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GET BEACHED 2020!!

Hey, Everyone!

So we’re back and at it again! Beached, a Chubby!Kink summer event will be going on again this year!

We listened to your recommendations and we heard your! This year, Beached will last all month long! July 1st-31st!!!!

We’re announcing this now to give everyone (artist, writers, etc) enough time to get things together to participate, so we hope everyone will join us this year in the celebration of what is Chubby!kink in summer!

More information will be coming soon, but for now, Feel free to check out the updated mini prompt list here and start thinking up ideas! 

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 2 - Theo

- by @fluffyotters

Time passed quickly and slowly for Theo. Another year at the Offices of Hale & Hale has gone by but it was a different year than the previous ones had been. With the inclusion of their new Happiness Producer, things had certainly changed at the office. Most notably, everyone at the office was much bigger, and even Theo put on some weight, which was very unintentional.

Sucking in, Theo finished buttoning his casual dress shirt which was perfect for the office picnic they were going to have later that day. It had been a bit difficult finding a good button up in his closet lately that fit on his muscular frame and fuller belly. He rubbed a hand over it, a little ruefully. Especially in the last couple of months, it had started to fill in and he couldn’t exactly deny it anymore that he was getting a bit of a gut. He had played it off for a long while, telling everyone it was just bloat from a good meal, that he was bulking, that his clothes were shrinking in the wash, etc. Theo had also been super focused on everyone else for a while to see that they got bigger and Stiles really was useful at bringing enough food supplies, whipping up meals, and giving recommendations.

Scott had been Theo’s main focus overall. Theo spent much of the year going out to lunch with Scott 2-3 times a week, or even more when they had enough of a lunch break to do so. Otherwise they stayed in the building. Scott was precious and unique and had the amazing capability to make people like him just by smiling at them. And hanging out with Scott, Theo fell in love with him. Scott was extremely agreeable and easygoing and had become one of Theo’s main projects. Theo was always amazed by how much Scott could eat and he loved seeing him in action. Theo called Scott his greedy fat pup and other nicknames and Scott was into that and being bigger, getting admiration and being taken care of. Theo certainly helped in contributing to making Scott a greedy lazy eater and really, Theo loved it. Feeding Scott was a highlight of the day whether at one of Stiles’s recommended restaurants or in the office in their assigned desk space. Stiles provided the food and Theo took care of helping Scott get food down which often lead to seeing Scott get bigger and bigger. Theo’s mistake, he realized, was that he often ate with him or grazed in the presence of Scott or others. Theo spent more time hanging out with Scott feeding or eating with him than he did working out.

Then there was also Danny who was now a really good friend. They were some of the most fit members of the Office remaining. Danny became his workout and training partner and Theo was amazed that someone as smart with computers as Danny would also be good at physical stuff, but sometimes he realized he just needed to stop judging other people so much. Anyways, Danny exceeded expectations and was nearly as strong as Theo, and they bonded over that. Theo did have to grant Stiles that being their Happiness Producer, Stiles was also somehow good at getting them to bond and hang out. Theo had made more friends in the past year than he has done for most of his life. Well, good friends he likes, anyways. Scott and Danny and Isaac and, well, he’s grown to trust and enjoy spending time with people instead of being as serious all the time. He and Danny were very good work out partners and they flexed and teased and gave each other bulking meals the better to grow with. And maybe there was a bit of hidden jealousy and wanting to see Danny get fatter and giving some heavy meals, but interpersonally, he also loved hanging out with Danny. When not feeding Scott, Theo made sure to visit Danny and bring treats for him to share with. Scott occasionally came into the gym, not so much to workout out as the fat pup was lazy and not into that, but so that he could admire Theo and Danny giving a show.

Something else that happened during the year was that Theo moved to a new apartment. His old one was getting small and cramped and the new neighbors were extremely loud all the time. He was being driven crazy with them playing loud obnoxious music all night or very loud activity that had their bed bouncing and screeching like nails on a chalkboard, and crazy parties. Theo could even smell the smoke of cigarettes and marijuana and other drugs. It left him sleep deprived and crabby for a couple weeks, his self-control at a minimum point. He even yelled at Scott and made him frown, an expression he was loathe to see. Well, he wouldn’t have felt bad about anyone else, but making Scott sad bothered him and Theo actually apologized. Fortunately, Scott was very forgiving, and a huge chocolate sundae banana split certainly didn’t hurt either. Scott loved it. But Theo realized he needed to get out of that apartment.

Sure he could have called the police (and he anonymously did) but he deserved a new living place in general. It would help a lot to be closer to work so he didn’t have as far of a distance to travel and something that was nice. He was asking around if people knew of any good locations that were open when Isaac said he was looking for a roommate for rent and such and it was a good room so Theo took the opportunity. At the time he barely knew Isaac or cared but he seemed an okay guy. But what especially sold it was that it was close and that Scott was a friend of Isaac’s and often came over. Additionally, Isaac kept it very well supplied with food. Scott and Isaac were huge eaters, and Theo’s appetite only grew after the move. He needed a lot of fuel for his muscles after all, or at least that’s what he told himself. Scott came over often so the fridge had to be kept very well stocked.

They all ate big when Scott came, with even Theo leaning back from his meal, belly completely stuffed, belching in contentment. He got to see how fat Isaac and Scott were getting, their big, flabby bellies pushing out over their pants, and he got admire and rub them in awe, though his belly grew too. Eating at Isaac’s was certainly a lot of food, and Isaac and Scott got to see Theo’s once form fitting shirts push up over his rounder gut which after a while remained like that. And Isaac loved making huge dinners so even if it was just them, Theo often found himself stuffed pleasantly full patting his belly and relaxing as at Isaac’s place. Isaac was very casual and insisted they relax and have a good time and was a very good roommate. Walking about the room shirtless or in underwear felt freeing and Theo loved to show off flexing.

So time went on and approximately a year since Stiles joined the staff of Hale & Hale, there were definitely quite a number of changes. Everyone was bigger, and while he definitely put on more of a gut than anticipated, still one of the fittest and his muscles were bigger than ever as well, Theo’s old suit could barely fit his beefy body. But it was a lot better than some of his t-shirts which he recently realized had a tendency to roll up a bit and while he didn’t mind showing off to his friends he still wanted a professional image for outside events. There could be other guests and outsiders there after all eager to learn what Hale & Hale was all about. He was going to look sexy professional for outsiders to see.

And indeed when he finally got to the party, Theo was relieved to see he was right. There was a lot of food set out and he knew immediately everyone was going to eat a lot. Stiles’s food just had that effect on people and Theo resisted the urge unbutton his shirt early. Across the parking lot, he spotted the bloated, wobbling form of his pal.

“Hey Scott,” he said, heading over to where Scott was coming in. “How’s it going?” He asked, walking over, a slight waddle to his movement from wider hips and thicker legs. His belly did bounce and wobble slightly under his buttoned shirt and he reached for Scott with a big hug. He pulled Scott in close as one of the few people he enjoyed having hug him. “So, what do you think?” he asked Scott. “Whose my good fat pup,” he teased. “You are!”

Scott chuckled at the name, blushing slightly.

Theo looked around, then leaned in and rubbed Scott’s belly. “I’m sure you’ll win best employee growth and all. It’s been a long time coming.” A shit-eating grin split Theo’s face. “I can’t wait for everybody else to show up. I am curious how some of the others are doing.”

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 2 - Peter

- by @zandaxesfox​

The eve of Memorial Day had come. Peter lay idly on his sofa, with what had been a full plate of pancakes balancing on the mountain that was supposedly a stomach. With only a pair of pajama shorts stretching to cover the enlarged hips and ass that had seen continual growth of the last year, he lifted his fork to his lips, taking in the last fragments of chocolate syrup covered pancake.  

Slowly he licked his lips, taking every last crumb. First the top lip, and then the bottom, slower and more focused as he found a dribble of syrup at the corner of his lips. Lazily, Peter picked up his plate off his gut before he rolled over to sit up. He set down the plate and picked up his phone and began scrolling through the group messages.  

“Make sure you wear informal clothing,” Stiles had typed. There had been no messages since then.  

 Peter slowly got up, walking through his hallway towards the white porch. In the hallway, many images taken of the last year littered the hallway, from meetings and deals with bigger companies, and a few with the mergers and conquests of the smaller ones. Getting toward the end of the corridor, he caught the shirtless reflection in a picture from about 11 months ago. Slowly, he looked at the old him. Much slimmer than he was now, his hands curved over the dome of his stomach, and a grin curved up his face. Tracing the stretch marks on his stomach, he pressed the heavy mound, feeling the pressure of his full stomach and the softness that encased it, fighting each other. Peter had taken a liking to his growing size. It had become a mirror of his success of his work: Bigger girth, bigger victories; higher numbers on the scale, higher numbers in his pocket. Last year, this would have been ridiculous to him, he had addled Derek amongst other for their growing bodies. 

 Tsk... 

Derek. Peter thought to himself, his eyes glowering into a few pictures, reflecting on the glass back at him. If girth meant success, the Derek was his only hurdle. This was not a hurdle of money and success, this was nothing more than familial jealously, between two stomachs. Though, there was always a way to fix that. 

Stepping into the kitchen, Peter dropped the plate in the sink, before opening the fridge, pulling out a carton of chocolate milkshake, popping the cap, and letting it drain into him. His stomach growled before he looked at the clock, seeing that he would need to get on his way for the day. Well..he didn't need to. Everything for this week had been sorted out. He just needed to make good use of the happiness supervisor.  

Slowly he made his way upstairs, his stomach folding with each leg rise, and releasing as he pushes to the next step. Getting to the top step, he turns down the quiet, brown lacquered corridor. That would be something he would have to change at some point. He may as well live on the couch or at his office. Spending some green to remove this high level of bland would be a wise idea.

Making his way into his bedroom, he was meant to go straight to the wardrobe and grab one of the many suits inside of it. Instead, he went to his bed, spying an unfinished family sized chocolate. He began picking it part with far more obsession and gluttony than he would if he could be seen by anyone else. This was his home, and he was free to gorge as he should. As he was well deserved on this freedom.

After a moment, his tongue returned to his lips, consuming any fragments left. Slowly, rising and then walking towards the wardrobe, opening the doors, to find...only two suits there. Everything else was at the laundry. The maid that Peter had been hiring was definitely not as efficient as he was hoping. 

Picking up one pair of trousers, he slipped them up his legs. Tight, but okay. Then the trousers met his ass. No longer going any higher, all they did was bounce and jiggle his ass. Assurance of size was nice, but it wasn't exactly practical. 

The second pair thankfully fit. For the most part. They were cutting into him painfully. Definitely smaller than what he needed. But, there was no way he was going to wear anything else to work. 

The shirt wasn't exactly perfect either. His neck didn't allow for the top buttons to be buttoned up for a tie, and the buttons would probably not last the day. But the jacket can hide that issue. 

Peter pulled his jacked around his stomach, to cover the dangerously tight buttons. That should of fit. 

Apparently not... 

Only one button clung on. Peter smirked, thinking it just showed off his prowess. 

Taking his time to clamber into his new car, Peter began to let the pride of his success set in once more. This was his new car, something he had bought with his growing pockets. He grinned as he turned the ignition. The car's large V8 fired up, growling as loudly as if it were a predator preparing to attack. With the new car roaring, he began to make his way to take advantage of work privileges and vast food budget—he was going to work for a productive day. Maybe there was some form he could fill in to justify this trip...He would have to think of that on his way. Something simple would do it. 

Traffic was slow. Far slower than he was hoping for. Sitting in traffic, the droning of all the cars started getting into his head. 

Just start moving. 

Get going. 

Now 

I do not have the time. 

Go now! 

Peter's mind curled into rage. Drive forward an inch. Get cut off by an ass of a driver. Very little can enrage him like this was. His fingers clawed at the steering wheel they clenched. Scratching into the leather, Peter's soft fingers began to leave marks behind. 

Time began to tick on, and after an hour of slow, agonizing traffic things began to pick up. The road was slowly becoming less of a cage. After a full hour of driving, the deep red car pulled around the corner and into the car park. Soon enough, Peter had found an issue. There was no sight of Stiles's car. Peter shuffled, turning his bulk to try and reach his pocket and retrieve his phone. Scrolling through the contacts, Peter clicked on Stiles, and began to tap away. 

