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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
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It took Derek a while to realize that Stiles had spiked his morning coffee with a daddification potion.
#Tyler Hoechlin#Daddification#Derek Hale#Muscle#WG#Weight Gain#Hairy#Gut#Gut growth#Teen Wolf#Daddy TF
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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....
#smudgy.png#sfw furry#anthro#fursona#dog#wolf sona#oc drawing#oc: doug#doug is just my feel good sunshine boy#he shares a favorite color w teen me (sky blue) and i also made him trans when i found out i was trans#so ya hes my guy#hes also gained some weight since last i drew him ! :') <3#manifesting i do too on T 👍🏾
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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?"
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20+ Prompts and Pairings - Tagged in the A03 Summary Chubtober & Chub Christmas: Various Pairs: Force-Feeding: fat!Derek/Stiles/Chris Eager to Assist: Fat!Peter/Stiles The Deputies: Fat!Parrish/Fat!Derek/Sherrif Stripper: Fat!Derek/Chris Streamer: You/Fat Derek
Fat!Jackson Le Grande Boulangerie Fat!Scott and Fat!Stiles and Feeder Derek Frat Pigs: Fat Slobs 1 & 2
Sterek Mutual Gaining Gluttony Demon Feeder to Feedee
Feeder!Derek & Fat Stiles: Helping Him Grow Too Fat too F**K An Alpha’s Mate Personal Trainer Outgrowing the Office Buurp Sugar Baby Stiles’ Gains (5 Different Prompts) ERR MAX WEIGHT Fattest Intern Ceo’s Boyfriend Santa’s Fat Elf Pushy: Date Night
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
#my inbox is always open!#chubby!derek#chubby!stiles#sterek#fat fantasy#wg story#wg text#send prompts#chubby!teenwolf#fat slob#immobile#ssbhm
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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
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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
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♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
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 - 115 lbs/ 52 kgs
GW1 - 110 lbs/ 50 kgs
GW2 - 105 lbs/ 48 kgs
UGW - 98 lbs/ 45ish kgs
#ed not ed sheeran#ana trigger#tw ana diary#tw ed diet#4norexi4#@n0r3xia#@nor3×14#ed not sheeren#ed relapse
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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.
#beverly marsh#patty uris#it chapter 2#it chapter one#ben hanscom#it fandom#poly losers#poly losers club
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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
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what morriganwarrior said! in fact, i’m an odd case of this:
age 10, i was thinking about it despite the fact that i could barely shake the “new girl”/lone wolf feeling and i was bullied for pretty much being an island.
age 12, i thought the name imola would be pretty for a girl and sebastian for a boy (i was thinking of going into formula 1 as a career). i just had one tiny little problem and that was called anorexia—also 12 years old, my period just barely started.
age 14, i was really thinking about it, but whenever it came up in conversation, it was more just to shut people up, i actually couldn’t decide if i wanted it or not. i was more focused on doing well in school and working on my art and preserving my health, anyway.
age 16, anorexia was starting to fade away but i was a bookworm and awkward. no dude wanted to come within 10 feet of me unless they just wanted to be friends.
age 17, two weeks before my 18th birthday, my parents split and i began to understand the effect they have on me and my brother and it was really profound.
age 18, i started meeting young children (infants to 8-year-olds). i had no idea how to hold the baby. i didn’t know how to talk to children and i often wound up hiding away in the bathroom crying because i couldn’t do it and i felt like an idiot. it also didn’t help matters that the parents in the room would just stare at me in the process, like they were judging me.
that was the year i also found the idea of being pregnant repulsive (especially when i would find that i’m prone to weight fluctuations in the coming years).
age 19-20, my mental health took a shit, i radically changed majors from mechanics to art (!!!!!), and i would lick my wounds until i was around 22, and at that point, i moved out to the sticks: no attractive people out here and the people i am attracted to live elsewhere. i don’t want children to be exposed to these mental wounds when i myself find them particularly overwhelming.
