Fill 'em up good

Thank you all for the likes and reblogs on the three stories I've posted already <3

It's nice to be back to writing after so many years. I'm having a blast and can't wait to write more (my brain is basically: in how many scenarios can we write fat and stuffed Sterek?). Though I have to say that the prompts are not the easiest to fill. And yet, I already have to more ideas for the next challenge :D

Btw: I'm also cross-posting them to AO3.

hello. I’m not gone, I promise.

but I started a new job a few months back, and work is really picking up towards the end of our main project right now.

I will try and answer some of the asks I’ve got sitting in my inbox tho!

Pile it on -   Post-Lock-Down Weight Gain, Cooking/baking contest, block party  

Teen Wolf | Sterek 1740 words fat!Derek, weight gain, stuffing

Working from home became a constant during lock-down, which also turned it incredibly boring. It also meant more free time, now that there was less commuting and literally just a few feet between the bed and the desk. That newfound free time Derek spent on learning how to bake. He’d remember the Sunday afternoons spent with his mother and sisters baking outlandish cakes and desserts. No cake he’d bake would live up to his memories, but spending time baking with Stiles made new ones.

It started off a simple sponge cakes or cupcakes. Stiles approved, occasionally taking a slice back to his own desk to munch on while working. Derek was harsher on himself. He was ambitious, wanting the result to be as perfect as possible. To come closer to the perfect cake meant for him to keep baking. With no strict working hours, it meant that he could even start baking before work. It became the norm that Derek would sort out recipes to bake in the morning before going to bed.

What it also meant was that someone had to eat the goods Derek spent his time on. Stiles was a sweet tooth, but even he couldn’t handle more than a couple slices a day. So it was left to Derek to take care of it. His excuse was that he needed to taste test as much as he could to find the perfect balance of ingredients. Secretly he started to like stuffing his face.

A Little Extra -   Fat camp, Too Fat For ... the cabin 

Teen Wolf | Sterek 950 words fat!Stiles, weight gain, stuffing, mpreg

Stiles would never ever admit to being wrong. It wasn’t his fault that Derek had decided to surprise him with a trip to a beautiful cabin by a lake. A trip he had booked over a year ago, because the cabin was so popular. Though, one year ago he weighted a whooping one hundred pounds less, 40 of those were just the gained baby weight. And a four-pound baby on top of that.

Stiles had to admit to himself that yes, he was wrong to insist that he was fine and that they should make the trip nonetheless. It seemed all good at first, the trip up to the cabin was filled with chatter and snacks for Stiles. They drove by lovely scenery, the weather just perfect. By the time they reached the cabin, it was late afternoon and the view was even more stunning. With a helping hand from Derek, Stiles heaved himself out of the car, his ears heating up when he heard the vehicle give a familiar groan in relief.

Been wondering for a bit what the general take on commissioning a (kink) story is. Art commission are well known, but I honestly don’t know a lot of people who offer commissions for stories.

That’s why I created a poll to see what people think:

https://strawpoll.com/pzrujs2o1 My askbox is also open (and anon) if you have direct feedback on the topic :)

A Little Extra -   Size Pride, Too Fat For Things (getting up)

Teen Wolf | Sterek 884 words fat!Derek, weight gain, stuffing, temporary immobility

To Stiles, Derek is and always will be the most gorgeous sight on earth.

And especially today he feels the affection and love he holds for his husband even more.

Today’s their anniversary and Derek gets to do whatever he wants with Derek. Just like the last years he decided to stuff him the way h should be all the time.

Derek is currently sitting in his favourite reinforced chair, guzzling down the milkshake straight from the blender Stiles had made. And it’s a vision to see his bloated and engorged gut surging forward further and further in his lap. What had been a blubbery mass of fat in the morning when they’d started, was now a taut ball of fattening food and drinks resting between Derek’s spread thighs.