“Just got to work, where is everyone? I came in to work to fill out some forms, and was hoping you would be able to provide your services. It’s your job, is it not, to keep everyone happy, by providing whatever is needed?” 

“Peter, it's the day before Memorial Day, it was mentioned that there won't be many if anyone here.” 

“...”  

“What do you want, Peter?” 

 *** 

Peter sat on his sofa, sucking on his fingers, licking the drops of barbecue sauce. His stomach was bloated, rolling over his broken trousers and onto his lap. His hands began to run over the swollen dome of his stomach. Looking at the table littered with wrappers, his stomach growled painfully. Then his eyes caught one single leftover. One box. One single, delicious portion of fried chicken balls. Reaching to it, his stomach got in his way. Heaving himself forward, he grasped it before being repelled by his stomach back into the cushions. His brought the chicken to his lips and crunched down on the fried meat, savoring the flavor. With a Cheshire smile, he rubbed his stuffed belly. It wouldn't be long until dinner would need to be ordered.

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 2 - Isaac

- by @chrhodes

Isaac woke up at about 11am. It was early for a day off. Usually, on weekends and holidays, he was more likely to get up in the middle of the afternoon. But as always, he found himself on the couch in his flat with a multitude of food wrappers covering the coffee table. This was a usual testament to Scott’s and his eating abilities. They usually met up with Stiles for game night and the boy was in charge of bringing the food. But since Stiles had to prepare the Memorial Day Party, he could not make it last night so Isaac ended up alone with a massive Chinese take out.

With some difficulty, he heaved his heavier body off the couch, ignoring its loud creaking, readjusting his ‘a-size-too-small’ boxers and made his way to breakfast.

For the past year, Isaac’s breakfast ritual consisted in enjoying freshly baked goods in a friendly and cosy café a block away from his flat and two from the office. He discovered this heavenly place thanks to Stiles and was now a daily customer.

Not caring about his tight schedule for the day, he grabbed his sweat pants and teeshirt and prepared himself. That was his official rest day outfit, which really needed to be upgraded, again. He could still order some online anyways. He did not really care about the way he looked outside working hours, and he did not want to bother wasting his precious time shopping. So he was not shocked to see that his teeshirt ill-fitted him around his significant paunch. He knew he had put on weight this past year and maybe, if he had the time and the courage, he could try to go to the gym.

Isaac found himself caressing his well-shaped but also a little soft gut, looking at his plumped frame in the mirror, noting the way his ass was now enhanced by his sweat pants. They were clinging to his asscheeks smoothly and tightly, stressing around his wider thighs and against his expanded waist.

His face is getting a little softer and bloated too, with slightest puffier cheeks, softer jawline and a small beginning of a double chin. Still, he was looking good, after all Stiles kept telling him he looked like a cherub.

As he arrived at the café, as usual, the employees prepared for their best customer a plate of omelette with bacon, a tower of pancakes with chocolate chips, drenched with syrup, a large chocolate muffin and a deluxe cinnamon roll with a tall glass of chocolate frappuccino and an orange juice. They usually joked calling Isaac’s order ‘The Lahey special’.

Without hesitation, Isaac began his usual gorge of the variety of foods, his belly getting rounder and rounder as each bite went down.

“Damn man, you sure can eat.” The waiter said as he refilled Isaac’s glass with orange juice a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I can definitely pack it down, it’s easy when the food is good though.”

“Well, at this rate I am sure we will have to upgrade ‘The Lahey Special’.” He joked before going to another client.

Isaac had to face it, he was going to keep putting on weight with the calories he daily piled on due to his growing appetite.

He never bothered to weight himself, but his best guess was he had put on at least 60 pounds putting him around 240lbs. Earlier this year, he though about cutting down on his meals for a couple weeks in hopes of losing some of the weight, but he realized it would have been too hard given all the temptations around him. After all, he was not the only one with a growing appetite. At work, he watched with odd curiosity bellies growing larger and rounder, Scott and Derek being the prime examples.

Also, how could he stop putting on weight with Stiles around? He was pretty sure the boy had a crush on Derek given he was always coming to his office. Also, he liked him and his appetite improved considerably as they became friends, with his waistline steadily expanding in return.

He realized that now he always associated Stiles with food, certainly because the boy was always carrying and giving some. Not that he complained.

Usually, Stiles arrived at 10 to give Derek a snack, lunch at 12, came twice during the afternoon and was even bringing dinner if the boss had to stay late. And every time he visited Derek, he always brought the same treat to Isaac. Sometimes, after hearing that some coworkers where doing that, he asked Stiles to get him food from the grocery store or from the burger dinner.

Where as before, Issac was always grateful for Stiles’ diligence, after a few weeks of being given everything he could possibly ever want, he became spoiled. He now expected Stiles to give him whatever he wanted to eat. And being the nice and eager to please man Stiles was, he complied to the demands of a now impatient Isaac. Even if Isaac liked the man, it was his job to keep them happy and food and company where the things that made Isaac happy.

Remembering about the party starting in few hours, Isaac hurried to gulp down the remains of his large breakfast before painfully making his way home.

He pulled up his teeshirt as he laid down on the couch. He could not say he was full. True a year ago he would have found ‘The Lahey Special’ impossible to finish, but with his usual training it was easier to finish it quicker and quicker. Also, he was pretty sure Stiles would have planned food at the party, so he could have his fill during the whole afternoon, knowing perfectly he will be hungry again in a couple of hours.

Still, before preparing to the party, he had to rest a bit, his hands massaging his half-full belly for few minutes while he tried not to give too much attention to the stiffening in his to tight sweat pants.

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Thank you so much to Azurarainstuff/@chublees/@sterekreblogsandart for this beautiful drawing!!!

Part 1 of a 3-part commission I got from Azurarainstuff @sterekreblogsandart @chublees  for “The Offices of Hale & Hale” story I’m a part of on @chubby-teen-wolf-campfire . I love it so much and I’m really looking forward to the next two!

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 2 - Derek

- by @chubby-derek-and-friends

Derek Hale frowned as he looked into his mostly empty closet. The amount of clothing he had to wear was drastically less than it had been at this time last year, the cedar-lined room practically bare. Only a week previous, Derek has begun his spring cleaning, taking out any pants or shirts that couldn’t be buttoned. The pile had been…bigger than Derek would like to think about.  

Thanks to his tailor, and monthly standing appointments, Derek at least had clothes for the office, and his standard basketball shorts and tank top undershirts were always good for lounging around his loft apartment (even though they had been sized up at least once in the last year), and for workouts (which had been whittled down from a strict 6-days a week to 2-3). But as Derek stared at the clothes he had hanging in his closet, he was faced with the fact that he did not in fact have anything that would be appropriate for his company’s Memorial Day Picnic.  

“Shit,” Derek sighed.  

***

Wandering around a crowded mall the Sunday before Memorial Day was not exactly Derek’s idea of relaxing outing. In fact, Derek hated shopping, and he really hated malls. Malls were loud and full of people and while Derek had no trouble with his colleagues in the office, or even a board meeting full of people staring at him (okay, that may still have made his stomach squirm), Derek was definitely not a social butterfly. 

In the office, there was an easy social structure to most interactions. And even though Derek preferred that his employees call him by his first name rather than, “Mr. Hale,” there was still an easy-to-navigate blueprint Derek could follow for most of his daily conversations. Well, with everyone except Stiles.  

It had been almost a year since that very first elevator ride with Stiles on his first day as Hale & Hale’s Happiness Producer, and what did Derek have to show for it? Fifty extra pounds gained and a complete inability to talk to a man he fantasized about. Normally, Derek had no problem addressing and employee, but for whatever reason, he always seemed to become tongue-tied around Stiles. Or worse, he would blurt out something that would seem like the lewdest innuendo. Derek was just thankful that Stiles seemed to take them as jokes. He never seemed uncomfortable and continued to show up with lunch for Derek almost daily. That was probably where most of his weight gain had come from.  

Derek rubbed his stomach as he weaved through the crowds, feeling the plush belly currently contained in a button-up shirt. The warm cinnamon smell of freshly baked goodies distracted him for a moment, and Derek almost found himself making a detour to the food court, but he managed to stop himself, returning to his mission. Okay…maybe it wasn’t all Stiles’s fault, but Stiles was also damn good at his job. Too damn good.  

Derek huffed out a sigh as he dodged a gaggle of teenagers and headed into American Eagle, doing his best to push thoughts of Stiles from his mind, lest they make the venture even more awkward than it was shaping up to be. He quickly made his way to the shorts and began browsing. 

The worst part of this entire venture was that Derek didn’t really know what size he needed to buy. With his pants being tailor made and his basketball shorts a stretchy-waisted “large”, he didn’t really have any way of figuring out what to buy, short of calling his tailor to get his measurements, the idea of which made him more uncomfortable than the prospect before him: grabbing a couple of pairs of shorts and trying them on in a dressing room.  

“Can I help you find anything?” A voice asked from behind. 

Derek frowned and turned to find a pixie-like girl smiling brightly up at him. “Uh, shorts.” He grunted out. 

“Of course! Do you know what style you want?” The girl asked, moving around him to the racks. 

Derek looked at her blankly. 

The girl continued, unperturbed. “We’ve got slim fit, classic, cargo, jean shorts, or ‘jorts,” the girl giggled.  

Derek didn’t laugh, not really understanding.  

The girl’s smile started to fade a little, and Derek began to sense that he was really messing up the interaction. He turned back to the rack in front of him, and pawed through the hangers. “Uh, I’m going to a company picnic tomorrow and I needed something casual enough for a picnic, but still nice looking.” 

The girl’s smile widened at Derek’s participation. “Got it! Well then I would steer away from jean shorts and cargos. Both are a little too relaxed. You’re gonna want to stick to the cleaner look of either the classic or the slim fit.” 

Derek snorted at the idea of him wearing anything considered “slim fit” at his current size, then frowned when he realized the girl looked unhappy again. “Sorry, was thinking to myself. I think the classic would be best. “ 

“Classic it is! Do you know what shade you want?” The girl said. 

“:..khaki.”  

“Okay, and what size?”  

Here Derek blushed. “I…um…I don’t know.” 

“Oh! Well we can measure you if you need? Or we can check your pants’ tag…” 

“These are made by my tailor. They don’t have a size.” Derek felt like an elitist asshole for a second. “I…um…I know I used to wear a 32 in college, but I’m not quite as…fit…as I used to be. So, maybe 36?” 

The girl nodded, playing off Derek’s comments. “Okay! If you want, we can get a couple different sizes so you can see what’s comfortable. Every pant is cut differently and if you’re used to wearing tailored clothes, it might not feel right immediately. The 38’s are the largest we have in-store but we can also order larger sizes online.” 

Derek nodded, feeling sure that he wouldn’t have to go that far, and watched as the girl began to pull khaki shorts off the rack, gathering sizes from 34 to 38. Derek felt a blush at the larger size being added to the armful she had, and wanted to say something, but then stopped himself. She was right, maybe the shorts would fit differently. What did it hurt? Aside from his pride.  

Derek followed the sales girl to the dressing rooms. The loud music that played through the store seemed even louder back here and Derek couldn’t help but wince. God, was he becoming an old man? The thought made him frown as the girl opened a room and hung the shorts on a hook inside for him. 

“Here you go! I’ll be back to check on you in a little bit, okay?” She smiled at him, before hopping off back to the sales floor. 

Derek quickly dodged into the closet and pulled the door shut. He both hated and loved someone else knowing how much he had let himself go. It was erotic, but also embarrassing. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he looked into the mirror and tried to calm himself down. The urge to flee was almost overwhelming but Derek used all his self-control to center himself and override those feelings.  

“Come on,” he told himself sternly as he picked up the first pair of shorts, “you’re already here. Just figure out which shorts fit and then you can get out of here.” 

Maybe get some Cinnabon on the way out, his mind answered him. 

Derek frowned at the thought and quickly pulled off his pants. He never used to be that into sweets before Stiles started working at the office. Or...rather, he never used to allow himself to eat that many. He’d been a jock in high school and college, so watching his diet had been second nature. Now though...now he craved them. And he loved seeing them pop up on his desk, especially when Stiles was the one to drop them off. It felt...almost...like a personal gift from him, which just made their decadence all the sweeter.  

