turned him in his arm, wrapping them around his shoulders and pulling him flush against him, Stiles’ boulder of a stomach pushing against Derek’s lean abdomen. “l’m not going to lie to you,” Derek ran his hands soothingly up and down his back, “you know you’ve gained some weight, what does me telling you otherwise do?” 

“I’m all ugly and gross and jiggly,” Stiles muttered, trying to crowd more into Derek’s space but being stopped by his belly. “I’ve gained over 100 lbs since High School.” 

“You’re my mate, Stiles, I’ll love you wherever you’re 100 pounds or 500 pounds,” Derek told him, pulling him closer and placing a kiss on his hairline. “But, I want you to be happy, so if you feel you need to lose some weight then that’s what we’ll do.”

Stiles lasted 3 days of sadly poking at salad leaves and grilled chicken, dreaming of smokey bacon burgers and a late night taco bell drive through visit and breaking out the Hale family recipe book to make those chewy peanut butter cookies before he was struck by an amazing idea. Four hours later he came through the door with a whirlwind of bags that he dumped in the kitchen before finding Derek in the living room. 

“You’ve been gone a while,” he stated, opening his arm, welcoming Stiles into a hug. Stiles didn’t hesitate and dropped down onto the space, the couch groaning with the sudden added weight matching Stiles’ groan as he belly slapped against his thighs. Instinctively, Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles’ middle, his hand resting on the swollen ball. Stiles watched Derek’s hand absentmindedly rubbing circles into Stiles’ tight skin and felt a shot of excitement and warm up his spine. He wasn’t that big, was he? Maybe he was fine as he was? He had upgraded his clothes, going two sizes bigger - “They need to be bigger Derek! How do you expect me to work out in such tight clothes, I need to be comfortable!” - and now he didn’t look as big. Maybe it was the clothes fault! This train of thought was combated by the sight of his belly bulging out onto his thighs; it was that big. 

“I’ve had an idea,” Stiles told Derek firmly. “Marshmallows!” 

“Marshmallows?” Derek repeated, sounded confused. 

“Marshmallows,” Stiles nodded in confirmation. “They basically have zero calories, Derek. That way I can still have a sweet treat whilst not eating anything fatty. I’ll be much more motivated to lose weight if I can still eat things that aren’t classed as rabbit food.”

And maybe this plan wouldn’t have been too bad of an idea if Stiles had simply stuck to a bag of marshmallows every now and then. Instead, however, he seemed to have added marshmallows to every meal, dosaging himself with far more sugar than he had consumed when he wasn’t on a diet . Marshmallow cereal for breakfast in the morning - “It’s fine Derek, it says it contains fibre” -, Marshmallow fluff slathered onto half a dozen pieces of toast for lunch - “Marshmallows hardly have any calories, Derek, so really it’s only a couple hundred calories for the bread” - an Thanksgiving style Sweet Potato casserole topped with a bag of marshmallows every evening to pair with his chicken. As if that wasn’t enough, he would constantly be snacking on candy bars filled with the sticky filling, would keep bags of them in his desk drawer to eat as he worked, and would make himself trays full of s’mores for a midnight snack. 

Any concerns raised about the validity of this “diet” was met with a scoff. “I googled it - there’s on average 23 calories in a marshmallow. I could eat 100 a day and only just hit my intake requirements,” he proudly told Scott after their monthly pack meeting, conveniently ignoring that a) he ate at least 100 with his dinner last night and b) the graham crackers he had slapped them between held significant calories in their own right. 

6 weeks into this new diet and Stiles seemed to be ballooning by the day. Derek was very well versed in every inch of Stiles’ body and could tell that the skin was becoming more taunt, that there was more to grab hold of at night, that his face was looking more puffy as the weeks moved on. Stiles, however, seemed none the wiser, completely ignoring that he wasn’t having to pull the drawstrings on his sweats as far anymore. Instead, he stood in front of their bathroom mirror shirtless, admiring himself from different angles.

“I think it’s starting to work, you know,” he declared, holding his belly in his hands and jiggling it. Derek watched on in amusement, having witnessed this dance many times, each time Stiles having an excuse as to why it definitely wasn’t working. 

“Okay, so i’m a bit bloated at the moment, but i’ve only just eaten,” - he’d had a cookie pizza that had pepperoni shaped marshmallows on top for dessert - “but my pants still fit as good as the day i bought them!” - the pants no longer needed their drawstring to fit snugly, and had also “absolutely, definitely been shrunk in last weekend's wash.” 