The top half has become more ball like over the day, while his massive belly hand rests on his mammoth thighs, just gracing his knees. There is enough fat for the hang to slope between Derek’s thighs, even overhanging the chair by now, and sloping down again on the outside of his thighs – creating a beautiful wave of blubbery fat.

While Derek is busy filling any space left by the mass of food stuffed into his stomach, Stiles gets to work on rubbing the massive mountain of belly presented to him.

Ohhhh! Such a lovely prompt! :D

~

“He’ll have both.” There's no question in the way Stiles directs these words to the waiter. After the waiter puts down the order and leaves, Stiles leans forwards and brushes his hand over Derek stuffed belly.

It was a silly bet they'd made, but Stiles came out on top and got to decide Derek's diet for a month. Derek was already a glutton, but now Stiles was pushing him to his very limits.

"Hope you're not too full for dessert, dear," he smiles. By the looks of it, Derek is. Stiles had made him eat four appetizers, three main courses as well as his own unfinished plate. And it shows. Derek is panting already, his fat belly bloated and taut beneath his shirt, sitting heavily in his lap.

Yet Stiles knows that Derek will finish dessert. He'll force every last bite into his swollen gut. Stilles can't wait to see Derek huff and waddle his way home, belly wobbling and bouncing with each step.

YIS! Derek knows he should have thrown away that application. Obviously it was either a mistake or a joke. But the resume had caught his eyes, and he'd decided to invite the young man.

The man that turns up fits the application. He's soft all over with a distinct belly sticking to his midsection, wearing a shirt that probably fir him better ten pounds ago. It's promising that his eyes are instantly drawn to the positively heaping pile of doughnuts by the window.

The interview goes well, but by the end the man's eyes keep flitting over to the doughnuts.

Well.

My askbox is open, and I’d be happy to see you peeps leave some prompts or ideas or just in general scenarios there to discuss with me. Or maybe for me to write :3

A Little Extra -  gap year

Teen Wolf | Sterek 486 words fat!Stiles, weight gain, mpreg

Taking a gap year before going to college Stiles had promised himself to enter college as someone different. Someone who was himself.

He did not take a fancy year abroad in Europe or travel the states. Instead he spent the year at home with Derek. They’d just moved in together, relishing in their own shared space, getting to know each other more intimately. They both worked from home, Stiles mostly writing online articles.

They’d also had a talk beforehand. Stiles sharing his desire to get as big as he could before college, because to him it felt right. To his surprise, Derek had confessed that now that he was living together with Stiles, his instincts were screaming at him to fatten up his mate, to see them well-nourished and taken care of.

Stiles had smiled and taken his boyfriend’s hands, “Then do it, fatten me up as much as you can.”

Those words had driven Derek wild. He’d grabbed Stiles and carried him to their bedroom before ravishing him. Stiles had quickly caught on that those words would make Derek lose control more quickly than he’d admit.

~

The day he made his way to college, he was waddling, his rotund belly greeting people first. He did not threat the freshmen 15, he couldn’t wait to put on the freshmen 40.

Derek had agreed to move with Stiles, not wanting to be separated for weeks or months at a time. Stiles suspected Derek wanted to make sure he didn’t lose any weight.

~

By the time he finished his senior year, Stiles was nothing like the freshmen that had stepped onto the campus. Living with Derek had only furthered his weight gain, and he was now gracing the steady 450 lbs. His belly was his most prominent feature. Anybody who saw him, saw his belly first, shaking and wobbling with each step he took. And Stiles loved it. He loved every part of his fat body, not missing the Stiles from five years ago.

~

Four years later.

“I can’t believe I’m accepting my PhD while eight months pregnant,” Stiles groaned, leaning back further to give his belly more space. They’d agreed to wait until Stiles was close to being finished with his degree to try for a baby. Of course they were the lucky ones to have the first try stick.

“It’s not so bad,” Derek tried to reassure his husband, hand rubbing large circles on his belly, “they may not even see that you’re pregnant.”