Derek grunted as he pulled up the first pair of shorts. The stiff material hugged Derek’s thighs and he had barely pulled the shorts’ waistband up to his ass. These were definitely too tight. With not a small amount of trepidation, Derek worked the shorts back down his legs and picked them up to face level to check the size. 34’s.  

Derek sighed with relief. He hadn’t expected these to fit anyways. Though how tight they were didn’t exactly give him hope for the other sizes. Folding the current pair in half, Derek set them aside and picked up the next ones. 36’s. He checked before he started pulling them on.  

God, 36’s. Derek had never imagined that he would need to size up like this when he was younger. He never imagined himself other than the trim athlete he had been in his youth, but running a major corporation had a way of changing things. And Stiles’ additions to his diet certainly weren’t helping things. And this was just after a year with him on the team. What would the future Derek look like? The idea was both frightening and incredibly arousing. 

Derek huffed slightly as he pulled the shorts up over his ass. The fabric was skin-tight around his thighs again, although he had at least gotten the waistband up over his butt. Or so he thought. Derek turned sideways to find that his reflection showed the shorts had actually stopped short of completely covering him in the back, leaving a couple of inches of underwear-clad booty in plain view. And he still hadn’t even tried to button the shorts. Derek looked down at the last pair and swallowed, suddenly very nervous. This was the largest size they had in store.  

Pushing down the 36’s, Derek silently cursed every snack and fat-filled meal he’d eaten since Stiles started working at Hale & Hale. He tossed the rejected pair on top of the 34’s and picked up the 38’s, holding them out in front of him to gage their size. They looked wide in his hands, but then again, so did his pants recently. Derek took a deep breath and started putting on the shorts. He managed to pull them up over his butt completely, though there was very little wiggle room, and the fabric still pulled at his thighs and crotch, but Derek was determined to make do. He tugged the shorts closed, struggling to get the button to slide into the hole. He fought for a moment, but the fabric wouldn’t budge, and he felt like his thumbs were more hindrance than help. With a grunt, he relaxed, letting the shorts gap back open. His rounded belly pooched out over the shorts.  

Determined, Derek sucked in a deep breath, pulling his stomach in with it, and again pulled the two sides of the shorts together. His face got redder and redder as he struggled to get the button through the hole. After a minute of fighting with it, Derek felt the fastener slip into place, and he sighed out a heavy breath. His stomach rolled forward, high and proud. The waistband pinched uncomfortable in the front, and the legs and crotch pulled from the back as his ass stressed the rear seam. He looked at his reflection in the fitting room mirror, noticing how much bigger his belly looked with the tight shorts cinching it up. His love handles looked wider too, lopping over the sides. If anything, the shorts just made him look fatter.  

Derek slid his hands up over the rounded, heavy globe of his belly. The light fur train the led from his belly button continued downwards, but the rest of his belly was only slightly furred. The skin was sensitive, crisscrossed with tiny stretch marks that had grown with Derek’s appetite. The sensation of tracing them sent a shiver up his spine like it always did.  

Placing a hand below the protuberance of his gut, Derek hefted it slightly, feeling both the weight and the softness. Had it only been a year ago that he had a visibly 8-pack? God, what was happening to him? 

All that playing with his belly was having a profound effect on Derek’s dick. He could feel the erection building as he shifted his hands around and pressed in and around on the soft, jiggly mound. What would Stiles say if he saw him like this? Would he be into it? Or would he only be interested in the slim, fit man Derek used to be? His dedication to feeding Derek certainly seemed to lean more towards the prior, but who was to say?  

Derek’s stomach growled loudly, and Derek was suddenly struck with how hungry he was. Hoping to be finished, Derek reached below his belly and began trying to pull up the zipper, but it wouldn’t move. He grunted and groaned and tried again and again, but the zipper stayed stubbornly unzipped, and Derek was forced to finally admit defeat. Derek’s shoulders slouched. He was still short-less. 

A knock at the fitting room door startled him and caused him to jump.  

“Everything alright in there?” asked the voice of the girl who had been helping Derek before.  

Derek looked down at the gapping fly on the shorts, then at the pooch of his belly.

“Uh...not really.” he said.  

“Are those sizes not working out for you?” she asked.  

Derek flushed, feeling embarrassed that his inability to fit into the largest pair the store sold was basically being broadcast to the other shoppers. “...No.”  

There was a slap of fabric and buttons as a pair of khaki shorts was thrown over the door. “I found a pair in our stock room that someone ordered and then returned. They’re a size up from the once I gave you. Do you want to try them on?” 

Derek seized the shorts like a lifeline, tugging them over the door. “Uh, yeah. Thanks,” he grunted.  

“You’re welcome!” the girl called chipperly. 

Derek held up and looked at the shorts, checking the tag. 40”. Jesus, was this who he was now? 

Fumbling with the button at his waist, Derek undid the 38’s and pushed them down his legs. The fabric peeled off like lycra, and he wondered why he thought he was going to get them to fit as he pushed them the rest of the way off with his feet. He picked up the shorts and threw them on the stack of the other rejects, not even bothering to try and fold them.  

Finally, he unfolded the 40’s and put his feet into the leg holes. He slid them up his legs where they tautly, but not tightly, fit around his butt. The button at the waist still took a little bit of finagling to get to close, but when he had the shorts buttoned and the zipper zipped, he found that the shorts were already 10 times more comfortable than the last pair, even if they did pull a little bit.  

Derek looked at himself in the mirror. Sure, his stomach still pooched out over the waistband, but they weren’t ridiculously tight like the others, and they didn’t give him a crazy muffin-top. He could wear these to the picnic. Then after Monday, maybe he could look into getting back into shape.  

Derek turned and checkout out his butt in the shorts, noting how they hugged the curve in a visually appealing way. Okay, so his shape wasn’t that bad. 

Now that he had a pair of shorts that fit, Derek felt relieved. It only took a few minutes for Derek to take off the shorts and put his pants back on, then head to the register with the 40’s on his arm. Checkout was pretty painless as well. No one commented on the shorts’ size. Before he knew it, Derek was walking out of the clothing store with his purchase and a smile on his face. A smile that carried him straight to the food court where he promptly bought a half-dozen Cinnabon. His diet didn’t start until Tuesday, right? Besides, he deserved a reward for dealing with the crowds at the mall. 

*** 

Monday dawned bright and clear, no hint of cloud or threat of rain, which was a good thing, as Derek knew Stiles had put a lot into the outdoor event. The successful shopping trip had left Derek feeling a little better about his prospects of talking to Stiles. Sure, his waist was definitely larger than he had thought, but the more Derek looked at himself in the mirror, the more he liked his “curves.” He liked the feeling of power that his size gave him, liked how broad and intimidating he looked. He also liked how his body felt; how sensitive his belly and his chest were; how his body moved when he walked.  

He had worked out in his building’s gym on Sunday and the definite bounce his chub gave every time he made a circuit on the elliptical machine left him feeling more keyed up at the end of the workout then he’d ever been before. He’d had to cut his weight routine short for fear of revealing just how much his body excited him. It was a new feeling, and one Derek wasn’t exactly sure what to do with, but he was willing to go with it.  

When he was dressed in his new shorts and a short-sleeve button down shirt, Derek found that he felt more confident. The way the plaid fabric of his shirt hugged his rounded gut and love handles was satisfying to his eye the way a tapered shirt used to be on his trimmer frame. And with his new-found confidence, Derek was hopeful that Stiles just might, MIGHT, reciprocate his feelings. 

Derek took one last deep breath, and headed out the door.  

*** 

Walking up to the park where the Annual Hale Memorial Day Picnic was being held, Derek couldn't help but smile. The park was full of Stiles’s little touches, from the giant picnic blanket, to the towering chocolate fountain, to the inflatable obstacle course. It reminded him of coming to picnics with his family when he was younger, a thought that brought up bittersweet memories of his parents mingling seamlessly with both investors and employees, his siblings playing sports and games on the open grass fields with the other employees’ children, the music and food and fun all around him. It was a little overwhelming, and Derek was the only one to arrive yet.  

Well, not the only one. Out among the decorations and seating areas, Derek could see Stiles giving instructions and orchestrating the chaos as last-minute set-up was done, food was delivered and set out, and final preparations were made. Stiles was the man that had brought back the feeling of Derek’s parent’s company, and Derek needed to tell him how he felt.  

Striding bravely up to the man’s back, Derek tried to think of what he could say, how he could convey what he was feeling. All too soon he was right behind Stiles. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Stiles turned around.  

“Hey Scott...” the man greeted, then stopped, his face morphing from a nervous smile to a look of surprise. “You’re not Scott...” 

“This is so perfect, Stiles,” Derek said, “You’re wonderful!”  

Stiles immediately blushed, which Derek can’t help but find adorable. “Oh, uh, thanks, Derek. I mean...I’m just doing my job.” 

Derek was about to reply when Stiles’s phone goes off.  

“Uh, sorry, I need answer this,” Stiles said, putting the phone to his ear and stepping off to the side. “Hey.” 

Derek stood there waiting. He does his best not to eavesdrop, but Stiles is right there.

“Yeah, today is the picnic. No, I knew you wouldn’t be able to make it, it’s okay. I still want you to meet everybody eventually. Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be home around ten or so. You don’t have to wait up for me. Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight then. Okay, love you.” 

Derek felt his stomach dropping more and more with each sentence. Did Stiles have a significant other? Why hadn’t Derek heard about it? Obviously they were serious enough if Stiles wanted them to meet all his coworkers. God, no wonder Stiles seemed put-off by Derek’s comment. 

Before Stiles could turn back around, Derek had quickly moved away. He had made a beeline for the giant chocolate fountain, and was using it to block himself from Stiles’s view.  

God, Derek was such an idiot. Of course someone like Stiles would already have someone. People like Stiles didn’t wait around for guys like Derek to come to them. He probably met someone thin and happy and talkative who liked going out and didn’t spend all his time working.  

Derek looked at the piles of fruit and sponge cake skewers that were set up next to the chocolate fountain. Maybe Derek wouldn’t make a fool out of himself again if he kept his mouth full.  