“You look good, babe,” Derek nodded along, getting ready for bed. “You coming?” 

“Yeah, yeah, let me just get a few chocolate bars in case we get snacky,” Stiles retreated downstairs only to return 5 minutes later, puffing as he walked, the stairs taking their toll on him as he reached the top and made his way into the bedroom, his waddle becoming more prominent. He threw himself on the bed with a huff, the mattress bouncing under him and he hurried under the covers. 

“You alright?” Derek asked, his hearing picking up on the fast heartbeat in his chest. 

“Yeah, yeah, man,” he waved him off, resting his arms either side of him above the covers, pulling the sheets tight against his swollen middle. “Just tired, nothing to worry about.” 

 The rest of the pack had voiced their concerns to him about this diet, how it clearly wasn’t working and that Stiles was packing on more weight now than he ever had whilst passively gaining. Derek simply shrugged and stayed silent. Stiles was happy, he was confident and he was still as attractive to Derek as he was their first night together, what he chose to do with his body wasn’t Derek’s business. He enjoyed exploding Stiles’ body when they were in bed together, what did it matter if there was more of it to hold? All his previous relationships had been filled with sharp bones and cold bodies but with Stiles, Derek found comfort in the heavy weight resting on his chest as he slept, the warmth of his skin melting into Derek. 

It took another month for all of this to come to a head. Stiles had continued to pack on the pounds as the days went on until, finally 10 weeks after the start of the infamous diet, Derek watched in amusement as he tried to pull himself out of bed after a particularly large midnight stuffing . 

“Ughhhh!” Stiles puffed, having to rock himself a few times to get enough momentum to roll onto his side and drop his legs to the floor. He wrapped one arm around his stomach, that was still bloated and stuffed from last night, to hold it in place before his other arm held his weight, pushing him upwards. His arm shook underneath his frame before giving in and he collapsed backwards onto the bed. 

Derek stifled a laugh and came to stand over him. Flat on his back, his mountain of a stomach swelled like a beach ball over him, pinning him to the bed. He held out both arms to Derek who pulled him to his feet effortlessly with his supernatural strength. 

Once on his feet, Stiles looked down at his stomach in thought. “Maybe I should weigh myself, just to make sure i’m on track,” he sounded unsure so Derek nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. Derek could have gone first, but this allowed him to enjoy the view as Stiles waddled, his legs further apart than 3 months ago. His back was bowed slightly, pushing his stomach out further as it led the way, the bottom flabby apron section swinging as he moved. 

Standing in front of the scales, Stiles took a deep breath before mounting the device, the plastic creaking underneath his pudgy toes. Derek could see the cloud that Stiles had been living in these past few months fading away, could see in his face how he could no longer convince himself that this diet was a good idea.  “You’re going to have to look,”Stiles mumbled, “I'm too big.” 

Derek stepped around Stiles and glanced down, excitement burning through his throat as he smiled slightly, “306.” 

“WHAT!” Stiles head shot up, his eyes filled with panic, “I’ve gained almost 50 pounds!” He stepped back from the scale, sitting himself on the edge of the bathtub, staring down at his massive girth. It seemed as if most of the 50 had gone to his magnificent belly, inflating it to the point where it covered nearly half of his thighs.

Sensing it was now or never, Derek took to his knees in front of Stiles, spreading his legs apart so he could crowd into his space. He grabbed the pale skin between his hands and pressed his lips to the belly. He could feel the warmth of the tight skin against his mouth, and could hear the light gurglings below the surface. 

He began peppering kisses along the flesh, punctuating his words with his lips. “Stiles you’re the most” kiss “handsome” kiss “loving” kiss “beautiful” kiss “mate I could ask for.” His fingers digged into the pudge, his thumb rubbing smooth circles into the tender flesh. He nuzzled it with his nose, feeling Stiles’ hand find his hair and begin playing with the strands. 

“Derek,” Stiles began but Derek shushed him, pulling back to look him in the eyes. He pushed himself up against Stiles' middle, feeling it squish between them. 

 “No, just listen,” Derek insisted. Whilst his eyes looked at Stiles, his hands stayed on his stomach. “You were so small when we first met, every time there was a new threat I was convinced you were going to snap in two. You were always so cold to touch and never relaxed. Now, you feel safe, you feel warm, I can feel you next to me in my sleep, I know you’re there. You’re my mate, Stiles, and I want you to be safe and happy and secure.” 

“I don’t want you to leave me,” Stiles mumbled, pulling Derek into his chest, hands still wrapped in his hair. 

