Chubby Sterek Ramblings

Scott is a true supporter. Which is reminding Stiles that he should enjoy what he's made. He starts coming around the shop more to help out. Including telling Stiles to take a lunch break. Handing him plates of his baked goods and telling him to go sit and eat, Scott can watch the register! Or in the process of his well-meaning attempts to get Stiles' bakery on social media, might post a few videos of Stiles practically moaning around an eclair that has some very interested people coming by the bakery. Scott and Stiles have no idea - but the sales are up, which means that Stiles has to give credit to Scott's idea. It must be working! No one can blame Stiles, his baking is great! Scott has started to tell him to take the leftovers home. How would it look if people saw Stiles throwing out leftovers? He has to eat them. If only he could find a way to feed Stiles the entire huge piping bags of frosting and cream filling.... That would add more than a few pounds If people trust a chubby baker, surely the fatter the better!

"Told you." "You said 'that chair looks a little unsteady'," Derek grumbles, "you didn't mention it was cracking." "The weight limit is 350!" "Those are never right. We've had this chair for years." "Yeah, and you've been testing your luck with it. I think we should write the company a letter to tell them it's amazing the chair supported 100pounds over the weight limit for as long as it did." Derek doesn't say anything to that. "Are you going to help me up?" "But I'm comfortable here," Stiles whines. He could amuse himself playing with Derek's belly for hours. There's just...so much more than there used to be. Enough to squeeze handfuls. Use both hands to lift it and watch it fall back into his lap with a rippling wobble. Stiles will grab at his lower belly, put a thumb into his belly button to see how deep it's gotten. He has every inch of Derek committed to memory- so he can tell when Derek gains another few inches. "Can you at least hand me my plate?" Stiles laughs. "I don't think you need more food, Der. You might have to eat on the sofa from now on." He still hands Derek the plate. Then goes and gets dessert and feeds it to Derek while he's on the ground...no point risking another chair!

It's not realistic but that is one of my FAVORITE images - Stiles straddling Derek's lap to feed him. Then having to lean over his stomach. Then Derek reaching to the size that Stiles is sitting on his stomach. Going to Derek who has Stiles sitting on moobs which weight more than Stiles do, happily shoving in full slices of cake to his mouth, happily telling Derek all about how much more he has to eat, and how close the sides of him are to touching the walls. (which parts, Stiles can't even tell anymore, Derek's become such a shapeless, flabby mass. Maybe his hips? Ass? Side rolls? Is it all just his belly now?) Derek who has no choice or say in anything, just happily opens his mouth and accepts the next bite.

Everyone is impatient for the next post. For Stiles to step on the scale. Theo and Stiles can't wait either, but the idea of having to stand up and get out of bed is too much for Stiles and his ballooned gut. Needs to wait until he's less drunk and less stuffed. But there's no chance Stiles is under 600lbs after all of that. He feels like he's already immobile. Like his gut is holding him down and Stiles will never be able to get back up. Theo won't tell him how much he poured into his poor, abused belly. All the beer and brownies and shakes. The calories that Stiles keeps guessing at, and Theo laughs and tells him to add another digit. Stiles was a greedier hog than he thought.

Yes!! Derek is doomed from the first date. Stiles loves to cook. Tells Derek about all the Polish recipes he has from his mother, passed down for generations. How it means so much to him, that he and his dad never had much money for fancy gifts but food? They could always show their love with a good meal. After something like that? How is Derek supposed to turn down anything Stiles offers him. Their date ends with Derek sneaking off to the bathroom to loosen his belt because DAMN the pierogis were good, but Derek didn't really need thirds. But he never stops. Doesn't tell Stiles at any point during their relationship he's doing it to be polite, and eventually doesn't care. Stiles likes to cook. Derek likes to eat. Ever single pound he's put on is because of Stiles and his addicting pastries and Derek's inability to say "no, I'm too full" and actually mean it. It would be easier to do if Stiles was a terrible cook. But Derek knows everything is amazing. The cake? It's too good to have only one bite. No matter how much he's just eaten, Derek will find a way to keep going. Unbutton his pants. Take a few breaks to rub his belly like he can will his stomach to make some more room. Tell himself "just one more bite" even though he has half a cake to go. Even when it starts feeling like each forkful is heavier and heavier, each mouthful bigger and bigger. The reward is worth it. For Stiles to come back and see the plate clean, Derek groaning, leaning back in the booth, both hands rubbing his immense stomach, barely able to think or speak or breath because he's so full. "S' so good."