i think it was that year i started realizing that i’m too selfish to be a mother. too selfish, too childlike myself, and i also can’t keep house very well. i picture mothers being able to do the stereotypically mom stuff… stereotypically, and i only *just* learned how to fold a shirt.
age 26, a month before my 27th birthday, you-know-what hit and shut everything down, and making me incredibly cautious about meeting new people now in the process.
age 27, i sustained a betrayal of epic proportions. to the point of questioning my sexuality and gender. i had been curious about my sexuality for a year at that point, mind. but this period traumatized me. and you picture mothers as… you know. mothers. feminine. i’m nowhere near that quality.
also at that age, i found a man whom i felt was the man of my dreams. the answer to a question i didn’t even know i was asking. i can feel him. i can feel how he feels about me. i think i did hear “oh, you’ll want kids when you’re in love” during my teen years… i’m in love with this guy, i really am. but i have zero desire to procreate: i often fantasize about making art with him and seeing the world with him more than anything. and he lives 3000 miles away in new york and i have no idea if or how we can cross paths in person. he’s also *ahem* older than me—that doesn’t bother me, and in fact, i barely notice it. but you know some people have a hang-up about this.
also at that age, i started gaining weight. like, really gaining weight—had nothing to do with covid as i had been slowly gaining for a few years at that point; it was part of recovery from anorexia. but it still made me realize how prone i am to that. knowing that at my heaviest i had heart palpitations, achy joints, migraines every week, edema in my feet, mood swings, and i was having to take a shit about 5 times a day, rapid weight gain associated with pregnancy (and then having to care for a newborn on top of that, talk about stress) would probably kill me.
here i am, age 31. no children. no spouse. absolutely no desire whatsoever for either. 84 pounds (and counting) lighter. still have no idea how to hold a baby. the whole story between me and him is a long one, and i had a feeling some time ago that it’s going to be of epic novel length: i’m in no rush. i started out being indecisive and then the universe showed me what i want and that’s a dog and a cat.
also, the template is that you should be established in order to start a family with a steady income and a spouse. to put this into perspective: my brother has been married twice and has six children, four of his own and two stepchildren. the bastard is more fucked up than me, too, and it makes me shudder knowing his oldest is nearing puberty soon… i thought i would be a millionaire by the time i was 25 but i wasn’t even close. and i had less money at 30.
and fertility starts falling off at around this age, too, so… you know. jimmy cracked corn and i don’t care~
stop telling your teenage daughters who say they don't want kids that they'll change their mind
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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]
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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 😇
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What I Consider Acceptable:
- Being turned into a humanoid or half-non-humanoid character. Non-morphic animal characters have to be anthro before they can be used as tf subject here, so either make them anthro or have an anthro version.
- Anthro Pokemon/half-humanoid Pokemon that can speak English. Fakemon are allowed.
- Horror characters as long as they're not Creepypasta characters, has to be a character from a horror movie or show, live-action prefered but can involve characters created via stopmotion, clay or sfx makeup.
-Nintendo and/or Smash Bros as long as you leave Fire Emblem characters out.
- TG of both genders.
- Curses.
- Becoming what you're dressed as along as it's a character i'm okay with.
- Alien species transformations.
- Dan Aykroyd/Aykroyd-verse themed especially if it involves the Were-Aykroyd. You can suggest crossover ideas too.
- Tim Burton transformations.
- Anthro-styled werecreatures.
- OC related as along as your OC isn't one we're supposed to root for only for said OC to turn against humanity at the end.
- Celebrities/actual people with the exception of people from the 40's to the 60's or athletes.
- See above..but as long as it's not historical figures since those don't count as celebrities or serial killers.
- Characters i'm familiar with, no anime characters outside of ones I know of since I only know of a few of them. But I will consider Jojo or Dragonball or anime I have seen.
- Disney characters.