“Stiles, be honest - are you losing weight for yourself, or for me?” Derek asked. 

Stiles was silent for a beat, his chest rising and falling against Derek’s head before he nodded. “I look at all the other people you’ve dated, and I look at you and I wonder what must people think when they see us together? And then I get sad and end up eating my feelings which starts the cycle all over again. It’s nice, not caring about whether an extra slice of pizza is going to tip me over the edge and add another pound, but it’s even nicer coming home to you every night.” 

Derek stood, pulling Stiles up with him before sitting in his place. He tugged Stiles forward, allowing him to straddle his lap, immediately feeling secure feeling the weight of him pressing on his legs. 

“You’re happy and you’re safe. I need to feel like my mate is safe and protected, and you are. That’s all that matters to me.” With Stiles’ arms around his neck securing him in place, he let go of his waist to  hold his stomach again. It had invaded the space, pushing against Derek but being so large that it didn’t even allow Stiles and himself to be face to face. “You’re so attractive to me.” 

“You into this, sourwolf?” Stiles grinned, wiggling so that his belly jiggled in Defek’s hold. Always one to lighten the mood when things got a bit too serious, Stiles threw his head back in an exaggerated sigh before declaring “well I suppose I can put my diet on hold if it means you can get off easily.” Derek rolled his eyes but grinned all the same, leaving forward to plant a kiss on Stiles’ puffy cheek. “If I had known you were this kinky I would have hit the 300 pound mark months ago!” 

“Stiles,” Derek warned.

“I know, I know,” Stiles mumbled, resting a hand on Derek’s chest, tracing his finger up and down. “I don’t mind being bigger, like you said, I feel more sturdy and myself, more confident. If you’re okay with it then so am I.”

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,”Stiles waggled his eyebrows at Derek. “Now, you kinky bastard, how about we go explore all 300 pounds of me?” 

This is also on Ao3 if you could go show it some love over there! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51231895

[mechawolfie]

things I drew while waiting in the doctor's office

2 new sonas (badger bc my new haircut & wolf bc. well I wanted another wolf sona <3) plus doug. I don't think anyone here knows doug.. I have a few old pics of him on my old art account but i dont think I ever showed him on this one....

[cherrychilli]

18+

AFAB reader, established relationship, breeding kink, Steve and reader are trying for a baby, talks of ovulation and pregnancy, P in V sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, slight lactation kink implication.

A/N: I am ovulating right now and my mind is just 🐔🍆🐔🍆🐔🍆 I can't even begin to explain how badly the egg drop is affecting me. I don't even want kids but look at what my heat brain has concocted on this day. I'm in desperate need of some dick !@#$%^&*(

Robin takes one look at you when you enter Family Video that lazy afternoon, bell chiming above you as you swing the door open and she just knows. You're given away by your strappy yellow sundress fluttering high around your thighs, your cleavage a little fuller now and amplified by the tight bodice, your glossy lips and the sweet perfume you only wear on special occasions blooming softly around you.

Your eyes keep searching past her despite stopping at the counter to ask her how she was, nodding along a few seconds too long to confirm to her that you weren't really listening. "He's in the back", she shakes you gently by the shoulders to gain your attention. Her eyes are soft and her lips curve into an amused smile when she says it, showing you that she isn't offended by how distracted you are. "Thanks" you smile wide and apologetic before making your way to the back of the store. When you're out of sight she pulls out her cassette player with a sigh, popping in a tape and flooding her ears with the sounds of Blondie in the hopes of drowning out anything she'd much rather not hear.

Steve's seated in the little room where the tapes are wound back, chin propped in his hand, a blank stare set on the staticky little TV until Teen Wolf is ready to be ejected from the player and slipped back into its cover. He turns lazily towards the door when it opens, expecting Robin with a fresh stack of returned tapes to be rewound. He perks up when he finds you there instead in your dress, the look in your eyes a little wild.

You step inside, slamming the door shut behind you which causes him to jolt, tossing your bag to the side. Steve watches it thump against the wall and land underneath a fading poster of The Godfather, the top left corner coming loose from the sudden impact and curling over Marlon Brando's intimidating glower. Steve's about to question you when you pounce on the poor unsuspecting boy, yet to get a single word out. "Missed you" you whine against his lips between kisses, straddling his lap, grabbing fistfuls of that stupid green vest he had to wear at work and pulling his chest flush against yours. Steve's eyes are wide, hands flying to your back to balance you on his lap and keep the both of you steady in his chair as it creaks underneath your combined weight.

