#tyler hoechlin muscles

[heylolita00]

[ultram0th]

December 07: Derek Hale

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It was Derek and Stiles’s first Christmas together. Even an emotionally stunted werewolf like Derek knew what that meant: He’d have to get his boyfriend a gift. That also meant that he’d have to brave the stores during the holiday season, which also meant that he’d be surrounded by people. A lot of people.

Derek had his perpetual scowl etched onto his gruff face as he stomped angrily through the mall, holding back growls when other patrons would accidentally bump into him.

With the massive influx of people combined with the annoying Christmas music blaring over the speakers, Derek was in a pretty bad mood to say the least. He snarled as he stomped his way through the busy mall, unsure of what to buy Stiles. He just knew that it had to be something that his boyfriend would enjoy and want to use over and over.

The grumpy werewolf was so caught up in the overstimulation and irritation that he hadn’t noticed the mall Santa Claus until he bumped into the man.

The mall Santa stumbled back, but seemed to be in good spirits as he laughed the interaction off. “In a hurry, Sir?” he asked in his trademark jolly voice.

Derek looked the large man in red up and down, his frown still superglued to his face. He just grunted out a response and gave a curt nod.

“Would a candy cane cheer you up?” Santa Claus asked, holding out the red and white sweet to the werewolf.

Derek scowled at the candy cane, notoriously hating sweets.

“It might help you out with some Christmas cheer,” the mall Santa coaxed. “Or maybe you need a little more help with getting into the holiday spirit?” The older man snapped his gloved fingers mischievously.

As he rolled his eyes, Derek felt an odd tingling sensation break out over his skin. The scent of peppermint hit his nostrils and became overwhelming, making the werewolf begin to sway a little on his feet. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, a sign that the man before him was more than just some mall Santa Claus.

Derek tried to steel his nerves and he squared his broad shoulders. “Who are you…” Derek’s question trailed off when he heard an almost helium-like quality to his voice, as if it had shot up by several octaves. 

The tough werewolf’s face turned bright red at the sound of his altered voice, but he cleared his throat before trying again.

“What the hell did you do?” he squeaked in his higher voice, even pointing an accusing finger at the man in red. However, that alerted to Derek to another terrible occurrence.

The werewolf could feel his heart starting to race in his muscled chest when he saw that the sleeve of his leather jacket completely covered his pointing hand, something that should’ve been impossible due to the alpha’s impressive height. Even during his panic, Derek managed to noticed that instead of looking the other man eye to eye like he had before, he was staring directly at the man’s bearded chin.

Derek began to shove his way through the crowd so that he could get to a secluded area, away from prying eyes. As he bolted, the werewolf was humiliated to realize that he was quickly becoming one of the shortest people in the mall. That, and for another strange reason, the more Derek shrank, the tighter his clothes actually became as opposed to looser. Even his gait was starting to change and Derek could feel his thighs starting to rub against each other in a way they never had before.

Derek burst into the bathroom and sprinted towards the mirror, gasping loudly at what he saw. 

The first thing that the alpha werewolf’s eyes honed on were his ears, which were now pointed at the top and slightly elongated to resemble elf ears. But then Derek’s attention was to brought to the rest of his shrinking body.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Derek panicked in his high-pitched voice as he saw that he was way shorter than he should have been. The bathroom sink came up to him mid-chest, and his leather jacket fell off of him and landed onto the floor, alerting Derek to even more. The werewolf gasped again as he realized that he wasn’t shrinking proportionally. Instead, it was more like he was squished down, losing his height but none of his mass.

Derek held his arms out in front of himself, watching as they pulled inwards. All of his muscle was left to bunch up within the shortened limbs, leaving them all thick and bulky, more akin to an oversized bodybuilder’s arms. His biceps ballooned out to the size of bowling balls, being so large and thick that Derek was forced to keep his arms out at his sides with them stuck at a ninety degree angle. The same thing happened with his legs— as they shortened, all the muscle in there got all bunched up and thick, forcing Derek to stand with them flared out as this wide thighs kept pressing against one another. His shoulders broadened to an obscene degree, ripping the werewolf’s shirt to shreds. As his torso squished down, his pecs bulged out further in front of him, forming a large shelf that he couldn’t see over. A part of Derek was relieved that his cock didn’t undergo the same transformation, but with it remaining its previous size on his compact body, it dangled to his knees.