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 2 - Scott

- by @sterekchub

Scott used both hands to lift up the mass of his belly, watching it wobble when he let go, hanging over the waistband of his boxers. Since Stiles had joined the company, Scott’s work experience, and his waistline, had only improved. His gut had taken the brunt of the weight, abs slowly vanishing behind layer after layer of blubber, forming the rounded mass that sat heavily in his lap. The rest of him had also started to thicken up and soften. His arms and thighs were starting to get softer, losing their muscular definition. Even his chest and ass had started plumping up and rounding out. He had weighed himself a few weeks ago, a gluttonous, burning desire to see just how much he had gained. 265. Almost ninety pounds in a little over a year. The number had shocked him, although Scott hadn’t decided if the surprise was from the number being lower or higher than what he had expected. He had been fully aware of the weight steadily piling onto his once fit frame. The office job had made him sedentary. As Theo had rightly taken to calling him, Scott really was turning into a greedy, fat pup. He had no motivation to really workout and happily accepted the consequences of that. He had gone to the company gym a few times with Theo or another coworker, but usually Scott was too full from lunch, or his constant snacking, to do anything but sit on a bench. Not that he could blame the lack of exercise alone on his substantial gain. Really, it was the constant supply of food that was truly widening his frame. Scott felt constantly overfed; his belly always stuffed and pleasantly full throughout the day. It was a rare occurrence for Scott to ever turn down food when it was offered to him. Stiles had been, and still was, the main enabler of Scott’s newfound food addiction. The donuts Stiles brought in the morning. The extra pastries Theo brought by his desk. Catered lunches. Going out to lunches with Theo or Stiles, always at local places that offered very heavy and hearty portions. Plates of desserts that seemed to appear on his desk. Bringing home office leftovers for dinner. It made him thankful he sat at a desk almost all day. Walking around with a stuffed and distended belly was a laborious task. His widening thighs and belly were starting to give him a waddling gait. Thankfully, some of his coworkers seemed more than willing to bring him more food when he was feeling too lethargic and full to get up. Scott had a feeling the company outing Stiles had planned for them all was going to be another day of indulgent excess. Once Scott could find an appropriate outfit and get himself to the event. He had been standing in his boxers in front of his closet for almost twenty minutes, staring at the clothes in the back of his closet. Out of his remaining shorts and shirts, he was sure most - if not all - would no longer fit him. Most of the clothes in the back of his closet were from last summer. As Scott had gone up at three pant sizes in the last year – four, if he was truly honest with himself, because the pants he had worn to work that week had started to pinch – he hardly expected his summer attire from last season to fit. Scott did monthly wardrobe purges, usually donating the clothes he outgrew, provided the buttons were still intact. His office attire had all been updated with his waistline, but this was the first informal, picnic party from the company, so he could no longer prolong trying on his summer outfits. And a part of him felt a warm flush in his lower belly. There was a guilty pleasure at wanting to know just how much he had gained since his first year at Hale & Hale. His curiosity was growing to see just how tight these old clothes were. Scott wondered if he could suck in his middle and get the buttons fastened or if he had grown too fat for even that to work. The first pair of shorts got halfway up his thighs before they refused to go up any further, seams starting to rip as Scott kept tugging them inch by inch further up. The second pair was no better. The third and fourth pairs made it up his thighs, but then adamantly refused to stretch across his gut enough to button, fleshy belly spilling out in front of him. With the pile of discarded clothes mounting, Scott was getting desperate. Grabbing the stretchiest pair he could find, Scott shuffled over to the bed. Lying on his back, trying desperately to suck in his stomach, the buttons finally just met enough to fasten. His belt, which had already been stretched and poked to add additional holes, proved to be too small. Thankfully, his pants were tight enough that Scott could do without the belt. He debated back and forth in front of the mirror a few times about how to wear his shirt. Tucked in, the T-shirts only called attention to his muffin top and the way his belly stuck out several inches and hung over his waistband. Untucked it revealed the bottom few inches of his bulging belly anytime he moved. He tried pulling and stretching the shirt a few more times and then gave up. Everyone at the office knew how big Scott had been getting. None of them seemed to mind – or be immune themselves from extra weight adding on to their frames. Rushing out the door, Scott wondered how much bigger he would be if he kept up his eating habits for another year. Or another. Probably for as long as Stiles stayed the happiness director, Scott was going to continuing gaining. He hoped Stiles had plenty of food prepared at the picnic. He was feeling ravenous.

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Hey everybody! It’s that time! Time to share our chubby!kink love! Time to GET BEACHED!

Today, July 1st, is the first day of the event. Please remember for every post for the event, event if you’re just posting some chubby kink art or a story, not following the prompt challenge, you should tag your posts with #get-beached so we can track and reblog everything!

If you are participating in the prompt challenge, today and tomorrow are two-scoop days, so please also tag your posts with the prompts you’re using.

If you used the random prompt generator, you can add a #rpg.

Please also tag any fandom, character names, OCs, and sensitive subject matter.

We look forward to seeing your amazing contributions and hope you all enjoy the event!

Now go out there and GET BEACHED!

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Just a little reminder that we are now officially less than two weeks away from our first annual Chubby!kink event and we are super excited!

What is Beached?

Prompts List

Random Generator (for those who like a little challenge with their kink)

If you have any questions at all, please feel free to leave an ask or message and we will be more than happy to help you. We want this to be as fun and stress free as possible!

And if you’re a little stumped on ideas. Please feel free to join us on the chubby!kink discord server to chat! We have plenty of members who would be happy to toss around ideas and help you figure out what do to!

And if you haven’t already, please be sure to follow us so you don’t miss out on any of the fabulous chub love we hope this 8 day event will bring.

Happy Creating!!

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Hey Tumblr! Are you someone who finds chubby characters attractive? Do you enjoy imagining a character eating their fill and getting a pot belly? Is fan-art of your favorite character with a little extra padding your jam? Then have we got an event for you!

Introducing BEACHED; A Chubby!Kink Summer Event!

- What is BEACHED? BEACHED is a week-long event that will be running July 1st-July 8th 2018, where writers, artist, and other content creators can post their fanart, fanfiction, or other content about their favorite chubby characters, or their favorite characters getting chubby! We are celebrating chubby!kink in fandom!

- Who can participate? Anyone! We want to celebrate chubby characters and chubby kink in fandom with anyone and everyone who wants to!

- How does it work? During the week of July 1st-July 8th 2018, post your content with the tags #get-beached and whatever the daily tag is for that day, as well as any other fandom, character, or prompt tags you would like to add. We will be tracking those tags, so we will reblog those posts so that anyone following this blog can see them! Fanfics (and any other content) can also be posted to AO3 in the collection “Get Beached 2018.”

- What’s special about this event? Why can’t I just post whatever I want whenever? So glad you asked! You are more than welcome to post your art/writing/content whenever you choose! We love and promote all chubby content! This event is a special time for us as content creators to come together to celebrate our favorite chubby characters, all under one giant beach umbrella! Plus, there’s a little bit of a challenge.

- What challenge? The challenge for Beached! is based on the idea of a build-your-own-sundae bar. We have a collection of mini-prompts (flavors) that you can combine to make up your content. Starting July 1st & 2nd, you should pick two mini-prompts to combine in your content. Every two days, we add another scoop, so July 3rd & 4th are three-scoop days (pick three mini-prompts), July 5th & 6th are four-scoop days, and then July 7th & 8th are massive, multi-scoop sundae days! Combine as many mini-prompts as you want! The more you can combine, the more fun we get to have! Want a bit of an extra challenge? Use the random-prompt generator for some added fun!

- What are mini-prompts? Mini-prompts are little jumping-off points that can set up a situation or event for the background setting or trigger of your character’s weight gain or chubby-centric activity. All of our mini-prompts are beach or summer themed for this event, so you might have a mini-prompt like, “last year’s bathing suit” and combine it with “beach party,” or maybe you’ll combine “ice cream vendor” with “summer job weight gain” and “patron/staff relationship”. We know making art and writing stories takes time, so we wanted to give everyone as much time as possible to get a head start, so all our mini-prompts are already posted. See the full list of Mini-prompts here.

- Can I use OCs? (Own Characters) This event is fandom-centric, so the focus should be on already established characters from existing fandoms. If you want to have an OC interact with a known character from a fandom, that’s okay, but please tag your content with #OC.

- What about vore/mpreg/macro/etc.? We understand that a lot of people into chubby!kink are also into other things. Please make sure that you are tagging your content posts if you choose to include these other kinks so other people who are not into them can avoid things that they may find squicky. We are very big supporters of “don’t like, don’t look,” but it never hurts to be proactive.

- Is there anything that is not allowed? Please avoid things such as hard vore, rape, or pedophilia. If you are unsure, please ask us! We are happy to clarify anything that anyone may be unsure about!

- What if I need help getting inspiration or working through an idea? Please feel free to join us on the chubby!kink discord server to chat! We have plenty of members who would be happy to toss around ideas and help you figure out what do to! https://discord.gg/DUHJaza

- When can I start creating? Now! Please go ahead and get started! We wanted to give everyone as much time as we could so they didn’t feel rushed. The event is just about posting it all during the one week so we can celebrate our love of chub together!

- What if I have more questions? Please, just ask! We are happy to answer any questions!

We hope to see everyone participating come July! Happy creating!

(Special thanks to @azurarainstuff for making the awesome graphic!)

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This is an awesome artist who drew the header for our blog and if you can’t commission, please reblog! And even if it’s just a black and white, I know she would appreciate the help!

Azurarain Commissions!

Any fandom, any character! Examples are to show technique—you will receive a full sized picture. Any questions don’t be shy! Shoot me an ask, message or email at azurarain@hotmail.com

I’d really, really appreciate it!

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 2 - Stiles

- by @chrhodes

It was a big day for Stiles.

It has been almost a year since his recruitment. He created a lot of events for the staff: after-work socials, retreats, breakfasts...

He didn’t have anything to prove to his bosses. Even Lydia had told him after the ski retreat last February that he was a good asset and that his work was satisfactory (which sounded more like he was doing a perfect job because Lydia Martin’s standards are the highest).

So yes, he didn’t have anything to prove anymore.

But today was different. It was huge. He was organizing the Hale’s Memorial Day garden party. A party hosted by Derek, for all the employees and some of the most important investors of the company.

Stiles admitted to Scott and Isaac how intimidated he was by that during their daily lunch break at the burger restaurant. Scott told him between two burgers that he shouldn’t worry about it and that it would be good anyway. Isaac agreed, adding that Derek always found Stiles’s work perfect.

Even Jackson told him, in his jackassly-friendly way, to stop worrying, because “if you’re worried, Stilinski, you won’t be able to produce a satisfying level of happiness for me then my work would suffer from it.”

Stiles had nearly chocked when he saw the last year’s budget for the party as Peter was giving him the company’s credit card. When he pointed out the cost of such an extravagant party, Peter just told to not worry about it and that he should not care about the expenses.

So Stiles was waiting for his colleagues to arrive at the party. He checked if everything was in order four times already, and he had to admit it was. He also outdid himself.

He created a giant picnic blanket big enough to fit fifty persons, hundreds of cushions, picnic baskets filled with food, a cocktail bar, a smoothie bar, an ice cream bar, and an impressive seven-foot chocolate fountain. There were games and music and even an inflatable obstacle course for the employees’ kids to enjoy.

He checked his phone to see that Scott was on his way. As self-declared best friend, he told Stiles he was coming a bit earlier to support him in this big moment.

Erica sent him a text asking which outfit was the most appropriate for the party.

Isaac asked him if he needed any help.

Theo, that creeper, tried to call him. Ugh...

Jackass demanded a parking place for his Porsche close to the entrance.

As he was answering each of them, he felt a presence behind him. Certainly Scottie.

“Hey Scott...” as he looked up, he was surprised. “You’re not Scott...”

“This is so perfect Stiles,” the man said. “You’re wonderful.”

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 1 - Danny

- by @Gluttonyngreed

Danny could always be found in front of a computer screen. That’s what he got paid for. He wasn’t head of IT for nothing. He was always sitting at his desk, tapping away at his keyboard like his life depended on it. 

The rapid movement of his fingers worked well with the other members of the office. Danny wasn’t much of a talker, and the steady stream of noise coming from the constant tapping of the keyboard managed to prevent conversations from ever starting. 

When the new Happiness Producer came to his desk holding a small container of shortbread, however, he stopped and looked up. He didn’t usually have treats often, caring for his physique and health, but it seemed that this new employee, Stiles Stilinski, had a fondness for sweet things and particularly, putting them on Danny’s desk.

And not just his, everyone working at the office was being delivered generous amounts of food from the new Happiness Producer, but no one was arguing. 

Danny gave him a faint smile and a short wave when he came and put the container next to his computer, with Stiles reciprocating far more enthusiastically. He was definitely producing happiness, alright. Danny enjoyed seeing a happy face once in a while, rather than the constant flow of numbers and letters on his glowing screen that he stared at for hours at a time. 

Danny raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s a lot of shortbread.”

Stiles shrugged, klutzy and jittery as usual. “Well, yeah I mean- You know, they’re small and stuff. And you can always share them! Or you don’t have to, that’s fine too-“

Danny stared at him. “Thanks, Stiles.” He said nonchalantly, sliding the container closer to himself. Stiles watched him, fidgeting a little. 

“Well, I need to go, head off. Enjoy the shortbread, Mr. -uh.”

“Danny is fine.”

“Cool, alright. See you later then, Danny.” 

As Stiles turned to leave, Danny clicked open the container and put a small cube of shortbread in his mouth, his taste buds coming alive with the sweet flavour. To his own surprise, he was greatly enjoying the food that Stiles was bringing in, even if he’d only been around for a short amount of time. 

Danny’s arm soon fell into a back and forth rhythm in between typing on his computer; lifting shortbread from the container, to his mouth, and back again. He didn’t know where Stiles was getting his food from, but it was pretty good. He’d missed breakfast that morning, needing to be in the office early to finish off some of the previous day’s work, and his stomach was very thankful for finally being fed. 

Danny put his hand into the container to fish for another shortbread, but to his disappointment, the tips of his fingers were greeting with plastic. Within the past half an hour, Danny had unconsciously snacked into the entire container of shortbread as he worked. He wasn’t exactly full, but all the sugar rested heavily in his stomach. He let out a small sigh and packed away the container, subtly pretending that he didn’t just eat all of that shortbread by himself, and in one sitting. 