Something about most of the pack with beer bellies is SO good. Or my theory of - sure wolfsbane beer gets them drunk, but there has to be a point where having ENOUGH regular beer will also get them drunk, they just...need about 10x as much. Their theory holds at first. When they have as much to drink as the humans of the back? No effect. So it gives them the false confidence that they can't get drunk and as much as Theo tells them he's still not going near the stuff because of all the empty calories- they ignore him. They drink more. Possibly spurred on by Stiles who pushes Scott and Derek into drinking competitions, to watch their bellies swell to the size of beer kegs. He swears if he put his ear against their swollen tanks, he could hear the beer sloshing in their gut. Which is when they discover if they drink that much? They do get the pleasant buzz and drunk feeling from it! Scott's never gotten to experience that - he's making up for all the time lost in his high school and college days! To them? They're fine. Doesn't sound like they're slurring or belching or hiccupping. Wolf strength! They're still agile and have fast reflexes. To a human, maybe. To the others? They can clearly tell the wolves are stumbling around with the agility of a drunk human. Lydia, Stiles, and Theo have the unspoken agreement they aren't going to suggest to them that a harder alcohol would get them their faster. They want to see the extra calories pile on. The mountain of beer cans left after the wolves have had a night of drinking. From that amount of booze? It also means the wolves aren't immune to a hangover. Which is when Stiles and Theo helpfully suggest to just drink more! They can't get hungover if they never stop drinking... Stiles has tape measure wrapped around their middles, eager to see how much he can pour into them before they hit wider than they are tall.

At first it's accidental. Stiles keeps creating feasts - stuck with so much food that will go to waste, since Stiles' power doesn't seem able to keep that food fresh - Derek ends up eating most of it. Beacon Hills slowly accepts they're a town with 2 gods. It's not too bad - Stiles has solved food shortages. No one goes hungry. Stiles stops by the the food banks and the shelters and there's a guaranteed hot meal for everyone who needs it. It takes them longer to figure out what's up with Derek. But eventually Stiles and the town figure it out. He stops by the police station with donuts for the Sheriff- and the next day a clue in a 50 year old cold case is found. Derek's next door neighbor offers him a plate of cookies- the next day her business sees a strange influx of customers. So the entire town picks up if they feed Derek? They get an excess of wealth! Which slowly morphs and changes to Derek always eating. People bring him food. Stiles keeps creating feasts. As long as Derek is well fed, the town is thriving! Enough money to build Derek essential a temple, because he's slowly becoming a town of his own...

Theo promised their supporters that Stiles would be waddling across the stage at graduation at 600lbs. Fatter than any of his other hogs. He knows Stiles can do it. Even Stiles is eager for it. 2 milestones. Graduation and hitting that massive goal. Huge, morbid obesity levels of fat that he's worked so hard to achieve. So when Theo suggests they use the last week of spring break to really push Stiles over the edge? He doesn't question what that involves, just blindly agrees. Theo starts slow. Starts him off with some regular milkshakes. Easy appetizers for the actual thing. Tells Stiles to be a good hog, chug them down for their viewers. Starts making him alternate the shake with brownies and beer, until Stiles is drunk and high and in a horny, eager to please mood. Then he starts bringing out the real shakes. The ones that Theo has scarified taste for calories- because he's trying to pack as much into Stiles as he can. Cake mix. Pudding. Sweetened condensed milk. Heavy cream. Peanut butter. Lard. Oil. Ice cream. Protein powder. It's a true piggy slop. Just a sort of off white, sludgy mixture that Stiles has to take slow, giant gulps of to get around the thickness. Usually Theo's pigs complain about the taste. But Stiles in this state? Doesn't think about it. Chugs it all down until he's panting and burping, hands resting over his belly. With the thickness of the shake, Stiles needs something to wash it down, reaches for a beer and downs it in two long gulps. The only break he gets is when he falls asleep, or when he's finally had too much beer and passes out. Wakes up to feeling less drunk and less high, and his stomach protesting about the high calorie sludge filling him. Stiles starts groaning. "F-fuck blurrrg what'sh *HRRPPphh* in that *gurrRRPP* shake? I feel l- like I've *uhhrrgh* gained 30 pounds, my belly *murmble* hurts." "It will go away in a few minutes. Give yourself time to digest- have some more brownies." He leaves the pan out while he goes to make more shakes, and comes back to see Stiles with brownie crumbs down his front, stuffing the final greedy fistful in his mouth. Theo has two full jugs of shakes in his hand. "Ready for more?" Stiles doesn't really give him a coherent answer- just a belching, grunting "Mmmpshsh" Which Theo takes as "yes" and brings one of the jugs to his lips.