"Baby, baby-" he tries but it's nearly impossible to break away from you and the way you're grabbing at him like he might dissipate at any moment. He manages to get ahold on your shoulders, pulling you away from the rosy hickey you were in the middle of sucking onto his neck. "Babe, what's gotten into you?", he manages to sputter out, hair a complete mess from your fingers tugging at it but all it does is make him look even more enticing to you. Disheveled. Wide eyed. Chest heaving. Lips pink and kiss bitten.

"I need you", you nearly sob, the declaration tinting his cheeks with a light blush. "I'm so horny - I need you right now" you push through, returning to mouthing at his neck when he relinquishes his hold on your shoulders, hands slipping down to your waist. "Don't get me wrong" he strains with a weak laugh as your teeth nip between his neck and shoulder. "It's just that this is all so uh- sudden", he reasons, stunned by your intense reaction, and then with a creeping sense of realization, "The last time you were like this you-"

"I'm ovulating", you finished for him quick and blunt, rubbing his bulge over his jeans and shivering when he groaned in response. You had forgotten about it yourself with how busy the two of you had been with moving into your new shared apartment. The moment you had begun to suspect it this morning you'd ripped through boxes that were yet to be unpacked, pulling out the calendar to see today's date circled several times over in red. "Shit, are you sure?", his eyes lit up and his lips stretched into the brightest smile, knowing what this meant.

You rest your forehead against Steve's shoulder, breathing in his scent like you hadn't spent the morning burying your nose in one of his shirt's, filling your lungs with his woodsy musk while you ground your core against your pillow. "Yes, Steve- I wanna start trying", you mewl, face scrunching up a moment later. "Oh god, it fucking hurts", you whimper through another dull cramp deep in your belly, one of several that had been troubling you all day. Steve notices and places a wide palm over your stomach to soothe you, looking mostly sympathetic but there's something else behind his eyes too because the sounds you're letting out are making his jeans feel tighter. He returns your gaze when you place your hand over his, squeezing it as you spoke. "Pleasepleaseplease, Stevie- need your cock- need you to fuck me", you beg, eyes all teary. "Need you to make it feel better."

The move into your new apartment had shifted his attention as much as it had yours, the both of you agreeing to postpone your plans to start trying for a baby until you had finished settling in. He'd waited patiently for you to tell him when you were ready again, both of you too preoccupied by all the packing and dealing with your landlord to realize that the third phase of your cycle was nearing. And now, with you here, aching for him in his lap, his mind goes fuzzy with unbridled elation.

You gasp when he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you onto the table where all the rewound tapes were stacked. Your hip bumps the stack and it teeters before Steve shoves the tilting tapes off the table completely to make room for the two of you. "Sounds serious" he husks at you playfully but the heady look he's giving you tells you that he's hardly taking this lightly. He pulls at the front of your dress, straps slipping down your shoulders, letting your bare tits spill out.

He squeezes one, warm and soft in his hand, nipple stiffening against his rough palm. "Sore?", he catches the way your brows pinch together. "A little", you admit but his gentle kneading is easing that minor ache. "You're gonna have to deal with a lot more of that you know", he tutted, pinching your nipple gently between his index finger and thumb. "Shit, baby they're perfect already and they're going to get bigger... and full", he recalls, voice low and smoky. "Wanna see them leak". He murmurs the second part, probably unaware that he's said it out loud at all but you manage to catch it.

You whine, goosebumps washing over your skin at how easily he says it- how amorous he makes the perfectly natural bodily change sound. As quickly as he put the thought into your head, you're pulling his free hand off your hip and placing it on your other breast because you can't stand not having him touch you there too, sighing with relief with he squeezes it. "Gonna take good care of you when they're all heavy and you're too sore". You throw your head back and cry out when he dips down to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, rolling the other between his fingers. "Oh god, Steve..." another wave of heat washes over you as buck your core against him, denim rubbing against your swollen clit.

His careful squeezes and attentive tongue feels like warm honey on your skin, the ache between your legs unbearable when he pulls away from sucking on your puffy nipples. "You sure? right here? in this room?", he knows it's a little ridiculous to double check now but even in the midst of the sexually charged haze he knows it isn't exactly the most romantic or ideal setting. Not at all where either of you had imagined you'd start trying. You don't bother looking around because the room hadn't mattered to you in the least. Grey and stuffy, made even smaller by all the tapes crowding it. It's lit poorly too, by a single overhead light that flickered on occasion and the little TV paused on Michael J. Fox behind the wheel during Surfin' USA. It wasn't the room that had mattered to you. Only the boy in it. "Yes, I want it right here", you make yourself clear with unwavering eye contact and a tone that told him that you were more than certain. You hooked a finger into the opening of his collar and tugged him closer, "and then again in your car and again when we're home and again after that...",you listed sultrily, your body screaming for release.