Derek was floored, silent as he studied his new form in the mirror. He looked as tall as he was wide, having lost about half of his height but none of his muscles. He looked like a really short bodybuilder, and all of the compressed muscles made it extremely difficult for the werewolf to move.

He blushed when he tried to take a step forward, his thighs rolling over one another’s exaggerated girth, forcing his walk to resemble more of a waddle. His long cock dangled wildly between his legs as he moved. His arms were stuck out at his sides, and his pecs protruded far out in front of him, preventing him from seeing the ground.

Derek looked like an over-muscled elf!

“Well, that’s a good look for you, Derek,” the mall Santa Claus mused he entered bathroom. “Sorry about all of that bulky muscle, I can never get the shrinking spell just right.”

“What the fuck did you do?!” Derek tried to roar, but his squeaky voice ruined all of his toughness. He tried to hold his hands out at his sides, but his bulky muscle made it difficult to maneuver.

Santa Claus gave one of his classic, bellowing laughs. “Isn’t it obvious, Derek?” he teased. “You were looking like you were lacking some of that Christmas cheer, so I thought that you could use some help.” He then held out a handful of candy canes. “Why don’t you help me pass some of these out to the other shoppers? Then I’ll consider changing you back.”

The mall Santa Claus snapped his fingers again, and a pair of bright green shorts formed on Derek’s squished body. They were skintight and they left his noticeable bulge out in front and center. His enormous looking chest was forced to remain bare, his ballooned pecs looking hilariously big and cumbersome.

Derek’s broadened shoulders rose and fell as he sighed, taking the candy canes from the mall Santa and waddling behind him, trying to get the hang of moving around with such bulky muscles hindering his steps.

For the rest of the day, Derek helped the mall Santa Claus pass out candy canes to the shoppers in the mall. Many of them would muse over how large his muscles looked on his shortened body, a lot of them even asking him to flex for them. Despite himself, Derek would find himself flexing his massive muscles as best as he could, his face bright red. “Merry Christmas,” he’d say at the end of his posing routine as he passed the customer a candy cane, his high-pitched voice usually eliciting a few chuckles.

Much to his surprise, Derek found himself starting to actually have fun with the whole ordeal as the day went on. He started to feel himself being filled with an odd sense of joy as he passed out the sweet treats to the other shoppers, and he even got a little giddy when he would flex his large muscles for them, leaving the shoppers with a wide smile.

“Merry Christmas!” Derek exclaimed in his squeaky voice as he handed a candy cane to another customer.

“Derek?” he heard Stiles’s voice ask, confused.

Derek blushed when he looked up and saw his boyfriend staring down at him with wide eyes. 

“Oh, um, hey Stiles,” Derek squeaked, his face growing bright red. “I’m, um, trying to get more into the Christmas cheer.” Out of instinct due to his work for the day, Derek lifted his barely flexible arms to pose for his surprised boyfriend.

Stiles’s eyes widened even more, and Derek could pick up on his arousal.

“You like… this?” Derek asked, surprised. He gestured down at his short, muscled frame. 

Much to the werewolf’s surprise, his boyfriend nodded. “You look… really hot!” he smiled. “It’s the best present you could’ve given me!”

Immediately, Derek felt his compressed body swell with pride and he hit another pose. “R-really?” he squeaked, feeling excited that he might have inadvertently gotten his boyfriend a good present. “Well, Merry Christmas, Stiles!” Derek formed a most muscular pose, his tiny body flexing with power and loving how turned on his boyfriend looked.

A/N: Yeah, it the final photos are AI. I can't do muscle compression morphs, so I decided to go this route. I hope you don't mind!

[macroandrophilia]

What do you do once you've become so unrealistically strong that no supernatural threat dares to challenge you?

Easy, you get stronger.

Alpha Wolves, the next Teen Wolf movie.

[lycanretweet]

A collection of Derek Hale sketches, since I didn't see it around here.

Bonus Stiles in Read More:

[fuji09]

I love how people complain how Tyler Hoechlin wasn't big enough when he played Superman. Like mf'ers... He had plenty of muscle ok? Like he looked good how he was, and most importantly he looked healthy, they didn't force him to bulk up to the point it was unsafe and bad for his health, like a lot of shows and movies do.