- Dreamworks.
- Nickelodeon.
- Marvel.
- DC.
- Power Rangers/superhero in general.
- Bojack Horseman.
- South Park.
- Dead By Daylight.
- Buffyverse.
- David Lynch characters.
- Teen Wolf.
- Simpsons.
- Biker Mice.
- SNL.
- MLP.
- Weight gain if either the person is A: happy with being plumped up or B: Is turning into a character that is known for having that kind of build.
- Non-morphic animal characters but they have to anthro-fied first.
What I Don't Consider Acceptable:
- Anime characters unless it's one I have seen. Keep in mind I will be hesistant to tackle anything relating to Jojo or other anime unless I can do my own take on it or lampoon it. Just you have to give me info on the character you want and it has to be any anime I have seen or heard of. Despite what some may think I actually do appreciate some parts of Jojo's Bizzare Adventure and know there are good people in the fandom and you just have to look hard enough, but still...I might do Jojo characters down the line IF I can do something with them like for example having a stand user who has a stand themed around or based on a comedy song like Loadsamoney or a Weird Al song.
- No Nudity..not even SFW. Not even being a toony animal with no visible privates will save you from being scolded at by me for breaking this rule. I'm okay with sexy fan-service or shirtless/topless scenes but not full on nude scenes.
- 'Nothing scary/depressing/dark in my universe'...yeah, we're going to have to talk about that, for one thing I DON'T care if you made it that there's nothing scary/depressing in your world/the world of whatever creature you and your friend established, you're not in your world anymore, you're in mine, and you're going to have to toughen up to survive here, if you're expecting me to be turned into some cuddly-wuddly floofy creature of the night or something in my world, then you can kiss your expectations goodbye because cutesy-wutesy is something I don't do anymore...at least not often, and a lot of what I like is scary. Besides, if you use this type of excuse while also having a character that is known for being scary/predatorial (e.g wolves, sharks, big cats, etc) you are a hypocrite.
- Bodily functions.
- If you have your adventure/episode's lead be a child. Look I don't hate kid characters in RPs, it's just there's not much with a child character I can do that is essentially just an orphan character or a character who supposedly has no parents and just runs away from home only to meet said monster or creature character and decides that without even thinking of the consequences that this character should be their new mother/new parent. I'm sorry but even if you think it's a good idea, don't. This is a random monster you just met 3 hours ago, don't you even want to get to know them first before making them your new parent? Also where are your actual parents? Look, even if your depict them as being abusive dickheads, I am sure that they'll still be worried about you. Also there's not much I can do using kid characters that aren't established kid characters to begin with, like okay...your character is a kid at around 8 or 12 years old, is there anything else to them? Also please don't pair child characters up with adult characters up, even if they are animals, look I don't want to be accused of pedophilia. Either age them up to be adults or teenagers or make it so they're actually not children at all.
- Rubber latex anything. What does a rubber version of a character have that is different than the original form of that character? Apart from being made of rubber, nothing.
- Mind control used for humilating other people into being your depraved sex-slaves or for the purpose of intelligence draining. To me it's just scary and horrifying to watch.
- Feral.
- I don't do revenge stories, these stories are mostly fictional so don't ask for your enemies to be made into a revenge story.
- Anything Night Fury related. Look, I got burned out on Night Furies ages ago and I don't think i'll ever do one again, but please if you have to do them, make them anthro. I wouldn't know what to do with normal Night Furies since they don't make any noises apart from growls, hisses and animal-like noises.
- Creepypasta characters. They don't count as horror characters, to me a horror character has to be a character from a horror movie or horror comedy movie, a horror show, or a video game that is horror related, anything like Slenderman or Jeff the Killer falls under 'internet age horror'.
- Size changes. Especially if it's within the giant or kaiju variety.
- Sissyification or bimbos since to me it's demeaning unless I can parody that.