You successfully plucked at the remaining sliver of his self control, feeling the deep groan he lets out rumble beneath the hand you have pressed against his chest. He shakes his head with a weak chuckle, chestnut tresses hanging over his eyes. "Can't stop myself when you talk like that", he warns lightly, meaning it. "I don't want you to stop", you retort, meaning it just as much. With that he pulls your dress up over your hips and his jaw falls slack, "fuck, angel...". Any other time you might have felt embarrassed or even a little self conscious but not this time. You'd purposely stuffed your panties into your little shoulder bag before you arrived at Family Video just so you could show him how wet you were for him. How the thought of him fucking you full had made you drip down your thighs. "Steve", you're faintly aware of how hard you're clutching at his vest when he swipes two fingers through your sticky folds, intentionally brushing your clit to hear you keen, your nails threatening to pull the green stitching loose.

There's no more second guessing now. He pops his wet fingers into his mouth, coating his tongue with the taste of you before he works his belt off and lowers his jeans and boxers to pull his cock out, flushed red and leaking. You gulp when you see it, swallowing down the spit that had collected in your mouth because you've started to salivate. You widen your slick thighs for him as he lines up the fat tip with your hole, pushing inside with less resistance than usual with how wet you are but the stretch is still the same, your eyes rolling back because he's so big.

Finally

Steve clenches his jaw, temple dewing with sweat while staving off another groan. You're much warmer than usual. Add that to how soaked you are and the way you're tightening around him, practically sucking him in, he knows he wont be able to handle this for very long. "Fuck, not going to last too long- you're just so-"

"Me neither", you cut him off with a breathless cry, sounding just as wrecked, feeling like you've been close to the edge for a while now. Steve carefully lays you against on the table, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he reaches deeper inside you at this angle. "Steve, you’re so- fuc- oh", you babble when the lewd wet sounds of skin slapping against skin begin to echo inside the room. Your tits bounce with every thrust, the dull ache there forgotten with how he's pumping inside you, his tip bumping your cervix over and over. "Stevie, Stevie, oh fuck- I can feel you here", you place your palm a few inches below your bellybutton and he does the same, snaking his fingers underneath yours to feel the the unmistakable bulge of his cock. "Oh god, there's no way it wont stick like this- gonna get you pregnant, baby I promise- gonna fuck you so so full".

"Yes, p-please Steve put a baby in me", you whimper.

"Again", he pleads hoarsely, your words causing him to thrust harder. "say that for me again, sweet girl".

You choke on a moan, the pressure inside you building. "I want to have your baby, Steve- please"

He loved to hear you say it. Needed to hear you say it. Needed to know how badly you wanted it. "You're gonna look so pretty pregnant", he kisses your ankle, watching your cream ring around his cock as he plunges into you. "Can't wait until that bump starts to show- wanna see you all full of me"", he grunts, his thumb brushing over your clit in short, messy circles rubbing into the electric bundle until you scream. You don't care if Robin happens to hear. You can always apologize later. You don't care that all the tapes are in complete disarray on the floor. You can shove them off to a corner and pick them up some other time before Keith has a chance of finding out. And you don't care that your baby might be conceived in this little room because it means that you and Steve will finally be starting that family you've been hoping for.

You're right on the edge, a familiar tightness you'd been seeking all day growing more taut inside you, ready to snap. "I'mgonnacumi'mgonnacumi'mgonna-", your back arches as your orgasm shoots up your spine and washes over you with a surge of heat, your vision going white behind your eyelids. The moan you let out is nothing short of filthy and watching you come undone beneath him like that triggers Steve's own release. "Jesus, fu-" is all the warning he can manage to let out before he's spilling into you, your pussy pulsing sporadically with the aftershocks of your orgasm, milking his cock. Spurts of Steve's hot cum flood your channel and you sigh out at the feeling, chest heaving as the both of you recover.

Your eyes flutter open when he carefully lowers your legs off his shoulders before pulling out of you. You hiss, sensitive and sore but you already miss the stretch of his cock, wanting him back inside you again.

Steve tucks himself in his jeans, leaning over your spent frame to kiss you fondly. "So...", he cocks an eyebrow up suggestively, reaching into his front pocket to fish out his car keys and jangles them playfully in front of your face.

"One round down, three more to go, right?"