I mean look at those arms!!

He is still a big guy, tall and broad with muscle. He doesn't need to look like a body builder because he wasn't a body builder.

Tyler isn't a drawing, he isn't a cartoon character. Tyler is a real person who is not going to have the same dimensions as a comic book character.

Drawing Superman the way he has been was how they could portray his physical strength. In live action that isn't needed. We get depth and movement.

My favorite Superman/Clark Kent will always be Tyler Hoechlin. I'm glad they didn't beef him up more than they did, if they did at all.

Nerds will tie themselves into knots trying to justify their answers to "why is Superman ripped when he gets his power from the sun" but I have never seen anyone just admit "because a bodybuilder physique is modern visual shorthand for depicting strength despite the fact that professional weightlifters tend to be fat."

Like, he's a fictional alien man with magic powers. He looks like that because comic book artists in the 1930s wanted him to look """strong.""" There is no reason he can't be fat.

[hedwig221b]

Do you know of any fics where Stiles does ballet or gymnastics or track? (Or even skating tbh) Especially fics where he keeps it a secret for a while!!! I like the idea of Derek/the pack finding out about Stiles' havin hobbies so.

I don't know about the secret thing, pretty much all of them are human aus... But here you go!

I'll dance with the wolves by artemis69

Derek is used to life changing moments. They are his sad, sad specialty. But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for the vision of Stiles entering the vast dance studio clad only in pale, tight pants and old dance shoes. Stiles sends them all a look, rolls his eyes, then turns his back to them and starts stretching.

Sun to my Moon by Writer_Jayne

Human College Student's AU where Derek is the star pitcher on the baseball team and Stiles is a ballet student. Meddling housemates lead to Derek asking Stiles to be his pretend boyfriend over Christmas break. Derek is out to his parents but they had not been respectful of his sexuality so he lied and said he had a boyfriend. This was solely inspired by an Instagram reel of Tyler Hoechlin wearing a baseball uniform in the film Undrafted. Shout out to my roomie BBCFangirl3000 for being my beta.

You're Thunder in the Sky by Delightful_I_Am

An ache settles high in his back, muscles tight across his shoulders. He revels in the burn when he stretches, hands reaching for the ceiling high above him; his foot sweeps the floor, toes pointed, his body rolling sinuously to the melody playing softly. The low music swells to a crescendo and he explodes into frenzied motion with the beat. Spinning and leaping, tumbling, never coming into contact with the floor for longer than a heartbeat, always in harmony with the music. This is when he feels alive. When everyone else has gone home and he can just feel. He lands, finally, on a wavering note, one knee dipped to the ground a sense of expectation hanging in the air, the last note dying off to leave a tense thrill in his body. He’s breathing hard as he brings his legs fully under him, lowering himself to the floor and bringing his knees to his chest, stretching his muscles. He’s so intent on warming down he fails to notice his captive audience. Fails to hear the low breath of his name.

precision. by lapislotus

Derek is transfixed. Stiles' face is contorted, lost in passion, in the music. His eyes are closed, lashes fanning over his cheeks. He’s so beautiful Derek wants to cry. OR the ballet dancer au no one asked for and I had to write.

It's not called gym-nice-tics by countrygirlsfun

It’s Beginner Gymnasts Camp and Derek has to help work it. Who knew putting up with his mother would land Derek a date with the cutest gymnast Derek has ever seen?

Falling and Missing the Ground by Strictly_Platonic

Stiles had two favorite things about the Olympic Village: the fruit bowl stocked with condoms with little miniature vaulting tables on the packaging, and the Starbucks stands in the lobbies of every single building and on the corner of every single street. Right now, having to be awake and moving at five-thirty in the goddamn morning after a late night of drinking and dancing with both the men’s and the women’s gymnastics teams, he was especially fond of the Starbuckses.

Home On The Ice by LadyDrace

Derek plays hockey in college, and one day his team has to share the rink with a figure skater. That's when things start getting really interesting.