- Forced love. If you try to force a character to fall for another character specifically if that character hates the person/creature trying to make them love them.
- Clowns. Clowns aren't a species unless it's a clown based monster. Clown-based characters like Joker are acceptable, just stereotypically mindlessly happy clowns obsessed with spreading the happiness.
- Inanimate transformations. I know some people romanticize this a lot and enjoy being forcibly turned into something that cannot move or talk but I don't, I don't do those, I wouln't be at all attracted or fascinated by someone slowly swelling up as their organs are replaced with stuffing and they turn into an identical version of a stuffed animal/plushie that they saw in a store earlier. Please consider this when you do it.
- Minors. Absolutely nothing with characters who aren't past 18 please and no sexualization of child characters. Due to uhhh...reasons.
- Suiting. Being incased in a costume doesn't count as a transformation, that's basically just bondage.
- No non-morphic bear transformations...bears in transformations are overdone as they are due to how there's nothing much to a bear tf apart from snugging, hugging, and putting on weight for the winter, and here's the thing, I kind of think they're boring. If you want to be a bear, you have to make it anthro to get my approval, and any bear-like characters should at least be humanoid or anthro. It's fine if you want to be a bear character, but please give me a choice other than a bear. Give me something more interesting. Bears aren't interesting, all they do is eat and sleep...if you want that, you could have just chosen a koala.
- Being forced to be the same species as you. No offense to those who probably will do it, but why would I want to be the same species as the character i'm being turned into if it's like this? Do I have to be a bear like Ellinor? But Queen Ellinor is an annoying shrew, even as a bear and a terrible mother...why would I want to be like her especially if it's the only choice for someone like me? That Gooey Earth universe's rules confuse me, I mean yeah you SAY only Disney furry characters but half of the characters featured are non-morphic animal characters and one monster (Sulley), who probably shouldn't even be there since he is a monster as in a mythical being and not an animal, but hey at least he's bipedal. And also yeah i'm sorry but non-morphic animal character does not equal furry character, okay the Disney's Robin Hood cast I can get since they're anthro, but clearly Baloo and the others are non-morphic. Also Kenai I can understand since he's a cursed human turned bear and wasn't one from the start of the movie, but the other animals..yeah, you're going to have to explain how come all of the other Brother Bear animal characters can talk in English despite being non-morphic and how come humans cannot understand Kenai as a bear and can only hear growls. Like with Elinor, how come she can't talk as a bear but keeps her human intelligence? Is it specifically mentioned in the spell that the witch cast on her? Does it say 'you cannot talk as a bear but you'll regain your human intelligence'? That would be like if I cursed someone to turn into a Japanese monster and told them they could only speak in Japanese but with sbutitles and could keep their human intelligence and personality. Also...what constitutes as a Disney furry anyway? Do alien species from Star Wars count since Disney owns Star Wars? Do any of the Muppets count since Disney owns The Muppets too? Do any of Marvel's humanoid animal characters or alien characters count? Also...I don't care if the rules have it so the mud or whatever morphs me into whatever animal i've been interacting with, there should be a way to make it so I DON'T end up as the same species as the character i've interacted with. Also if we're going with the bear theme, could I at least be an anthro, or maybe just Rebecca from Talespin? That's the only mama bear i'd actually want to hook up with anyway since she's anthro. Look, i'm happy to be with whatever character you have chosen to turn into, but can I please be allowed to choose what species I get to be, if the only way to be with you is to be 'Shrekked' into being the same species as you, forget it.
#Monstermaster13#Personal rules for rps and stories#If tumpix or whatever picks this up i'll be so happy
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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: 1705, Chapters: 1/10, 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
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57918877
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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!!)
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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.
#chubby stiles#stiles x derek#fat camp au#chubby kink#chubby kink writer#weight gain fiction#weight gain#weight gain fanfiction#chubby teen wolf#this is mainly fluff#but I like the premise and can write more sexy stuff later
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