[sterekchub]

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Sterek Mutual Gaining Gluttony Demon Feeder to Feedee

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Feeder!Stiles & Fat Derek:  Grease & Gains Favorite Customer Pear Shaped Your Highness  Feeder For Hire Fast Food Addict Sabotage  Cafe Claudia: Derek develops quite the taste for Stiles’s baked goods. WIP with @chubby-derek-and-friends A Hefty Hale (9 different prompts) Eat More Than you Can Carry Biggest Cow in the Barn Barnyard Ready 

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Good Enough

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57918877 by Perhappenstanceler What I imagine happening if Stiles walked in on Derek cheating on him and Peter was the first person he saw to confide in. Inspired by Robomantic‘s “Tuck me In” series, Stuffingstilinski’s “ I Need Somebody Crazy Enough to tell me ‘I will Love You...,’” and kinda the second Sam arc in “New Girl” Words: 4206, Chapters: 2/10, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Jackson Whittemore, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Cora Hale Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate Additional Tags: Love Triangles, Stiles Stilinski Needs a Hug, Betrayal, Cheating, Weight Gain, Switching, First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, Praise Kink, Chubby Stiles Stilinski, Intervention, Idek who he ends up with yet, Coming Out, Communication, Lack of Communication, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Kinda, Jealous Derek Hale, Enabler Peter Hale, Good Peter Hale, Top Peter Hale, Top Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale, Bottom Peter Hale, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Spiraling, Anxiety, Depression, dw it’s definitely not as sad as it sounds, idk I just be writing ts Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57918877

[sterek-ao3feed]

relief

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59171599

by Anonymous

The first time Isaac wets the bed, tucked between Stiles and Derek, he cries and trembles, terrified that Stiles will lash out at him, that Derek will abandon him, that he’ll be forced on his hands and knees to scrub every fiber until it’s clean.

Or,

Isaac is Stiles and Derek's baby.

Words: 3717, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of breaking down taboos

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Derek Hale/Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Isaac Lahey

Additional Tags: Infantilism, Diapers, Scat, scat eating, Bestiality, Past Child Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Dom Stiles Stilinski, Dom Derek Hale, Bottom Isaac Lahey, isaac lahey has a tiny cock, Isaac Lahey Feels, Feeding, Feeder Stiles Stilinski, Eating Disorders, Weight Gain, Bed-Wetting, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Age Regression/De-Aging, Caregiver Kink, Subspace

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59171599

[accadress]

‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Me!

hiii i'm Sam, i'm 17 and i'm obviously 4n0rexic so if thats a trigger for you please don't report, just block and move on. my interests consist of most early 2000's paranormal shows, think buffy, twilight, teen wolf, supernatural. also i'm back to this account after being inactive for a long while because i was forced into recovery, gained back most of the weight and at one point plus some, but who'd of thought that forcing someone to get better doesn't actually help!

My stats!

Height - 5'7"/171cm

SW - 121 lbs/55 kgs

CW - 108 lbs/ 49kgs

GW1 - 110 lbs/ 50 kgs

GW2 - 105 lbs/ 48 kgs

UGW - 98 lbs/ 45ish kgs

[lethimrunsonia]

hi introducing you to the idea of bev, patty, and transfem ben watching movies and passing around a bottle of wine i've had in my head for a few days <3

A GIRLS NIGHT????????

Are they besties??? Are they DATING???

Watch me turn everything poly lmao

But poly losers: girl edition is basically my whole life

What's the movie lineup?? I'm thinking classics: Mean Girls, House Bunny, and what the one about little girl scouts in Beverly hills?

TROOP BEVERLY HILLS (1989)

They talk and joke about what they dressed like as teenagers:

Bev: 90's alt girl meets tomboy

Patty: oh look a horse girl in a wolf shirt and riding pants

Ben: new kids on the block shirt and pants that are too big with a belt so her mom didn't have to buy her new pants if she gained more weight or had a growth spurt.

They pass rosè (a good compromise to Bev's love of reds and Patty's love of whites) around and Ben says: "I wish I had dressed more like that"

-points at rich cute teens in beverly hills movie-

Cue look between Bev and Patty. Thank God they are at fashion designer Bev's apartment because the demon like smile that takes over both their faces required a montage.