Take The Ice by Hopeless ships (The_Danish_Biscuit)

To Derek Hale hockey was everything. It was the only reason he even tolerated High School and if given a choice the only thing he would be doing for the rest of his life. Some called him driven others called him fanatic. Derek called himself determined. Only one day a random meeting with a strangely fascinating young ice skater turns Derek's life upside down. A odd friendship blooms between them and Derek slowly comes to realise that his life isn't quite as simple as he thought. There might be more to life than ice hockey.

Triple Axel (Into My Heart) by raimykeller

Derek just wants to win one Olympic gold medal before he retires from skating. Stiles just wants to win Derek. AKA Olympics AU with men's figure skaters Stiles & Derek

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[heylolita00]

[supfag]

I have so many questions. First of all…

Since when was Andrew Matarazzo caked up like that and where tf did you find those photos? I’d honestly he’s got the best one out of anyone I’ve seen. Henry Cavill is the only one who has it more.

I used to think Cody Christian and Tyler Hoechlin were the cake boys from Teen Wolf but Andrew surpasses, just his face, the way he shows it off. Cody’s and Tyler’s are more squishy and big cuz they’re bulky dad bod esque people. Andrew is lean so his is firm and big, like it’s muscle yk

Since when was Andrew Matarazzo caked up like that and where tf did you find those photos?

Since always I guess and it's mostly from his spicy twitter (he uses it to promote his OF).

[macroandrophilia]

What do you do once you've become so unrealistically strong that no supernatural threat dares to challenge you?

Easy, you marry your co-alpha, and become the loveable neighborhood DILF couple that has new heartwarming stories every week.

Alpha Wolves, the sitcom, follows the lives of Scott and Derek McCall-Hale, their growing family, and the wacky situation a family of werewolves faces while trying to stay secret.

[petew21-blog]

Finish the scene

Fan:"So Tyler, is the rumour true that you will be reprising your role in Teen Wolf movie?"

Fans cheering, Tyler smiling

Jeff impatiently waiting for Tyler's answer

Tyler:"I guess the pack wouldn't be complete without Derek"

Fans loosing their mind over a another announced character in the new Teen Wolf movie

But someone is happier in a different way than all the fans combined. Someone's master plan is becoming real.

First day of shooting

Jeff:"Tyler, could you come to the set, please. We have to start rolling."

Tyler:"I'm sorry, it's about shooting Superman & Lois again. They want me to cut the hours on shooting Teen Wolf and come to them"

Jeff visibly angry:"Tyler? Could I speak to you for a minute in your trailer?"

Both entering. Tyler sits down on a chair

Tyler:"Look I can tell you're angry and I know I shouldn't have started the fight there, but you gave me no choice."

Jeff:"Oh don't worry about it. I'll make sure we're on the same page."

Jeff murmuring an incantation.

Tyler:"What are you...."

Jeff now waking up inside of Tyler's body.

Jeff:"An upgrade. Good. I have been lusting over this body for so long." Jeff looks to the camera of his phone. "Oh that's what I'm talking about baby"

Tyler:"How are you? What just happened?"

Jeff:"Don't worry about it. You won't remember any of this in a few seconds. You will feel like you have always been Jeff Davis. I'll wait for you to pick up all the memories and start acting as me. Then we'll talk"

Tyler:"I am not Jeff. I am... Jeff Hoech.... Jeff Davis. I am Jeff Davis."

Jeff:"Of course you are. And Jeff, sorry about the tantrum before. Of course I will finish the story with you. Superman can wait. And as an apology, would you be ok if I let you oil me up here for the next scene? I wanna look good and I know how much you like my muscles in action"

Jeff could see the visible boner his old body had while tracing his muscle lines, the ridges. Carefully placing the oil. Jeff wanted to play more, but the scene couldn't wait. Maybe he'll make his old body his own bitch later on. It's time to be the bad wolf now

And damn, did he now have the perfect body to play one. Maybe after this he should keep the body and continue as Superman. He could definitely get to do some interesting stuff

Two weeks later

Assistent:"Hey Tyler. So this was your last scene in the movie. I think there is something you should know. We found some sort of an altar in Jeff's trailer with your photos and other personal stuff. I thought you should know before leaving."