Stiles stared at Derek. He may have pushed the mind boggling number of 560lbs last week, but he couldn’t believe that people thought that his massive belly was just fat.

“And does that make you proud? To have me fattened up so well. A happy mate, so very fat and pregnant.”

A Little Extra - fat camp + eating contest

Teen Wolf | Sterek 865 words fat!Stiles, stuffing, weight gain

Stiles shivered in anticipation as he snuck out with the others after curfew. They had behaved well enough since the start of the camp to not draw attention to themselves.

Together with Scott and Isaac he made the short hike to the nearest town. Short in distance and yet all of them were out of breath easily.

“Any plans?” Scott asked the others as they made their way around the small town, eyeing up the different fast food restaurants and diners.

“Not really. I just wanna stuff my face. It’s been too long!” Stiles replied. None of them wanted to be at the camp for another five weeks, and none of them were happy with the restricted meals they were served. Stiles didn’t plan on losing any weight.

He pulled out a couple of bills from their secret hiding place in his shoes and handed them to the others.

“Where’d you get so much?” Isaac asked in awe, taking the money.

Stiles winked and gave his belly a soft slap, “That’s a secret. I actually have a bet going with my boyfriend on me losing weight. So I knew I’d need some money. I wanna see his face when I come back even bigger than when I left.”

“Wanna make it a contest? Whoever wins gets to decide where to eat the rest of the week!” Scott laughed, a glint in his eyes.

“Deal,” Stiles agreed, Isaac nodding along.

Original S'more - size pride

Teen Wolf | Sterek 352 words fat!Derek, stuffing, weight gain, feeder!Stiles

”Come on, big guy. You can do it!” Stiles encourages Derek as the other man is struggling to finish the thick milkshake.

They are meeting Derek’s old friends from high school in roughly half an hour, and Derek wants to be at his biggest when they meet them.

Derek loves being the big man he is now. He takes pride in his size. Just like Stiles does by helping him achieve this. There is nothing left of the trim body he used to have. The body he had is long buried underneath the heavy layer of fat.

With a last big gulp he finishes the blender, stifling a burp. His hands shake as he passes the empty blender to Stiles. He’s beyond full at this point. His belly now an engorged ball of fat sitting between his spread thighs.

Stiles hands work their magic as he starts to rub the ache away. “My beautiful mate. Look at all this blubbery fat. So much of it. I’m so proud of you. You think they’ll even recognize you? You’re so massive.”

Derek groans at those words. “So big. Can’t wait to be bigger,” he pants.

“You’ll be, my love. Now I’ll give you ten minutes of rubs before we’ll have to get going.” Derek could only nod.

~

The thrill is thrumming in his veins as he waddles his way to the meeting place, Stiles by his side. His shirt is already riding up, now exposing the fat belly hang that is shaking and slapping against his thighs with each step. It had fit yesterday, but the impromptu stuffing had bloated his belly well enough to have the shirt ride up. And Derek doesn’t mind, proudly showing off just how fat he’d gotten.

“Look at you, so massive for everybody to see,” Stiles whisperes as he walks beside him.

Derek fells nothing but pride as he pushed out his belly further. Everybody should see that he’d gotten obscenely fat, piling on more than 300 pounds since he’d started gaining.

Remember that story of 500 words I wanted to expand (hehe, pun) on?

It’s now at 1600 words of Stiles relishing getting fatter.

And it’s not even done yet!

Original S'more - fat camp (with a twist)

Teen Wolf | Sterek 439 words fat!Stiles, stuffing, weight gain, feeder!Derek

When Derek had told him he was taking Stiles to a fat camp, Stiles had laughed at first, but Derek’s stoic face made him worry the longer they drove.

By the time they arrived, he was a nervous wreck, not sure what to do or say. Yes, he’d put on a few pounds since they’ve started dating two years ago, and by a few he meant like a hundred, but Derek had never complained.