He wondered what Stiles would be bringing him tomorrow. 

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The Offices of Hale and Hale - Round 1 - Derek & Peter

- by @chubby-derek-and-friends & @zandaxesfox

Derek cautiously tugged his shirt down and gave a nervous look at himself in the mirror. Regretfully, despite having come in to measure him and Isaac nearly a week before, the tailor had yet to appear with an updated wardrobe, and he could drastically use that update tonight. Tonight, being the standing dinner he had with Peter every Friday.

"Maybe he won't notice," Derek muttered to himself as his eyes roamed over his newly arising curves. The buttons were even more taut then then had been last week, and his ribbed undershirt definitely revealed itself in the football-shaped gaps that appeared when he sat down. Derek couldn’t help running a finger over the overtaxed buttons, feeling a slight thrill, before returning to his focus on getting ready. Maybe Peter wouldn’t say anything? Derek snorted as he quickly straightened his tie to hide the puckering fabric. "Yeah, right." He pulled on his jacket and headed out the door.

Upon arriving at the steakhouse, Derek was greeted by the hostess who guided him to their usual table. Number 12, situated between the kitchen and the fireplace. When he got there and thanked the hostess with a charming smile, he saw a distinctly softer Peter having found his way through most of what had been an appetizer plate. Derek took in the rounded face and protruding belly his uncle had grown, thinking about the bills he had reviewed for the company credit cards, and suddenly knew exactly where all those funds were going. At least if Peter decided to be an ass, Derek had his own ammunition.

Derek began to seat himself, but Peter reached a hand across to shake, making Derek bow over the table awkwardly. He could feel the way the snug shirt pulled at his stomach and knew his uncle could see it too when he smirked.

"Ah, Derek, I see you are definitely making use of our Happiness Producer?”

Withdrawing his hand, Derek slid down into his seat, and quickly spread his napkin over his lap.

"At least as much use as you are of your expense accounts," he replied, his smile stiff. "Maybe Stiles should be focusing more on you."

Peter frowned. “Are you spying on me, nephew? He asked.

Derek’s smile relaxed slightly. “Of course not, Peter. But I do review the expense accounts when I’m notified by accounting of…unusual activity on our CFO’s card.

Derek leaned forward and stabbed the last cheese-stuffed mushroom from the appetizer plate with a fork before Peter could, popping it into his mouth with satisfaction.

Peter raised his eyebrows. “I see. And are you going to chastise me for my spending?”

Derek shook his head and swallowed the delicious mouthful. “A couple burgers and a few buckets of fried chicken are hardly bank-breaking,” Derek said, “though I do think you should let Stiles do more menu-planning for you if that’s what you’re been eating recently.

Peter leaned back and resumed his normal Cheshire grin. "Oh, he takes care of me just fine," Peter teased, causing Derek to frown.

"Peter, I swear, if you are being inappropriate with an employee..."

"Relax, dear nephew, relax," Peter interrupted, "I am doing no such thing. Besides, I don't believe our dear Stiles would put up with any such treatment. Do you?"

Derek furrowed his brow, recalling the way Stile had rebuked Jackson outside his office earlier that week. None of them had known that Derek had come back in late to review some paperwork for the latest merger, but Derek had been impressed with how easily Stiles had stood up to Jackson's bullying. He very much doubted that Stiles would accept the same from Peter either. At least not unless it were reciprocated.

"Hmm." Derek answered non-commitally.

Changing the subject to the acquisition of a small chain of corner stores, Derek did his best to keep the idea of Peter and Stiles out of his mind. The merger seemed to distract Peter well enough. Although, it was small, and had little to do with their main enterprise, the extra support of a small business could relieve some pressure from the economic stresses the company was handling, if all went well. And if there was one thing Peter loved to talk about more than his...extra-curricular activities, it was money.

Having been coming to this restaurant weekly for several years, the staff had Derek and Peter's orders memorized. Or at least Derek thought they did, until the waiter arrived with two rather obscenely-large steaks, each having its own caesar salad and fully-loaded baked potato.

"Oh, I don't think this is mine," Derek said as they placed the slab of meat in front of him. His usual dinner was much more demure in portion size.

"Relax, dear nephew, I updated your order," Peter said, already cutting into his own steak. "I figured with your appetite, you would need a little bit more to be satisfied."

Derek frowned, but cut into the steak anyways, finding it cooked perfectly. His stomach growled as he smelled the delicious food, and he decided that this time he wouldn't try to fight Peter.

Peter began talking in short bites, between bites of food. "We need to invest a...small amount of...funds into the head store..." He barely seemed to be taking time to breathe as he shoveled steak and potato into his mouth, bloating up his cheeks.

Derek watched the older man with something between shock and fascination. He continued to eat his own food at a decidedly slower rate, Peter's antics having enthralled him.

"The larger...return we will get...from the growth of the...flagship store will..."

Derek could hardly pay attention to what Peter was saying, transfixed by the way Peter demolished the food in front of him. Derek quickly shook his head and tried to focus on his own delicious steak, the juicy tender meat practically melting on his tongue and the buttery baked potato providing a welcome contrast.

Derek nodded occasionally, trying to keep himself from staring, but he couldn't help glancing up between his own mouthfuls to watch Peter's display. Peter had made his way halfway through what had to be an 18 oz steak and did not seem inclined to slow down, though Derek could almost understand that urge as he ate his own meal. The quality of the food at this steakhouse was never disappointing, matching the quality of food that Stiles always brought in to the office, though at quite a higher price than what Stiles seemed to be able to achieve when he ordered. One day Derek was going to have to ask the man how he managed to get such great deals. Of course, that would require Derek to maybe talk to Stiles outside of their occasional quick brushes. Maybe…maybe Derek could ask Stiles to double his lunch order one day and share with him? Would that be inappropriate? Derek had business lunches all the time but none of his colleagues made him feel quite like Stiles did when he smiled at Derek. That was maybe concerning.

"Derek? Are you even listening?"

Derek blinked, unsure when he had drifted off, but his and Peter’s plates were both empty and his stomach was heavy and full.

"No, I was listening Peter," Derek said, leaning back. His stomach protruded proudly. Peter looked to be in a similar position, his own stomach bloated. Derek closed his eyes for a moment to stop himself from staring as Peter hypnotically rubbed his turgid stomach. Derek definitely felt food-drunk. "Sorry, I got distracted."

Looking for a way to escape, he glanced towards the bathroom. "Just give me a moment, I'll be right back."

Peter rolled his eyes, already grabbing for the dessert menu the waiter had placed on the side of the table. "I do hope that wasn't too much for you, dear nephew."

Derek grunted as he stood up, carefully trying to keep his stomach muscles held in as he made his way quickly to the restroom. His breathing was labored from the heavy meal he had packed into stomach. Once he had made his way into a stall, he allowed himself to breathe out, his gut pushing out proudly. Derek rubbed his hands down the bloated sphere, feeling the slightly soft layer of fat that now covered his midsection, and beneath it, the hard lump of his dinner. Derek couldn't believe he'd eaten so much. And Peter...what had he been thinking? Maybe it was a power game? Peter loved those. Something to show him up in his eating prowess? Establish some sort of masculine dominance? Either way, Derek has successfully met the challenge, though he did feel slightly worse for wear.

At the sound of a soft ping, Derek pulled his phone out from his pants pocket, the fabric tightly resisting, and sat down on the seat with another grunt. He hoped that maybe the message would be something from the office, maybe even an emergency. Anything, really, to get him out of what he was sure would be a torturous dessert spent with Peter. In his haste to unlock his phone, however, Derek dropped the device onto the floor, wincing at the clatter, and bent down to pick it up. He grunted as his stomach was compressed again, his overstuffed belly impeding the motion as he leaned forward to grasp the device. Just as he wrapped his fingers around the plastic case, he heard a series of other noises.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Derek quickly sat back up and moved his had to where he could now feel the relief of tension where three of his shirt buttons had decided to vacate. He stood up in horror and exited the stall to look at himself in the mirror, fingers feeling around the gap. Aside from his ribbed undershirt, which had risen up, there was now a sliver of slightly furred belly which was open to the air.

Derek let his pinky slip under the hem of the shirt. Was he really this big? What was happening to him? Thoughts raced through his mind as he rubbed his bared belly, feeling a tingle with each stroke. What would Stiles say?

A flush from the stall behind him knocked Derek out of his introspection and he realized that he would have to go back out there to deal with Peter. Shit.

***

Peter sat back from the table, sighing as he continued to rub his swollen stomach. The meal had been quite satisfying, even if his nephew hadn't really held up his end of the conversation. Peter tapped the folded dessert menu on the edge of the table as he pondered his nephew's behavior. Derek had seemed...distracted. Peter wasn't sure if he had seen Derek distracted in quite some time. And with the way Derek had responded to Peter's quip about Stiles taking care of him, Peter believed he knew exactly what was keeping his nephew's attention.

Peter felt the contents of his stomach shift slightly and quickly stifled a burp into his fist, finding some relief in the release of pressure, though he still felt well and truly stuffed. He smacked his lips slightly, still able to taste the savory steak and buttery potato on his tongue. Perhaps Derek was right. Maybe he should allow Stiles to do a little bit more meal planning for him, instead of the fast food runs he'd been sending the boy on. Though, a good cheap burger or a pile of fried chicken still satisfied something in him. Maybe there could be something of a compromise...

The waiter chose that moment to approach the table, his eyes widening at the completely empty plates that Peter and Derek had left behind. "I see you gentlemen enjoyed your dinner?" the young man asked.

"Quite," Peter smiled, "though I still believe I could do with something...sweet."

The waiter nodded, smiling, and began to stack the plates to clear them. "Of course, Mr. Hale. Do you need a few minutes to look over the dessert menu, or…”

“Oh, no, I won’t be eating dessert here this evening,” Peter interrupted, “Though I will take a slice of cheesecake and a molten chocolate cake to go. But I doubt they could satisfy my sweet tooth.”

The waiter raised an eyebrow. “I can certainly put those in for you, but is there anything else I can do to help make your meal more to your satisfaction?”

Peter smiled at the young man for a moment, not saying anything. The young man blushed a furious shade of red, but still kept his flirty smile in place.

“Of course, your response has no bearing on my impression of this fine restaurant nor on your tip this evening, but I believe that some company would make this quite a wonderful evening.” Peter stated. He slid his wallet from his pocket and withdrew enough money to cover both the tab and a healthy tip, and slid it and his card under his glass.

The waiter nodded, backing away with the plates. “Well, let me get your desserts ready for you.”

Peter watched the young man walk away, noting how fit and trim he was. It had been some time since Peter had enjoyed the company of another man, but tonight he felt the urge to give into his hedonistic needs.

Another burp burbled up and Peter again stifled it behind his fist, the action returning his thoughts to where they were previously. Derek and his…distraction. It wouldn’t do to let Derek become too distracted. After all, they had a business to run. Maybe he should have a word with Stiles about that. Peter pulled up his phone and quickly tapped out an email to Stiles requesting a meeting with him on Monday. He likely wouldn’t get a reply until the next day at least, but why waste time?

When he looked back, up, Peter was greeted by the site of the waiter returning with two paper bags.

“Your desserts, Mr. Hale,” he said, setting them down.

Peter looked into the bags, finding not two, but three containers. “I think you gave me someone else’s box,” Peter told the waiter.

“Oh, no, that’s definitely all yours,” the waiter said with a wink, “I wanted to make sure you had enough to satisfy you later.”

Peter smiled, noting how the waiter had picked up his card and was sliding it into his pocket. “Ah, wonderful.”

“Will there be anything else?” the waiter asked.

“That’s all,…for now.” Peter said, setting the bags down by his chair.

The waiter smiled and left, leaving Peter to again enjoy the view as he walked away.

***

Derek returned to the table from the bathroom with his hand firmly holding his jacket closed over his stomach.

“Uh, something’s come up, Peter, so I have to…”

“That something wouldn’t have anything to do with the way you’re holding your jacket closed would it?” Peter asked.

Derek blushed.

“Hmmm, yes, I’m not surprised, dear nephew,” Peter chided, “You may want to call Antonio and ask him to add some growing room to your newest order.”