Jeff:"Thank you for letting me know"

Jeff to himself:"Fuck, I should have made sure he had no memories of his previous life. His mind is fighting for control through these moments. I can't keep him away from me, I wouldn't have control and he would still find a way. Maybe keeping him close as my personal slave... sorry assistent. Would be easier to manage"

Jeff:"So what do you think Jeff? Wanna stay close to me?"

Tyler:"Yes please. There is nothing I want more."

Jeff:"Good I need massage and I can tell you are dripping from only looking at my muscles"

Request from Inbox

Would be able to do a story where Jeff Davis steals Tyler Hoechlin’s body? Using Tyler’s agreeing to come back for the Teen Wolf movie to steal his body and life. Having always been jealous of his looks and muscles

[silveragelovechild]

Superman & Lois

Although I post regularly about Superman, I haven’t discussed the Superman & Lois series.

I only occasionally watch Arrowverse shows. But I saw a few episodes of Supergirl when it introduced Tyler Hoechlin as Superman. I instinctively liked him in the role. He’s not physically as big as Henry Cavill, but he fills out the suit nicely. From what I saw, I also liked Elizabeth Tulloch as Lois. In fact, she may be one of the best depictions of the Daily Planet’s star reporter.

But when the duo moved on to their own show, I didn’t watch it. One reason was, I switched my cable service, I no longer had access to the CW. And while I’ve had MAX on and off, I never got around to watching it.

Another reason is that in the Arrowverse, Jon Cryer played Lex Luthor and in the couple of episodes I saw with him, I definitely didn’t like him. (The producers probably thought they were being clever - Jon Cryer played Lex Luthor’s silly nephew in Superman IV: The Quest for Peace.)

Recently I resubscribed to MAX and decided to check out Superman & Lois… I randomly started with episodes in season 2. The major story arc involves a bizarro-type world in another dimension (cube sun, cube planet) where everyone speaks in reverse and all signage is backward. No white crystalline skin, but everyone there is more corrupt than the regular Earth. And the Big Bad is trying to merge the two versions of Earth.

I watched 5 episodes - 3 from mid season, and 2 from the end. There were elements I liked. Hoechlin has a soft spoken charisma (rizz?) and Tulloch definitely plays Lois as an equal in their partnership. The episodes I saw also emphasized Superman as a symbol of hope - so much more that the Zack Snyder movies. (I liked Cavill but those movies told us Superman represented hope, they didn’t demonstrate it.)

Another small point I liked… when characters fly… they don’t dilly dally… they fly with determination and speed.

The show has a large cast… and everyone stops to tell each other how they are feeling… every few minutes. So it’s a soap opera. There’s Lois & Clark, their 2 sons, Lana, her husband and 2 daughters, Henry Irons and his daughter Natalie, Sam & Lucy Lane, and a few more girlfriends and co-workers. There a holographic version of Superman’s mother Lars, and the Eradicator who is Clark’s half brother from Krypton!

That’s a lot of people explaining how they are feeling!

I think Hoechlin has worn several different suits between the Supergirl show and this one. Unfortunately I think his suit from season 2 is one of the worse super suit. Below is a closeup that shows the muted color and texture - it’s just unattractive. Someone brightened the colors of full body photo but it shows the other major problem with the suit - too much shading and an unnecessary attempt to “sculpt” muscles. All that shading looks fake. And the S shield looks glued on, not part of the suit.

I did learn that this show takes place on a different Earth than the Supergirl series. This explains why a different actor is playing Lex in this series.

MAX has 3 seasons available. A 4th season is currently airing on CW, I guess it will be added to Max later.

[themultifandomgal]

Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

Season 1 Bloopers/Gag Reel



#1

“B unit or T unit?” I ask holding a film slate in my hand

“Just 2 mark” Jeff replies

“2 mark… it’s not going down” I laugh pushing the moving part down

#2

“I think I did something last night. I had a dream about someone,I had a dream about someone, but someone else got hurt” Posey says as Scott. I cross my arms looking him up and down “And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened”

“You think you attract the diver… woah that’s not right” I laugh messing up my line

“Guys I attracted a diver!” Posey yell fist bumping the air

#3

Tyler and I are currently running through the woods when I trip over a branch

“Cut!”