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Carved Turkey

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51796390 by Aetherial_Book_God When Stiles invited Derek over for Thanksgiving, he wasn't sure how to feel. Stiles was confident he could get through the night without his crush invading his thoughts, but when his dad has to work late due to a new murder in town, Stiles isn't sure if he can control his hidden urges around the werewolf. Stiles really wasn't expecting that Derek felt the same way and also had hidden urges of his own. Maybe he should invite the werewolf over next year? Words: 1673, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Tumblr: sterekfests, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age, Derek Hale Has a Crush on Stiles Stilinski, Weight Gain, Button Popping, Clothing malfunction, Force-Feeding, Hand Feeding, Light Bondage, Holiday Weight Gain, Thanksgiving weight gain, One-Shot read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51796390

[ao3usermelancholyhues]

original niche kink november post here.

been meaning to do this for yeeeeeeuuuurs ever since i saw the original post (i think it's from 2018) so i'm keeping a list here of the ones i want to write so i can give it a go. i will be skipping some of the days as it's either a squick for me or i just don't think i could do it justice. some of the days feature fics i already published years ago and i just didn’t feel like writing something else of the topic.

i'll update this as i complete them, this is just a little personal challenge across whatever fandom takes my fancy whenever i feel like writing them, rather than trying to do them for november. <3

1. body mod - focus on the pain (the needle tears a hole) [all time low/the maine, callakarth]

2. chubby kink / weight gain / feeding - you fat fuck [all time low, jalex]

4. desperation - got somewhere to be [all time low, flykarth]

5. sharing - TO BE WRITTEN [all time low, gangbang centred on alex]

6. enema - TO BE WRITTEN [no ideas as yet]

8. fisting - your whole hand [all time low, flyco]

9. con-non-con - TO BE WRITTEN [no ideas as yet]

11. chastity - TO BE WRITTEN [cobra starship/panic! at the disco, gabe saporta/ryan ross]

13. lactation - TO BE WRITTEN [stranger things, harringrove]

14. scent - TO BE WRITTEN [all time low/kids in glass houses, alex gaskarth aled phillips... but also considering making it josh franceschi/aled phillips instead]

15. dacryphilia - dirty with harmony [all time low/grayscale, alex gaskarth/collin walsh]

17. tickling - TO BE WRITTEN [no ideas as yet]

18. hair removal - if i just shave you, then you could shave me too [all time low, jalex] - CONSIDERING A SEQUEL TO THIS BASED AROUND WAXING

22. uniforms - TO BE WRITTEN [teen wolf, sciles]

23. genital torture - TO BE WRITTEN [combine with day 11?]

28. somnophilia - grind me down (i'm not myself) [teen wolf, sciles]

[sterekchub]

Haven’t done this recently BUT as I am always open to prompts or ideas or just message me if you want to talk fat Teen wolf…. 😄

Fav characters to feed or be fed:

Derek, Stiles, the Sheriff, Scott, Lydia, Chris, Allison. (But tbh all the teen wolf characters could use a few extra pounds…) and I’m definitely pretty loose on pairings. Sterek is my favorite but…poly!or threesomes or a few people fattening up 1…totally good me.

I love writing:

Extreme weight gain, ABO, immobility, slob, preg, force-feeding…most kinks tbh.

I don’t write:

Popping, inflation, vore

Also some stories are explicit so- follow me and ready at your own risk 😇

[ultram0th]

It took Derek a while to realize that Stiles had spiked his morning coffee with a daddification potion.

[sterek-ao3feed]

Pumpkin Spice

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60752557

by Aetherial_Book_God

Stiles loves the fall season. With the trees changing colors and the weather getting cooler, he can't help but enjoy this time of year. However, the true reason he adores fall is the abundance of pumpkin spice products everywhere. From coffee to sweets, Stiles can't help but treat himself to his favorite ice cream, even if he tends to indulge a bit too much. Fortunately, it seems that his expanding waistline is attracting a certain sourwolf that he has been pining over for years.

Words: 3019, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Male Weight Gain, Weight Gain, Weight Issues, Belly Bulge, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Teasing, Hand Feeding, Force-Feeding, Button Popping, Clothing Malfuction, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Protective Derek Hale, Derek Hale is a Softie, Human Derek Hale, Feeder Derek Hale, Chubby Stiles Stilinski, Feedee Stiles Stillinski, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - College/University, College Student Derek Hale, Jock Derek Hale, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Getting Together, First Kiss, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60752557

[naivemlnd]

Fat Weight Loss Camp

Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

This story includes: Fat Camp, Weight again, Failed Diets, Camp Counselor Derek, Chubby Stiles

Ok this idea is 100% inspired by @achubbydumpling and their amazing fat camp series (which you should read!!)

*

At 16, Stiles was recommended to a ‘weight loss camp’ by his doctor.