He got warnings. Mostly from Peter, which were mostly amused observations in passing. That werewolf strength only gets him so far. Is he going to burst through every doorway he gets stuck in? Going to have a wheelbarrow to cart his gut around? Derek ignores it. Sure, he can't fit into cars or their apartment and have essentially created an open floor plan warehouse for he and Stiles to live in. And even with his werewolf strength, Derek isn't running or doing much more than a slow waddle. But he's *fine* Until it starts getting harder and harder and he starts needing to PULL himself up on something to get to his feet. Has to rock back and forth to build up enough momentum to get out of bed. Peter's not really surprised when Stiles calls him and says he needs help getting Derek off the couch and into a bed...

OKAY - I will admit Theo is not my favorite as a feedee but I think bc I"m biased to him as sort of the evil feeder Theo seems the feedee who either 1) Misjudges Stiles and goes from feeder, to some mutual gain, to just ending up as Stiles feedee when he realizes what's going on 2) My favorite is Theo who gets folded into the pack. Slowly. Sure, he's done fucked up stuff. But so has Peter, and he's still around. It's not easy, and there's a lot of distrust and arguments and fights. But it still eventually happens and along the way, Theo lets himself get soft. Not sure I can see Theo as super like- oversized massive whale, but he gives the total ex-jock look of the softened pecs and arms. Thick thighs giving him more of the strong look then the waddle. Belly sticking out. The look of being settled down and lazy and when he isn't scheming and focused on everything else -there's a lot more time to stop and enjoy food...

Scott is the one who tries every food trend. Sourdough. The banana bread. The foamy coffee. If he sees a tiktok video - he's trying it. No matter how it ends up. He's also the softhearted, "We have to support the local restaurants" and Derek agrees. So other than the occasional social media trend - they're ordering delivery all the time. Derek is the strict one about quarantine. He and Scott are fine, but they aren't risking Stiles. So even with a mask and vaccine and everything - they don't leave the house. Just to be safe. Derek pays to have everything delivered. Groceries. Takeout. Whatever they need. It gets harder to keep a schedule. Stiles is the only one working. Scott's vet office is closed and Derek lives off the Hale fortune. So 9-5 while Stiles works...Derek and Scott are eating. They're willing to share snacks and make Stiles' lunch - but the rest of the time, they're gaming or in front of the TV and competing to who can pack the most junk food into their swelling middles. Stiles is sitting at his home office fully without pants, because nothing seems to fit him anymore. One button down shirt...that actually stops being able to button just under his chest. Good enough for the camera, as long as he doesn't stand up... Forget home gyms, they've got the ideal fatty set-up going. Snacks within reach. Derek orders them all mini fridges to go on top of their desks. They're always eating...or thinking about their next meal. Delivery can take up to an hour! If they aren't hungry now, they will be when the meal arrives!

okay NOT my fic but this prompt totally reminded me of this - because Derek with a wallet hidden in his fat rolls is just - like ideal 10/10 no notes

Stiles will every so often say he's cutting back. He's covered his bills for school, as soon as he starts applying for jobs, he won't need to make videos. He really should cut back. He said he would never hit 600. Like that's the mark where he's finally gotten too fat. Too out of control. It can't possibly be too hard to keep himself under 600, maybe even try and go back to under 500. Theo nods supporting. Tells Stiles if that's what he wants, Theo will help him with his diet or gym routine, whatever he wants. Because it never happens. Stiles' moments of "fuck I've let myself go too fat" are always followed by his cock or appetite taking over. When Stiles starts scrolling through all the messages his fans leave him. Pointing out how fat he's gotten. Highlighting every new roll, every new stretchmark, noticing that even Stiles' feet and hands are starting to swell with fat. A true butterball. All that teasing and encouragement make Stiles want to be bigger. His fans want him to reach a new level of obesity. Stiles can get there. 600 really isn't that big. Maybe he'll stop at 800... that would be big enough. He can't stop now. Can't imagine there being LESS of him, even if he's gotten into the habit now of resting his belly on tables and chairs to relieve some of the weight off himself. Whenever he's in one of those moods- Theo takes full advantage. Fucks him while he's grabbing handfuls of his blubber. "Can't wait to see you hit 600." "You're going to be the fucking fattest hog on campus." "You're such a pig, Stiles. Ready for immobility?" Stiles is moaning and grunting that yes. He wants to be immobile. He needs Theo to make him huge. Has to be even flabbier than he is now. The image of himself in bed, just an unrecognizable mountain of fleshy, pale lard is in his head as he comes.