“You ok?” Tyler asks trying to hold back a laugh while also helping me up

“Yeah I’m fine” I laugh

#4

Tyler, Dylan, Posey and I are doing a scene. Tyler is stood shirtless while I stand next to him, it’s kinda hard to not glance at his abs

“They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are” Dylan and Posey try to fist bump but completely miss making us laugh

“Oh I can show exactly how nice I can be” Ty laughs.

#5

In my scene I’m meant to run up the steps of the hale house towards Tyler who’s at the top of the stairs

“Ok action” Russel calls. I run up the stairs but slip due the high heals I’m wearing

“Damn it” I yell getting up steadily. We reset and I run up again but again I slip I catch myself on the hand rail braking it as I fall “I broke the set!” I shout pouting

“How?” Tyler laughs walking down the stairs to help me up “how do you fall and brake the handrail?”

We reset once again, finally I manage to do the scene without falling. Once cut I dramatically sigh in relief making everyone laugh.

#6

Tyler and I both have our arms handcuffed over our heads. Once again Tyler is shirtless

“Who can do the most pull-ups?” Colton shouts from behind the cameras

“Me obviously” I say “are the bars safe for us to?”

“Yes” Jeff sighs knowing where this is going

“Ok 3, 2, 1.. go” Tyler and I do as many pull ups as possible, obviously Tyler does more because look at his muscles! But hey I still did a fair few.

[buckybarnesss]

Derek Hale and Dean Winchester have so much in common

They're pretty when they're hurt/dying, they have a car that is the symbol of their love for another person, they have an older male relative who loves them in the worst ways, they look good in leather and tight jeans.

The overlap between sterek and wincest shippers is practically a circle

okay, can we just - Dean being told by the Reaper in Season 2 that if he doesn't accept death then he is going to be come one of the monsters his dad raised him to kill Derek accepting being a predator instead killing for enjoyment like Peter, his pseudo father figure both of them reject their father's teachings and instead try to follow their mother's footsteps

the derek hale and dean winchester vinn diagram is basically a circle.

you'll never convince me that jeff davis and mtv weren't cribbing notes from supernatural. it would be inevitable but usually it was the wrong notes.

the muscle car, the iconic leather jackets from their fathers, guilt complexes, toxic male family relationship while being more like their mothers, their sacrificial natures, their shitty pointless deaths that pissed off fandom and also being misunderstood by large swaths of their fandoms.

funnily i never really got into wincest. i am not bothered by it like some people though. i have seen the overlap throughout sterek fandom so lol.

though misha collins and tyler hoechlin both deserve compensation for their characters being sent to superhell by robert singer and jeff davis respectively.

[whatthehoech]

Tyler's recent back workout/therapy.

Per trainer David Buer.

[ultram0th]

Derek/Chad

@writer-ofstuff Thank you so much! ❤

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“Of all the places to search for a trickster,” Derek annoyedly huffed, “we have to scope out some crappy reunion?”

His boyfriend, Stiles, shrugged his thin shoulders. “I guess even tricksters had to go to school, too.”

The alpha werewolf rolled his eyes as he stomped up the steps to the gymnasium where music blasted out of. Wanting to go incognito, Derek had begrudgingly dressed up in a suit so that he could look like he was attending his own high school reunion, despite the fact that he loathed the thought of ever stepping foot into a school at all. Meanwhile, Stiles was all smiles, dressed up too and ready to look like it was date night.

The two walked inside and were instantly greeted by someone standing by a table. “Welcome to the tenth year reunion!” he warmly smiled at the two before scrunching up his face in confusion. “Oh, I don’t think I recognize you, sorry!”

Stiles paled as he tried to come up with a lie, and Derek could hear his heart speed up. 

The werewolf looked down at the table in front of them, seeing the array of name tags on it. He spotted one and snatched it up, peeling the back off of it.

“You don’t recognize… Gilbert?” he asked, slapping the name tag onto Stiles’s chest, trying to hold back a chuckle.

Stiles just narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

The guy behind the table perked up. “Oh Gilbert!” he beamed. “Wow, you look great…” He trailed off, his gaze fixating on Derek for a moment before perking up. “And oh, I didn’t know that you were coming too. Let me make you a name tag.”

Before Derek could ask, the guy scribbled down a name on a blank sticker and placed it on the front of Derek’s suit.

Chad.