Derek’s eyebrows furrowed angrily. “Are you spying on me now?” Derek asked.

Peter laughed. “Of course not, Derek. Always so suspicious. I just happened to have called Antonio for a wardrobe update myself and he mentioned coming to see you. Now I can see why.”

Derek still wore an unhappy, if less thunderous expression.

Peter stood up, straightening his jacket. His own belly was bloated and protruding.

“Well, I have already taken care of the check,” Peter said, “And I took the liberty of ordering dessert to go for both of us. I know how much you enjoy their cheesecake.

Derek wanted to protest, but his mouth was slightly watering at the thought of the creamy dessert, so he held back. “Thank you,” he ground out.

Peter smiled pleasantly and leaned down to pick up both bags of food which the waiter had brought out for them, but he stood up quickly when both men heard a ripping noise.

Derek smirked as took a bag from his uncle. “It seems I’m not the only one with a wardrobe malfunction this evening, hmm?”

Peter has slid his hand around to his rear end where his pants now sported a large tear.

“Good night, Peter.” Derek turned and left, enjoying the embarrassed look on Peter’s face, and knowing he would treasure it for a long time.

[chubby-teen-wolf-campfire]

A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - February Epilogue - Part 1 of 3

- by @chubby-derek-and-friends

Stiles smiled as the elevator opened on the floor to Derek’s loft. He was a little nervous for what he had planned. Sure, his spell to bring the pack together had had some rather unexpected results. The way Stiles’s belly shifted when he stepped out of the elevator was evidence enough of that. The two phone calls he’d received had been another unexpected consequence, one that he hoped would lead to some healing and maybe even some pack growth. (Hehe, growth)

Stiles paused in the hallway. If everything went right tonight, maybe he could eventually tell the rest of the pack about his role in the initial inception of events. Even though he had the best of intentions, they could all still be mad at him.

Stiles took a deep breath to calm himself. Stiles knew that his pack deserved to know the truth from him, especially with how close they had all gotten, but he also knew that his wolves deserved the best, and for Valentine’s Day that meant some very special dates.

The elevator door closed soundlessly behind Stiles and he couldn’t help but think back to its creaky, failure prone predecessor. Another good thing to come out of Derek and Scott’s impressive growth was the necessity for Derek to finally have the elevator in the building overhauled. He had also had the flooring and structure of the loft reinforced, and the spiral staircase replaced by a much wider, sturdier staircase. Not that it hadn’t been entertaining to watch Derek struggle to un-wedge his beautiful, big, wide hips and bouncing ass from the handrail that first time he’d come back to the loft after their jaunt in the woods. But despite the literal game of grab-ass Stiles had gotten to play that night (or how much they both enjoyed the activities that followed), they both knew Derek would need access to the loft’s upper floor sooner or later.

Stiles smirked at the memory of that night as he let himself into the loft proper.

“Hunnies, I’m home!” He called jokingly. He dropped his keys into the bowl by the door and made his way into the loft, following the sound of the TV to where Derek sat, snacking.

Another good thing to all the upgrading at the loft had been the chance for a little re-designing. Where they had at first just arranged a collection of mattresses on the floor of the loft for maximum cuddling and easy alpha relaxation after a good stuffing, there was now a built-in u-shaped lounge area with proper, heavy duty upholstered backing and mattress-like cushions that allowed for both easier sitting when eating, and an easier time of getting up once the heavy, bloated feeling the alphas both suffered had abated. And, of course, there was now a massive entertainment center that faced the seating area for pack movie nights, video game playing, or just some mindless vegging while mindlessly eating.

Which is exactly how Stiles found Derek. The massive alpha was sprawled back in the center of the cushion, watching an episode of DS9 and eating from a bag of corn chips.

“Hey! I thought I told you there would be food!” Stiles said, snatching the bag from next to Derek. The alpha looked at Stiles in surprise.

“When did you get here?” Derek asked.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Like, two minutes ago, big guy,” he snarked, “I guess you couldn’t hear me over the sound of your stomach.” Stiles shook the bag (mostly empty) of corn chips angrily.

Derek reached out for the bag, but Stiles held them out of his reach, which caused Derek to pout. Adorably. Fuck, Stiles would never not fall for that man and his ridiculous lips. Or that massive belly, which at least was attired in the massive dress shirt Jackson’s tailor had made for the evening. Green, to bring out Derek’s eyes.

Stiles handed back the bag with a sigh. “At least you’re dressed.” He said, then looked down and Derek’s chubby bare feet sticking out of his black dress pants. “Well, mostly dressed.”

“Ah coohuh reeh” Derek said with a mouthful of chip crumbs.

Stiles smiled and reached forward to put his hand on Derek’s big, heavy belly, rubbing the proudly bulging flesh with affection. “I can guess what got in the way. Where are your socks and shoes?”

Derek pointed across the loft to the reinforced dining room chair that sat pulled out from the table, then put the bag to his lips and tilted it to catch all the chip crumbs.

Stiles snorted, walking over to grab the missing clothes and bring them back to Derek. “Is Scott almost ready?” he asked, dropping down to sit between Derek’s spread feet.

“Ee ah a-hin...” Derek started.

“Swallow, big guy,” Stiles interrupted, rolling up one of the black dress socks, preparing to put it over Derek’s foot.

Derek gulped audibly, then again, before speaking, “He was taking a shower. Should be done soon.”

Stiles nodded, sliding the sock over Derek’s chubby toes and up his foot, before rolling it up his calf. “And do you know where Jackson is?”

“He said he would be here at 7, and to stop bothering him, and that I shouldn’t let you boss me around so much,” Derek said.

Stiles snorted again. “He really doesn’t understand the way our relationship works, does he?” Stiles asked, sliding the other sock over Derek’s other foot.

“And how is that?” Derek asked.

Stiles smiled at the slightly petulant tone in Derek’s voice, as he slid an extra-wide dress shoe over Derek’s toes. “Well, you let me have whatever I want-push!”

Derek pushed back against Stiles as he slipped the shoe up over Derek’s heel. “Is that so?”

“Uh huh,” Stiles said, turning to the other foot, “And I make sure that you want for nothing-push.”

Derek and Stiles both grunted as Stiles slipped the other shoe on then fell back into Derek’s stomach. Stiles twisted, scooting back a little so his own plush belly and love handles were pushing into Derek’s much larger gut, and leaned into Derek’s massive chest. “Isn’t that right, big guy?” Stiles leaned in and kissed Derek, taking an extra moment to lick the salt from Derek’s lips and cheeks and chin.

Derek burped softly from the pressure of Stiles leaning into his stomach, making Stiles smirk. “I guess so,” Derek said softly, rubbing his hands over Stiles shoulders. The two of them stared at each other and Stiles couldn’t help the way his heart sped up, the way it always did when he thought about how lucky he was that he got to have this with Derek Hale. He loved Scott, always would, but it was different with Derek. Being with Scott felt like playing, like something fun and silly. Being with Derek…it felt different. More passionate, more intense, but also more connected. Derek smiled as Stiles continued to stare.

“Hey, are you guys getting Valentine’s Day started without me?” Scott called, coming down the stairs. His own proud belly bounced with each step, his custom dress shirt, red for him, was still unbuttoned, so the tank top undershirt he wore was visible, stretched thin over his jiggling flesh, revealing his dark nipples and gaping belly button beneath the fabric.

Stiles and Derek both rolled their eyes fondly as Stiles sat away from Derek slightly.

“Nobody’s starting anything, Scotty. We still have to wait for Jackson to get here. And then there’s the surprise...” Stiles teased.

“Which I can’t believe you’ve managed to keep from me and Derek! I figured you’d at least tell one of us.” Scott said. His tone was somewhere between proud and whiny.

“Well, it’s a lot easier to keep a secret when I can keep distracting you guys with food,” Stiles said.

As if on cue, both Scott and Derek’s stomachs growled.

Stiles threw his head back and laughed. “Oh my god, you two are incredible.”

“Incredibly sexy, you mean,” Scott said, pushing his belly into Stiles.

“That too,” Stiles said, pushing back, his hands sinking into Scott’s soft fat until he was forced to step back.

Stiles reached around Scott’s belly and grabbed the ends of his shirt, pulling it shut over the soft, heavy flesh and began buttoning it up. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, buddy. But for right now, you need to get dressed.”

Scott whined, but started fastening the buttons over his flabby chest.

“I know, I know,” Stiles soothed, as if he were talking to a puppy, “but the sooner you guys are both dressed, the sooner you can have your surprise!”

“Ahm ahrehee dreh,” Derek mumbled.

Stiles spun around to find the larger alpha had a box of snack cakes sitting on the crest of his belly, chocolate crumbs dotting his puffed-up cheeks. “Seriously, Derek? Where were you hiding that?”

Derek swallowed, his eyebrows coming down in a v. “I wasn’t hiding them. It’s not my fault you didn’t see them next to me.”

Stiles threw up his hands and stood up, elbowing his way past Scott. The younger alpha grunted as he continued tucking his shirt into his pants. “I swear to god!” Stiles yelled, “I plan a big romantic evening for everyone, and you guys keep snacking and delaying! I don’t even know why I bother!”

Scott pouted, his patented puppy dog eyes making an appearance. “Awww, dude, we’re sorry.” The young alpha wrapped his arms around Stiles.

Derek looked down, shamefaced. He put the box to the side and shifted his bulk so he could perch his big ass on the edge of the lounge and stand. “I’m sorry, Stiles,” he said, waddling over to the other two. “I haven’t been so good with the self restraint recently. But I’m really excited for tonight!” Derek said, squishing up against Stiles’s other side.

Stiles tried to stay stern, his arms crossed and a frown on his face, but then Derek and Scott began to nuzzle and scent mark him, and he couldn’t hold the façade any longer.

“Jesus,” he huffed out, a small smile creeping onto his face, “puppies. I have two giant puppies.”

Derek and Scott rumbled happily as Stiles slid his hands along their cheeks. The three of them stood there reveling in their happiness until a voice rang out from the door.

“Oh Jesus, really you three?”

The three men turned to find Jackson standing in the doorway to the loft. His own blue dress shirt pulled tightly over his fattened form. Jackson seemed to have grown the most since that week in the woods, which is not to say that the others hadn’t continued to increase in size, but Jackson really showed the greatest expansion. His abdomen had gone from a ball gut to a full-fledged belly, with two prominent, fleshy moobs and thick, flabby arms. His face had also rounded out as well. Combined with his flair for always being well dressed, Jackson could sometimes look like an overfed mobster. His sneer didn’t really help things. It was the same sneer he wore standing in the loft doorway.

“Awww, it’s okay, Jax,” Stiles cooed, “there’s plenty of room for you in this puppy pile.”

Jackson rolled his eyes and walked into the loft, closing the door behind him. “I told you not to call me that.” He grumbled.

“Well I’m sure not gonna call you ‘son,’“ Stiles replied, “and you threatened me when I called you ‘Jackie.’ So what else am I gonna call you?”

The two alphas on either side of him chuckled, causing Jackson to glower at the trio and stop short. “You could just call me by my name,” he said, crossing his arms.

Stiles smirked and moved to stand next to the stubborn beta. “Oh, come on, Jackson,” he said, slinging an arm around Jackson’s shoulders, “you know that nicknames are a sign of affection.”

“Right,” Jackson said, rolling his eyes again, but not moving away from Stiles.

Stiles looked over at the alphas and jerked his head, indicating they should come join him. “Awww, Jax, were you jealous? You know we love you too!”

The alphas moved on cue to surround the pair, Derek pressing in on Jackson’s side and Scott on Stiles’s. Derek pressed his hand to the back of Jackson’s neck. Jackson’s face blushed, still not used to the casual affection, but he leaned into his alpha’s touch and closed his eyes. Stiles smiled.

“You look really good, too, Jackson,” Stiles said, bringing up a hand to rub the beta’s belly. “Isn’t that right, Alpha?”

Derek’s eyes flashed red at the title. “Yes he is. So big and strong and powerful,” Derek replied, his voice taking on a more gravely quality, “makes his alpha so proud.”

Jackson blushed deeper, but also couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.

“So big, Jackson, doing so well,” Scott echoed, reaching around Stiles to rub his hand down Jackson’s cheek.

Jackson whined slightly, making Stiles grin. He squeezed the beta tighter. “See? What did I tell ya?” Stiles said.