Office AU is top tier. Because it's so slow and insidious. No one gains overnight. It's realizing they've been at the company 5 years and somehow are double the size they were when they started. Theo on the lower end, just creeping at almost 100lbs gained. Derek and Peter topping the other side, aiming for the whopping 50 pounds a year. It's the small things. The catered lunches. Scott and Stiles start picking up donuts and their coffee flavored cream every morning. The mid morning snacks. The late afternoon snacks. The sedentary, barely getting up to walk to a meeting room, days. Half the time Peter doesn't make people go to the conference room, so Peter can take the meeting and eat at his desk. (Or to not admit he wasn't able to button his pants that morning). It's the slow acclimation to their new normal. Peter has to order new chairs for the office. Orders a vending machine. Keeps the fridge stocked with sodas. Office candy bar. The dress code starts relaxing when Peter can't find a tailor who accommodates his sizes. Stiles gets a mini desktop vacuum for all the crumbs in his keyboard. Derek's desk has become the place to rest his gut - which he's treating as his new table. Theo goes down to the gym during lunch...as an excuse so no one sees how much he's eating after making such a big deal about his "healthy" diet. Scott starts replacing caffeine with sugar, insisting that it's the same sort of energy boost. The entire IT department tries to ignore the search history. Which ranges from "are there sizes above 5XL" to "stomach making weird nosies after eating too much" to "weight loss pills!" that someone saw on tiktok and ordered - and never opens.

we were SO close to getting this. It seems like like natural progression between the end of the show and the movie. Lacrosse was Stiles trying to fit in. High school is never kind to nerds. He was never going to make football or basketball or any of the "elite" teams, so lacrosse seemed like the best option. He was still an athlete, maybe help him lose a little bit of the nerd persona. In college, he finds out no one cares. People grow up. There's not "the jocks and the nerds" that small town schools like Beacon Hills still clung to. Stiles' just has to step foot on any university in a big town and finds out there's a club for everything. Drama. Cosplay. Anime. Sports. Music. Theater. Stiles is free to give up sports and do whatever he's interested in. Which ends up with him and Scott having regular Fortnite games and binging TV shows and movies for their film club. 0 physical activity and multiple chances a week for Stiles to sit down with a weekend worth of snacks and let loose his inner nerd and glutton...

Everyone in their building wants them to move. The building is old, a 70s or 80s construct like most of the city. And while it's not the feeling of them being unsafe- sometimes the doors open and then immediately close before anyone can get on board. Or they'll lurch and shudder and a little unsteadily pull people to their floors. Most of the tenants have been stuck on the elevator at one point, although they usually get rescued in under an hour. It's enough of an inconvenience that most of them - even those on the 6th floor - take the stairs when they can. The thing only fits 6 people, and that's cramped. It's closer to 4 when people are carrying their packages and groceries. But Derek and Stiles..count as 6 people each. Nothing against those two - but everyone would need to be paid a serious fee to get on the elevator with just one of them. People have seen them coming and actively gotten OFF before. Stiles has checked the weight limit - he and Derek don't get near that! No one cares - it's more of their sheer size. They look like they could be at the 1800 pound limit, even if combined they're still well under that. It's more that between Stiles' gut and Derek's ass? There's not an easy way to get into the elevator with them. Even Derek and Stiles end up squished together or against a wall of the tiny elevator. It's uncomfortable and annoying (especially when the door tries to shut, and can't because there's someone side or thigh sticking closer enough to trigger the safety sensors. So - ground floor apartment becomes their hunt. It's not like they can just use the stairs...Derek and Stiles are on the 2nd floor!

It's not even competitive eating at that point. People come to watch for the shock. The kink. There's no competitors who are eating as much as they are. At that size? Those two can't even feed themselves. It's more a competition for their feeders. Who can climb up their flabby rolls and shovel food into their mouth the fastest. Who can keep them eating? Or watching two or three peoples struggle to lift barrels, pour them down tubes that lead to the funnels in their mouths. The crowd almost starts to get bored. They could eat or guzzle down fattening slop for hours. They don't even look bloated, not with the layers and layers of solid feet of blubber covering their stomachs. It's a wonder they can even get full.