“Welcome, Chad,” the guy smirked at the werewolf before turning his attention to the other couples who entered.

Derek and Stiles walked away from the table and towards the gymnasium entrance.

“Damn it,” Stiles frowned. “Why do I have to be ‘Gilbert’, and you get a manly name like ‘Chad’? Let’s switch!” He tried to grab the name tag off of Derek’s suit, but he couldn’t get it to peel off. “It’s really stuck on there…”

"Damn it,” Derek muttered, annoyed that his suit was probably destroyed thanks to some crappy sticker. However, something else caught his attention and he cleared his throat. “Um, hey Stiles, does my voice sound… deeper?”

Perhaps it was due to the blaring music over the speakers, but Derek could’ve sworn that his voice had more baritone to it. Due to his status as an alpha, his voice was regularly deep and commanding, but now it had a certain quality to it that made it sound like it had a much more masculine bass.

“I don’t think so?” Stiles wondered, having trouble hearing clearly with his human ears. “Should we leave?” He briefly worried that his boyfriend wasn’t feeling well.

Derek shook his head. “No, let’s split up and search for this trickster,” he said in his deeper voice. “Call me if you see anything… Gilbert.” He smirked at the way Stiles frowned.

“Yeah, yeah, Chad.” Stiles disappeared in the crowd of people dancing and drinking in the packed gymnasium.

As Derek walked Stiles walk away, his eyes couldn’t resist honing in on his boyfriend’s firm butt. The way the cheeks shifted as he walked away caused a stirring deep in Derek’s loins, and the werewolf blushed as he grew hard in the middle of the crowd of people. Luckily, his tight pants kept his boner shielded, so Derek stayed determine to hunt down this trickster and kick him out of his territory.

Derek shoved his way through the crowd of people, sniffing at the air as he tried to catch a scent.

“Move!” he growled at one guy as he shoved his way past, no longer able to doubt that his voice was indeed deeper. It had much more bass than it should’ve, making him sound almost like a stereotype of a superhero.

He rubbed at his throat, as if he could fix his voice, but his eyes widened at what he felt.

Derek had shaved before leaving his place, all to play the part. Therefore, his throat and lower jaw shouldn’t have been covered in thick stubble. Even more was that Derek couldn’t help but gasp when his fingers ran over his jaw. It felt wider than it should’ve been, like it had even squared off a bit too.

“What the hell…?” Derek trailed off, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

He continued to push his way through the thick crowd of people, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. As he moved, Derek felt as if his clothes were getting tighter by the second. He knew that thought was ridiculous, so he tried his best to ignore it. However, with every step he took, his pants constricted his legs, and his shirt was unbearably tight. His arms felt as if they were being squeezed by his sleeves, and he feared that if he took a deep breath, his shirt would rip to shreds.

Pop!

The top few buttons of his shirt gave way, flying off.

Derek looked down in confusion, his eyes widening when he saw that his chest somehow jutted further away from his torso than it should’ve. As impossible as it seemed, it was as if Derek’s pecs had somehow inflated, increasing their rigid roundness; and he could make out two bumps where his nubby nipples pressed noticeably against his straining shirt which struggled to remain intact.

“What the fuck?” Derek wondered aloud, noting that his voice was definitely deeper now.

The werewolf shoved his way past the crowd of people, having to adjust his stance due to the increased weight at his chest. He was forced to draw his shoulders back, which only shoved his inflated pecs out into the air even more. And the more he moved, the more he noted how his thighs seemed to roll over one another in a manner they never had before. 

Derek stumbled a little, feeling like his gait was entirely thrown off. The room spun for a brief second, and when he regained his composure, he couldn’t help but feel like something was really off.

He was on the taller side of the spectrum; but when he’d first entered the gymnasium, he’d been able to see the tops of the other patrons’ heads, but now he felt as if he completely towered over them. The coolness he felt over his ankles alerted him to the fact that his previously fitted pants now felt more like tight capris, and his shirt had become untucked. The bottom of his skintight shirt now stopped above his belly button, looking like it was a cut-off.

Derek quickened his pace and bolted into the bathroom, which was thankfully vacant. After locking the door being him, he looked into the mirror and couldn’t hold back the loud gasp at his altered reflection.