“Shut it, Stiles,” Jackson grumbled, but his tone was pretty ineffective with the pleased smile on his face. Stiles put his head onto Jackson’s shoulder and winked at Derek. Derek smiled back then moved to rub his stubbled cheek against Jackson’s. Scott did the same to Stiles from behind. Together the three wolves began to make what Stiles called their “grumble-purr.” (“It’s not a purr, Stiles!” “Then what is it?” “It’s just...a noise that werewolves make when we’re happy.” “Like a purr.” “...”) Stiles surreptitiously slid his arm down from Jackson’s shoulders to pull his phone from his pocket and shoot off a quick text.

“Alright, as much as we’re all enjoying this love-fest, I have a big night planned.” Stiles said aloud, breaking up the atmosphere.

“Way to ruin the moment, Stilinski,” Jackson groused as Derek pulled back slightly.

“Jackson...you have chocolate smeared on your cheek. You might want to go wash that off,” Stiles said.

Jackson rubbed his hand across the cheek Derek had been scent marking and pulled it away to reveal the crumbs Derek had transferred. “Oh, great!” he said, stomping off to the bathroom.

Derek rubbed his own cheek sheepishly. “Oops.”

Stiles snorted. “Alright, big guy, you go put up those snack cakes, then clean up your own face.” Stiles said to Derek. “And don’t even think about eating anymore! I’ll be watching you!” He called after Derek’s waddling form, then turned to his best friend. “And Scott, you need to get your shoes on.”

Scott waddled over to the dining table to start the task while Stiles took a look around. The loft was pretty clean. For all the eating and lounging Derek and Scott both did, Derek was still fastidious enough to keep things in pretty good order. There was even a chore wheel on the fridge to make sure everything got done. Stiles just hoped his surprise would be well received by all parties.

“Will Allison and Lydia be joining us?” Derek asked as he headed to the kitchen, holding the half-empty snack cake box in his hands.

Stiles shook his head, “nah, they said they had plans. Actually, Lydia said, ‘if you think I’m gonna waste a moment of my Valentine’s Day with your puppies when I could be spending it with my gorgeous girlfriend, then you are seriously delusional.’”

Derek snorted. Scott made a disappointed noise.

“They did say that they would be here for pack movie night on Saturday, though,” Stiles said. “That reminds me, we need to go shopping.”

It was Jackson’s turn to snort as he exited the bathroom, his face pink and freshly scrubbed. “I swear, you guys go shopping every other day.”

Stiles crossed his arms. “Well maybe we wouldn’t have to if certain people would let others know when they’d eaten all the pop-tarts!”

“Give it a rest, Stiles,” Jackson groaned.

“Never,” he countered, “there were four boxes in there, Jackson. You ate them on purpose!”

Jackson opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a knock at the door. All three werewolves immediately spun to stare at the door.

(Continue to Part 2)

[chubby-teen-wolf-campfire]

A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - February Epilogue - Part 2 of 3

- by @chubby-derek-and-friends

(Read part 1 here)

“Why didn’t we hear them come in?” Derek asked, already moving to stand in front of Stiles. The other two wolves moved to flank him, but Stiles quickly dodged around them.

“That was part of my surprise,” he said nervously. “Sorry for the scare, but I didn’t want you guys knowing they were here until...they were here.”

Scott cocked his head at Stiles. “They?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Stiles said, “um, my surprise is a person...two people...actually. And I hope you guys don’t mind them being here. They both called me a couple of weeks ago and I figured this would be a nice way to set up a reunion of sorts. If...I mean...”

“Stiles,” Derek said gently, interrupting his ramble.

Stiles nodded and took a deep breath. “So, are you guys ready?” He plastered a grin on his face.

The three wolves looked at each other, then back at Stiles. Derek nodded, and Scott said “we’re ready.”

Stiles turned and walked briskly up to the door, taking the handle in his hand. He took one more deep breath before sliding the door open. “Surprise!” He said.

The door slid open to reveal a tall blond man and a well-built tan man. Both had nervous smiles on their faces. Their eyes widened as they took in the forms of the four men inside the loft.

“Shit, Stilinski, you weren’t kidding.” Isaac said.

Stiles opened his mouth to reply but was cut off as a werewolf blurred past him, latching onto the tan-skinned man. “Danny,” Jackson whispered, squeezing his friend. Danny smiled over Jackson’s shoulder, seeming to be hugging Jackson just as tightly. “Hey, Jax,” He said.

Stiles smiled at the reunion. “Told you he would be glad to see you,” he said.

Danny rolled his eyes at Stiles but just squeezed Jackson harder instead of replying.

Stiles looked back at the other werewolves in the loft to find them both gaping slightly. Isaac was still standing in the doorway, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. "Isaac, come on inside, man," Stiles said.

Isaac slowly stepped inside. He looked sharp in a black tailored suit with a white dress shirt. He seemed unsure of who he should look to.

"Dude!" Scott said, breaking the tension, "It's so great to see you!" The young alpha came forward and wrapped the beta in a patented "Scott McCall Bone-Crushing Bear Hug." Isaac grunted, but didn't object, his arms wrapping around Scott's shoulders as some of the tension bled from his own. A smile spread across his face as he sunk into the hug.

Stiles felt a pang of old jealousy flair up, but he did his best to tamp it down. He knew this was coming, he knew that Scott and Isaac were close. It wasn't a surprise. Stiles looked to Derek to try to distract himself but was struck by the somewhat lost look on Derek's face. For the first time in a while, Stiles began to worry if he had done something incredibly wrong. He looked back at the other couples. Scott and Isaac were pulled back and talking. Jackson and Danny were still hugging in the doorway.

Silently, Stiles turned and started walking toward the kitchen. As he passed Derek, he grabbed Derek's hand and gave him a tug. "Come on, Big Guy," softly.

Derek stumbled slightly as he shifted his weight, then moved to followed Stiles, still keeping hold of his hand as they walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen in the loft was another renovation that they had done in light of the wolves' new size. Their appetites required a lot of work to keep satisfied, so likewise the kitchen needed some upgrading. A new professional grade 8-burner, 2-oven range sat along one wall, a stainless steel commercial refrigerator and freezer stood against another. Walnut cabinets full of food surrounded them, and a stainless steel table-island sat in the middle of the kitchen.

Pulling Derek into the room, Stiles waved his hand, making the room soundproof around them. It was a neat trick that Deaton had taught him when he returned, after he explained his ability to cast some of the witch's spells and the way she called him "little druid."

"You okay, Big Guy," Stiles asked, turning to face Derek.

Derek was still half-turned towards where Scott and Isaac stood talking, even though Stiles knew that Derek couldn’t possibly hear what was being said through his spell. Another pang of jealousy flashed through Stiles, and this time he wasn’t able to push it away completely. Dropping Derek’s hand, Stiles moved around the island to the large farm sink and began to rinse off the dishes that were sitting in the sink. After a moment, Stiles felt Derek’s warmth behind him.

“Stiles…”

“Hmm?” Stiles responded.

“What…what did Isaac say? When you talked to him on the phone?” Derek asked.

Stiles clenched his teeth for a moment, breathing through his nose.

“He said he felt like he needed to come home.” Stiles said.

“Did he say anything about…me?” Derek asked.

Stiles’s stomach roiled at his suspicions being confirmed. But then, he had caused all this, right? He had cast the spell which brought them together, that brought Isaac back…it was all his fault.

Stiles turned off the water and did his best to keep his voice even. “He asked if you were in town, asked if you were still an alpha. I told him you were, and that we were all…closer…as a pack.” Stiles grabbed a dish towel and dried his hands.

“Oh…Good, okay,” Derek said, “I guess that’s good.”

Stiles felt Derek’s hands as they grabbed his biceps. He felt the warmth of Derek’s body as the larger man pressed up against his back, his arms moving to wrap around him from behind, and his head coming to rest against Stiles’s shoulder. Stiles recognized the gesture as something Derek did when he was feeling insecure, seeking comfort. It made Stiles’s stomach squirm again.

“Wouldn’t…” Stiles started, his voice cracking slightly, “wouldn’t you rather be doing this with Isaac?”

Derek drew back slightly. “With Isaac? I…I haven’t talked to him in so long, I…I don’t even know how to talk to him now. How to ask for his forgiveness for what I did.”

Stiles furrowed his brow. Part of him screamed to get away, but his curiosity, like normal, won out. “What you did to him?”

Derek sighed heavily. “I figured Scott would have told you. When Isaac…when he was my beta, when everything was happening with Boyd and Erica…I knew I couldn’t keep him safe, that having him as part of my pack was like giving him a death sentence. So I did the one thing that I knew would drive him away.” Derek’s voice sounded unsteady, sick.

Stiles swallowed. “And what was that?”

“I…I yelled at him, I lashed out at him…I did all the things he feared from his father. I acted like his abuser, Stiles,” Derek said, pulling away from Stiles completely.

Stiles grabbed Derek’s forearm, spinning around. The Alpha looked so lost, so sad, that Stiles started to wonder if he had misread everything. “Wait, that’s why Isaac came to live with Scott. You pushed him away? To keep him safe?”

“I wanted him to be safe, I knew that if I kept him here, if I kept him with me, he would only be in more danger. But what I did, how I did it…” Derek shook his head, “I don’t know how to even begin to ask his forgiveness.”

“You could just ask.”

Both Derek and Stiles’s heads shot up. Isaac was standing in the kitchen doorway, Scott behind him.

“Isaac…” Derek started.

“Derek, did you think I didn’t know?” Isaac interrupted, “did you think I didn’t know what you did? Why you did it?” Isaac walked toward Derek, who stood gaping at the young beta. “Maybe not immediately, I didn’t, but when I left town, when I got away…perspective. It gave me so much perspective on everything that had happened, and then I got someone to help me, to help me process and give me tools and figure out what to do with all those feelings I had and when I looked back at what had happened, on what you did and when you did it, it was so obvious! So stupid…”

Derek looked down.

“…but so obvious, Derek! And if you think I would still hold that against you…Derek…you’re my alpha.”

Dereks head snapped up, his eyes flashing red. Isaac’s eyes flashed gold in response.

“Isaac, are you sure?” Derek asked quietly.

Isaac nodded.

Derek swallowed, and let a small smile show on his face. He opened his arms toward Isaac, and the blond man quickly moved in to wrap his arms as far as they would go around the alpha, Derek’s arms enfolding Isaac in return.

Stiles watched the scene unfold silently. He was happy for Derek, happy that Isaac had declared himself part of the pack, part of Derek’s pack, but he also couldn’t help the part of himself that was still jealous, that still worried about Derek wanting the beta more than he wanted Stiles.

Derek rubbed his cheek against Isaac, making Stiles swallow. “I…I’m gonna go check on…” Stiles started, moving sideways like he was going to leave, but a lightning fast hand grabbed him before he could move away.

Stiles stopped, looking down at the hand that held him, feeing surprise as he realized that it was Isaac, not Derek, who had stopped him. Looking back up, Stiles saw Isaac and Derek looking at him, both of them pulling back from the hug.

“Stiles, wait, I…I wanted to thank you.” Isaac said. “For helping me get back, for setting all this up. I don’t know if I would have found a way back if you hadn’t answered that call. And you know, you’re an asshole, but I missed the hell out of you too.”

Isaac immediately moved into Stiles’s space, wrapping him in a hug this time. Stiles hugged him back loosely, his face unable to hide his surprise. Derek raised a sardonic eyebrow, a broad smile on his face.

"Uh...yeah," Stiles eloquently stated, "you're welcome, dude. I mean, you're pack."

At the word pack, both Derek and Scott's eyes flashed red, and they began to rumble happily again as they moved towards Isaac and Stiles.

"Uh oh, don't look now, Isaac, but you're in for a puppy pile," Stiles said.

Isaac looked back behind him and saw both Alphas approaching. Derek slid his arms around the pair from the one side, his big, heavy belling squishing up against them as he pulled them against him. Scott did the same from the other side.

"Jesus, it's like being hugged by a couple of marshmallows," Isaac mumbled.

"A couple of big, sexy marshmallows, though," Stiles teased. Derek gave a pleased smile to Stiles and rubbed his cheek against Stiles's.

"Whoa," Stiles heard Isaac whisper.