Derek stopped in front of a small cabin by a lake, no other soul around. Confused Stiles got out of the car.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“At fat camp as I said,” Derek replied and turned to walk towards the cabin. Stiles followed, not sure what to make of the situation.

The cabin was cosy in the inside, nothing resembling the fat camps he’d seen on TV.

Gingerly he sat down on one of the chairs, waiting for Derek to explain what the hell was going on.

Instead, Derek returned to the main room with a big tub of ice cream.

“Eat up,” he handed Stiles the tub. “This fat camp will teach you to be the glutton you’ve always wanted to be. I want you to each day gorge yourself the way I say it. You could already be so much fatter if you’d only had the determination. I expect to see your full potential and dedication during our stay.”

Stiles stared at him with wide eyes, ice cream forgotten in his hands. After a moment, Derek dropped the serious face, a smile replacing it. He leaned down and pecked a kiss against Stiles lips.

“Happy belated birthday, Stiles.”

~

Their stay flew by in a haze of food, belly rubs and amazing sex. Stiles spent his days stuffed and admired by Derek. It was probably the best gift Derek had ever given him.

They did not know how much Stiles had put on, but Stiles already felt his belly being flabbier, his thighs wider. The stretch marks on his belly and sides were a clear indication.

~

3 years later

Fat camp was now Stiles favourite time of the year. Just days on end spent with Derek, now his husband of two years, in a lovely setting, with a seemingly endless supply of food.

Stiles rubbed his already stuffed belly after struggling out of the car. He loved fat camp, it was in his opinion always the best way to push him closer or over his goals.

This year he wanted to tip the big 500.

~

Original S'more - Too fat for . . . fat camp

Teen Wolf | Sterek 489 words fat!Stiles, stuffing, weight gain

The day he returned home, he swore to that he’d never go back to that stupid fat camp.

So he decided to get too fat for the camp.

It started with even more snacks between meals, keeping his belly pleasantly full. Next came the upped portions, to fill any and all spaces left in his stomach. There wasn’t a time his belly wasn’t stuffed.

Soon enough Derek caught on, and instead of rebuking him, he asked Stiles to move in with him. It was a dream come true. Especially with Derek’s dedication to help Stiles reach his goal. 80lbs seemed daunting in a year doing it alone, but with Derek by his side he knew his goal could be achieved. Maybe he’d even go beyond.

~

Stiles panted through the last piece of pizza, determined to cram it into his gut. He was about to finish his third big sized pizza in two hours, a new milestone in his journey. Derek’s hands were already rubbing circles on his bloated belly, soothing the aches.

“So full,” Stiles moaned, his hands now joining the effort to rub his engorged belly. It felt warm and taut to the touch, a feeling Stiles had become addicted to. There was nothing more thrilling than seeing his belly strain and stretch further and further witch each meal. His gluttony softening his body up more and more, each pound getting him closer to his goal.

~

His monthly weigh ins where the only times his belly wasn’t rounding out with food, only sporting the doughy fat he’d put on. The rapid weight gain had mostly put the weight on his belly, now sporting a decent sized belly hang and even more stretch marks all over. His sides had slowly filled out to a grown ring of fat. Despite being empty, he had no chance of seeing the numbers on the scale, and he’d asked Derek not to tell him. He wanted Derek to decide if he was doing well and getting closer to his goal.

~

“That’s cheating,” Derek cooed, but handed him the next slice anyways.

Today was the day, and Stiles was determined to not only be denied entrance by weight alone, but also by size.

“Don’t care. They should see that the camp is no use to me,” Stiles groaned through his meal. They were already in town for the camp and Stiles used it as a last chance to stuff himself silly, showing off his gut to anyone who thought they’d put him in a fat camp.

By the time he showed up, his belly was a taut dome where a year ago it was only a medium sized ball of dough. Each step was hard, but he enjoyed the way they stared at the fat belly hang his shirt couldn’t contain.

“412 lbs,” the counsellor read out loud, clearly shocked.