Derek was huge! He must’ve grown at least a foot taller, based on how short his clothes looked. And speaking of his clothes, they barely fit over his inflated muscles. It looked as if he’d gained well over fifty pounds of pure muscle. His arms bulged in a way they never had before, splitting his sleeves at the seam as they flexed with power. His already broad shoulders were much, much wider than they should’ve been, looking like the werewolf would have to go through any standard-sized door sideways now. His pecs were enormous, looking like large slabs of meat that jutted off his chest. They tore his shirt apart, his nubby nipples exposed out in the open for all to see. His legs had even gained some serious size, his thighs pressed tightly together as his quads inflated. His butt even looked bigger too— not like a power bottom’s, but more so like he didn’t neglect Leg Day.

And Derek couldn’t help but stare at his altered face in awe, noting how much wider and bigger his jaw looked. It was comically squared off, and covered in thick, manly stubble. A dimple had even appeared on his chin, and Derek ran a disbelieving hand over his jaw in wonder.

“What the fuck’s happening to me?” he asked, noting his deep baritone.

Derek felt his larger chest itch and as he scratched it, the werewolf felt little hairs start to sprout over his skin. He watched in the mirror in wonder as his chest hair grew in, thickening as it covered his larger pecs and chiseled abs.

And despite the panic he felt over what was happening to him, Derek was extremely horny.

The longer he stared at his warped reflection, the more turned on he felt. Despite himself, Derek couldn’t resist bending over and forming a most muscular pose that he’d seen bodybuilders do during competitions. His massive muscles flexing in unison caused audible rips to echo out in the small bathroom, and what was left of his shirt split down the middle, exposing his inflated, hairy chest. He could feel his cock harden in his tight pants, snaking down one pant leg, looking much longer and thicker than it should’ve been.

A knock at the locked bathroom door jolted Derek out of his daze.

“Derek!” Sitles called out, sounding concerned. “I saw you run in here. Are you okay?”

Out of instinct, Derek immediately rushed over to the door and unlocked it just so he could yank the small human inside, before slamming the door and re-locking it.

After regaining his bearings, Stiles looked up in awe at his warped boyfriend. “Chad?” he asked in disbelief before flinching. He cleared his throat and tried again. “De— Chad? What the hell? Why can’t I call you ‘Chad’? I mean, your name is Chad. What…?” His face grew red as he tried to call Derek by his name, seemingly unable to do so.

The way his boyfriend looked flustered made Derek’s heart race in his beefy chest, and he cleared his own throat.

“Um,” he bellowed out in his masculine bass, “my name is D— er, Chad.” His eyes widened as he stared back into the mirror, honing in on the name tag affixed to his destroyed suit.

Derek envisioned himself going through Beacon Hills, his massive muscles and over-exaggerated masculinity on display for all to see. He looked like a caricature of some kind of superhero, with a large jaw and hairy muscles— and he was so incredibly turned on.

His gigantic, lengthened cock sprung out of his tight pants, hardening to its new length of eleven inches, looking as thick as a beer can, with balls the size of oranges. It rose in front of the stunned werewolf, throbbing with intense want, a horny cloud shrouding over his panicked brain, making it impossible to think of anything else but his cute boyfriend.

“It must be the trickster!” Stiles gasped loudly as he put the pieces together. He grabbed onto Derek’s large arm and tried to lead him towards the door so that they could leave this cursed reunion and figure out a way to fix him. “C’mon Chad!”

Derek/Chad didn’t budge, only one thing on his mind. Instead, he reached out with a muscled arm, easily picking up Stiles and tossing him over a broadened shoulder.

“Calm down, Little Man,” Chad bellowed in his deep voice, puffing his hairy chest muscles out with power, “just let Daddy here take care of things.” With his hard cock bobbing in front of him and his bare, hairy muscles on full display, Chad exited the bathroom with his boyfriend in his clutches.

As the two exited the gymnasium, Chad noticed the guy at the table in front flash him a thumb’s up. For a brief second, he thought it was odd, but he quickly ignored it and focused his mind on fucking his boyfriend senseless tonight.

[macroandrophilia]

The Teen Wolf reboot spent most of its preproduction budget in getting the entirety of the Hale-McCall pack unrealistically jacked.