"Isn't it great?" Scott asked from the other side, leaning in to scent-mark Isaac.

Being pressed up against Isaac, Stiles couldn't help but notice what the touch was doing to the beta. Isaac began blushing like crazy, and Stiles leaned his head back and laughed out loud.

"Oh my gosh! Isaac totally has a crush on Scott! I totally called it!" He crowed

Isaac blushed an even deeper shade of red. "Shut up, Stiles," he grumbled, and started to try to push his way out of the group hug, but Scott wasn't so keen to let go.

"Wait, really?" Scott asked. He had the biggest smile on his face. Stiles pulled back a little bit and elbowed Derek gently so he would as well, allowing Isaac and Scott a little more room.

Isaac looked at the ground. "Um, yeah, I...I kinda...do," he stammered.

"Since when?" Scott asked, amazed.

"Since...um...since 3rd grade." Isaac said.

Stiles eyes widened. "Whoa, that's a heck of a long time to have a crush!" He blurted.

Derek elbowed him in the side and coughed, "Lydia Martin."

"Oh, yeah," Stiles said, "right, sorry, ignore me."

"I know I always do," came Jackson's voice.

Three heads swiveled as Jackson and Danny came into the room. Stiles, Isaac, and Derek immediately saw that Danny and Jackson were holding hands.

"Heh, called that too," Stiles said.

Jackson rolled his eyes in response.

"I can't believe it!" Scott said. His bright eyes never leaving Isaac's face.

"I know, I always thought Danny had better taste than that," Stiles teased.

"I have a crush on you too!" Scott said.

Everyone's heads snapped back to Scott. Isaac's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no sound came out. After taking a moment to swallow and gather his thoughts, Isaac finally managed to grunt out a, "Really?"

Scott nodded happily. "Yeah! Dude, I've had a crush on you since I saw you in that leather jacket!"

"Kinky," Jackson said, but everyone else ignored him.

"So...um, I know this is kind of a last minute thing...but, do you wanna spend Valentine's Day with me?" Isaac asked.

Scott's face fell slightly, "Oh, uh, well,…" the young Alpha looked over at Stiles and Derek. Stiles gave Scott a warm smile and nodded. Derek raised an eyebrow, as if asking Scott if he were an idiot.

"Why don't you spend Valentine's Day with us?" Scott asked.

Stiles and Derek both raised eyebrows at that, but didn't comment.

"Very Kinky," Danny said.

"You too, Danny," Scott said, "I'm sure there'll be more than enough food."

At the mention of food, Derek, Scott, Jackson, and even Stiles's stomachs rumbled in hunger.

(Continue to Part 3)

[chubby-teen-wolf-campfire]

A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - February Epilogue - Part 3 of 3

(Read part 1 here) (Read part 2 here)

- by @chubby-derek-and-friends

Stiles snorted. "We're so well programmed."

"Oh, uh...okay," Isaac said.

Stiles could tell it wasn't exactly the romantic evening Isaac was thinking of, but he also knew that Isaac needed to be introduced to the bottomless pit that was Scott McCall. Stiles reached forward and put his hand on Isaac's shoulder and squeezed. "Trust me, Isaac, you and Scott will get in plenty of couple-y time tonight. After all, someone's gotta make sure he's well fed."

Isaac bit his lip, looking down at the belly pressed against him. "I...I think I can keep up."

Derek and Scott and Jackson laughed a little at that.

"What about you, Danny?" Isaac asked.

"I...may have already planned on staying." Danny said.

Jackson smiled at him, besotted. "Yeah?" He asked softly.

“Yeah, Jax," Danny replied, an equally gooey smile on his face.

"You sure you can handle all of that?" Stiles asked, gesturing at Jackson and his larger form.

Danny reached over, running his hand along the bottom curve of Jackson's belly. "I...think I could handle even more."

Jackson's eyes flashed blue, as he leaned in and captured Danny's lips in a passionate kiss.

"Super Kinky," Isaac said.

Derek snorted, then began to look around, sniffing. “What’s that?” He asked.

Stiles sniffed, his human nose not smelling anything, but Scott, Jackson, and Isaac were also scenting the air.

“Smells like…Italian?” Scott said.

“Steak,” Derek said.

“Chocolate,” Isaac added.

“And…curly fries?” Jackson asked.

“That…would be dinner,” Stiles answered. Snapping his fingers, he ended the spell on the kitchen, allowing everyone to now hear someone knocking on the front door of the loft. Everyone looked at Stiles.

“Dinner?” Derek asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah,” Stiles said, “I didn’t think releasing you guys on some unsuspecting restaurant would necessarily be the best idea. So I had the evening catered.”

They all blinked at Stiles.

“Huh, smart.” Said Jackson.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Thanks. I mean, you paid for it.”

“What?” Jackson asked.

“Well, you and Derek both. I have both your credit cards memorized.” Stiles said. Jackson looked like he might go for Stiles, but Derek just sighed, resignedly. ”So, does…somebody maybe wanna go answer that door so our food doesn’t get cold?” Stiles looked around to indicate he was somewhat trapped in the kitchen surrounded by werewolves.

Danny tugged on Jackson’s hand. “Come on Jax,” he said, pulling the werewolf out of the kitchen. Jackson kept eye contact with Stiles until he was out the door.

“Love you, Jackson,” Stiles called.

“You’re dead, Stilinski.” Came his reply.

Stiles smirked. "He totally loves me," Stiles said to the werewolves in the kitchen. Derek and Scott chuckled. Isaac just raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, Isaac," Scott said, "Let's make sure that Jackson doesn't eat all the good stuff." Scott waddled out of the kitchen.

Isaac hung back for a second, his eyes trained on Scott's retreating form. "I think I could get used to that view," he muttered.

Stiles slapped him on the ass. "Go get'em, tiger," he said.

Isaac glared at him over his shoulder. "Do that again and I won't give you the gift I brought back for you," he threatened, moving to exit the kitchen.

"Is it a scarf? Tell me it's a scarf!" Stiles teased, following him, but he was stopped at the door by Derek's hand on his arm. Stiles turned to look at him. "What's up, big guy?" He asked.

Derek jerked his head toward the others. "You wanna..." Derek waved his free hand around, "...do your thing?"

Stiles felt his stomach begin to sink again. He nodded and quickly cast the privacy spell again.

Derek nodded and squared up to Stiles. "Stiles...earlier...were you..." Derek started, blushing, "...were you...jealous? Of Isaac?"

Stiles blanched. "Wha?"

Derek raised an eyebrow, then tapped his nose.

Stiles leaned his head back, sighing. "Freaking werewolves."

Derek smiled at the comment, but then became serious again. "Were you?"

Stiles sighed out through his nose. “Look, Derek, I…I would never get in the way of anything between you and Isaac…”

“Oh my God, Stiles, really?” Derek interrupted.

Stiles shrugged.

“Stiles…” Derek put his had to Stiles’s cheek, caressing it, “you are who I want. Isaac is pack, but you’re...more than that.”

Stiles’s eyes widened. “Really?” He asked. “I mean, I know we always have fun together, and I love you guys but like, I think I really love you, and…”

Derek cut Stiles off with a kiss. Stiles melted into it, wrapping his arms around Derek’s shoulders. His heart soared as Derek pulled Stiles against him, pressing Stiles’s pot-belly into Derek’s much larger one. The pressure caused the contents of Derek’s belly to shift slightly and he burped into Stiles mouth.

Stiles pulled back, smiling at Derek’s bright red cheeks and his embarrassed expression.

“Um, excuse me,” Derek muttered.

Stiles brought his hand to Derek’s cheek and rubbed his thumb across under Derek’s eye. “Always, big guy. Always.” Stiles leaned back, sliding his hand down Derek’s shoulder and arm until he could fit their hands together. “So, shall we go have some dinner?”

Derek smiled and nodded, turning to head out of the kitchen.

Stiles stopped after a moment, letting his hand slip from Derek’s. “Oh, Wait, I forgot something! You go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

Derek nodded, and waddled off to where the others were setting up the stacks of warming trays. There was enough food for 20 or so normal people, and Stiles couldn’t help but smile at the excited looks they were all getting as the opened the dishes. But as ravenous as his wolves could be, Stiles knew that they would need a little help to finish off all the food.

Taking a few steps back into the kitchen and the sound-proof bubble he had made there, Stiles slid a folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it up. The paper held the spell that Stiles had remembered casting in the gingerbread house a couple months ago. He had written it down as soon as he got home, though there were a few corrections made through research and careful review. The spell would be limited to the loft; and would not last past tonight.

With a smile at what he knew was about to happen, Stiles quickly read out-loud the words, feeling the magic snap into place around the loft. Stiles’s stomach gurgled loudly, and he couldn’t help but grin as he took down the sound-blocking spell to hear the others making loud moaning noises as they tore into the food in the other room. The aroma of the food started to overpower his other senses, and Stiles’s mouth watered as he headed back into the loft proper. He was hungry, and his wolf needed feeding…

The majority of the night passed in a haze of feasting and feeding. The boys had pretty much paired off before dinner, though they would occasionally interact, most of the evening was an exploration of their newfound romances.

Danny had Jackson leaned back on the lounger, straddling his lap and belly as he fed him from a tray of mini-quiche’s on one side and bacon-wrapped fillets on the other, occasionally taking bites himself. Jackson’s hands traveled up and down Danny’s back, occasionally squeezing his ass, which only made Danny feed him harder.

Scott and Isaac stood by the main stack of trays, feeding each other from a mass of enchiladas and carne asada, Scott’s belly pressing against Isaac’s as the slimmer man started to bulk up. Scott caressed Isaac’s face, while Isaac kept at least one hand on Scott’s proud belly at all times, rubbing and squeezing.

Stiles occasionally took notice of the others, smiling as they indulged and affectionately touched each other, but his attention was mainly focused on the eating machine that was Derek. Derek quickly polished off the first slab of lasagna and was on to the second, and Stiles couldn’t help the thrill he got from watching his man eat. Stiles himself was eating from a tray of chicken fingers and curly fries, trying to satisfy his own magically enhanced hunger. When Derek looked up at him, his eyes were hungry, his face covered in sauce and cheese, and he quickly grabbed the younger man to kiss him deeply. Stiles didn’t even mind the mess as he kissed his boyfriend.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of gorging and groping. By the time all the food had been eaten, the men had been reduced to groaning piles on the giant lounger.

Danny sat moaning, his once-flat stomach was rounded as if it had been stuffed with a basketball. Jackson, next to him, had his hand on the Hawaiian boy’s bared stomach, black veins showing how he drew the pain from his new beau. Jackson’s shirt was unbuttoned and pulled apart, showing his undershirt which stretched over a heavy, full belly of his own, leaving the flabbier bottom of his belly exposed.

Isaac and Scott were both cuddled up to each other. Isaac was rubbing Scott’s well-stuffed belly while the alpha burped softly. Scott’s own hands caressed Isaac’s stuffed stomach, which already seemed to be sporting a certain softness. Even Isaac’s glass-cutting cheekbones looked softer, especially when he smiled. And he was smiling a lot as he and Scott chatted amiably. Scott’s shirt and undershirt had been removed completely during the night, by Isaac, and the blonde had taken great pleasure in worshipping Scott’s belly and moobs. Now he softly stroked the taut skin.

Derek was the only wolf still eating. Stiles sat leaned against him, his own belly exposed, spooning pudding into Derek’s mouth. The older Alpha was reclined with his arms rubbing his enormous stomach. His shirt buttons has burst after his third tray and his undershirt was risen up past halfway, showing his round, furry belly, which was much more spherical than usual from being enormously packed.

Stiles placed his hand of Derek’s firm belly and pressed, making the alpha burp loudly, then whine. Stiles leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Derek’s food-stained lips.

“I know, Der,” Stiles said, “don’t worry. I’m gonna give you all the belly rubs.”

Derek seemed unable to speak, choosing instead to nuzzle Stiles’s face, scraping his stubble across Stiles’s cheek.

Stiles chuckled softly. “My big puppy,” he said, snuggling closer so he could reach more of Derek’s belly and settling in for a deep, long rub. He looked back at the other wolves and human, taking in their contented smiles, and he knew he’d done good.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, guys,” he whispered, before snuggling back up to his alpha.