“You’re already about 80 lbs overweight. And from what I hear,” the doctor glanced at Stiles’ dad, “you aren’t likely to lose this weight without help.”

No way. Absolutely no way, this couldn't happen.

Stiles tried to argue, to get his dad to see reason. He couldn’t go, they’d starve him to death!! But even Stiles couldn’t deny the truth. He had problems. Self control was simply not his strong suit. He’d tried dieting. Plenty of times. But whatever measly amount of weight he managed to lose would always pile back on in a matter of weeks.

And Stiles’ father clearly didn’t know how to help his son. With him being the Sheriff and all, he wasn’t home too often to cook healthy foods or monitor Stiles during his many dieting attempts. Plus, Sheriff Stilinksi could hardly boil water let alone cook, and so they lived off of takeout and junk.

And so Stiles had gone from fluffy to chubby to properly fat in the years since his mother’s death.

So he went to fat camp weight loss camp.

The first day was awkward. There was a beautiful view, though. Stiles could appreciate that the camp was on Hale Lake, with shining blue waters surrounded by gorgeous green woods.

Stiles was surrounded by other fat adolescents, boys and girls all intermixed. No one was particularly friendly, but Stiles talked enough (he rarely shut up the whole day) that people generally started to enjoy his company.

His counselor Derek however, was rude. He was also drop dead gorgeous, should-be-in-a-magazine kind of handsome, so hot Stiles wanted to lick whipped cream off of his abs.

But that was beside the point.

Derek was a hardass, always trying to get his group to do more workouts, to push themselves, and by the end of week 1, Stiles thought he was actually going to die.

He didn’t die. But he also didn’t lose any weight.

“That’s normal,” the nurse said while Stiles stared down at the ‘292’ on the electronic scale. “It takes a few weeks to see real progress.”

Well, a lot can happen in a few weeks.

Because by week four, Stiles had cracked a little bit of the mystery that was Derek Hale. Stiles had realized after hours of pestering, of annoying, that he could get Derek to smile. Then eventually laugh.

And since Derek was never hanging out with the other counselors, Stiles decided to befriend him.

It took a bit of awkwardness, and a lot of small talk, to get Derek to open up. But he did.

And Derek revealed that he was only working here this year as a punishment. Because he was Derek Hale. Hale as in Hale Lake, in which this summer camp resided.

“Wait, so your parents own this place too?” Stiles asked.

Derek scratched the back of his head and looked away. “Yeah, I usually work at the baseball camp across the lake. But I pissed mom off so I’m here for the summer instead.”

Stiles felt his eyebrows rise.

“So you’re rich huh?”

Derek shot Stiles an annoyed look, to which Stiles held up his hands in surrender.

“I just meant, since you can afford it, I’d appreciate it if you could hook a guy up with some real food. I’ve been deprived for a whole month.” Stiles scratched at his tummy, puffing it out a bit for effect.

Derek was effected, but he didn’t laugh like Stiles expected. He blushed.

There was a pregnant silence before Stiles started compulsively talking to ease the tension.

But the next day, Derek slyly handed Stiles a warm bag of Wendy's and nodded his head towards the woods, away from where he and his bunk were supposed to have free time.

Stiles stuffed his face with spicy nuggets, a baconater, and fries, hidden behind a tree in the woods. He shook the bag into his mouth, hoping to get all the crumbs.

This was not his finest moment. But god, the food had been so good!

After that, Derek started bringing more treats, and more often. Stiles always greedily gobbled them down. It became obvious that if this continued, that by the end of camp that Stiles was going to weigh more than he had when he arrived.

He hoped no one would notice.

"313," the nurse said. She shook her head. She'd been puzzling over Stiles and his weight problem for the past three weeks. She continued to lower his daily calorie limit, but he still kept gaining.

"Must be my metabolism," Stiles suggested.

She didn't look convinced, but said, "Better keep your exercise up then."

"Of course," Stiles replied, thinking of his couch and video games back home.

"Well, it wasn't so bad was it?" Sheriff Stilinski said once Stiles was checked out.

"No, it was actually sort of fun."

Stiles couldn't wait until next year.

[chubeveryone]

did this for @chubby-derek-and-friends awhile back and never posted it lol, part 3 to a series i will link in the notes!

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Junk Food Addicts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51460660 by CptKate (SterekChub) Stiles is addicted to junk food.. Words: 1383, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Chubby Stiles Stilinski, Chubby Derek Hale, Belly Kink, Weight Gain, Mutual Pining, Junk Food - Freeform, Feeding Kink read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51460660