- 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.

(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.

Chapter 15 - @fluffyotters​

And it was turning out to be quite the show.

Thanks to the never feel full and always hungry spells, the wolves were going and going like furry eating machines. They had transformed a bit, showing the wolf side as they dug into the sections. They were eating furniture, support beams, even flooring with a wild energy. Fortunately, most of the rooms seemed empty and were there merely as decoration as the wolf pack methodically moved from one room to the next.

Derek was taking charge, eating the tougher pieces while Scott and Jackson gnawed on the walls and ripped chunks off and pushed it into their thick faces. Lydia and Allison did what they could to help, as did Stiles, lest they wonder what he was doing or got suspicious. They helped break down the walls further, clubbing them apart with bits of furniture and ceiling beams, and helped Scott and Jackson find the vulnerabilities in the wall to claw at, bring Derek remnant pieces.

The layout was strange and bizarre, but it was a magic house, so it was to be expected. There were wall pieces that tasted of classic gingerbread, which made sense, but then there were other walls made of laffy-taffy, which were chewy and sticky, and doors made of chocolate. There was an entire wall of one room made of caramelized bacon that they wolfed down faster than one would have thought given how thick that was had been. However, being sweet meat, Derek, Jackson, and Scott chewed and gobbled powerfully through it. The Chocolate doors gave the wolves trouble, had Scott struggling until the humans figured out a plan involving Allison, Lydia, and Stiles working together as a team, breaking it into manageable pieces and passing them to each other.

They were in no rush as Derek ate and ate. His belly inexorably pushed outwards, but thanks to the spell he didn’t seem to notice it or them as he went on, stretching out and down as gravity took hold. There was also a lot going to the back as well, as Derek expanded, filling out what had remained of his pants and splitting them, unleashing his newly thickened, jiggling butt for all to see. Jackson and Scott paused, eyes entranced before letting out howls of celebration for the big alpha. He was their alpha and he was was continuing to prove his skills and show the body of a plentiful provider.

Of course, as they approached the end, there was one thing they discovered; the magic spells keeping them hungry apparently had their limits. Either the quantity they were eating was just too large, or as the house shrunk, the spell was losing in power. But as they reached the final room of the house, Derek’s face began to get a bit pained and there was a groaning keening noise. Though it was possible he was swelling up so big that it just taxed the limits of his werewolf powers. He finally began to slow, frustration building on his face as his body wobbled with each step and it was becoming awkward to move. It was the same for Scott and Jackson as well as they also began to slow and sweat a bit as they pushed forward. Jackson and Scott wobbled about and Stiles was beginning to worry they might not finish.

“Come on guys, you can do it,” he encouraged, going from one to the other rubbing their bellies. Allison and Lydia followed suit, each of them taking a wolf. Stiles crouched in front of Derek, hands on Derek’s thick bulging gut.

“Hey big guy. We’re almost out. There’s just a little bit left to freedom. Just a bit more and you’ll have saved us Derek. You’ll have saved the pack,” Stiles said urgently, knowing how it was to motivate Derek. He groaned, eyes rolling in his head.

“Are you sure?” he asked. 

“Yeah look around, this is the last room,” Stiles said.

“Okay…” Derek huffed trying to move his legs which were unsteady under the mass of Derek’s size. Stiles realized he’s only be able to move now with help from the others. 

“Have Scott and Jackson help Derek!” Stiles ordered.

Allison and Lydia nodded as they moved to their own respective wolf and got to encouraging them. “Please for us! The alpha needs you.”

They groaningly got up, bellies churning, meaning the magic was definitely fading as they floundered on over to either side of Derek and helped him move to the final doorway.

With heavy breath, all three of them bit into it, chewing and breaking off pieces of the gingerbread. They groaned in chorus as the door felt endless. Allison and Lydia were too full to eat more gingerbread so Stiles came to assist, his own belly bouncing and soft as he dug into it. Eventually though, the door was just gone and suddenly there was another thunderous noise and they were back outside in the woods where the house had been. The clearing around them looked completely ordinary, like nothing had ever been there, not a blade of grass disturbed or a footprint was there.

Stiles could no longer feel the tingle of magic. Suddenly, the witch’s spell book jumped out of his hands and flew towards the center as a hole appeared leading…somewhere, and the book flew through before the portal closed again.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys but that sure was something huh?” Stiles said. He turned to look over to see all of them glaring at that statement. “Okay sorry,” Stiles said. “I’m shutting up now.”

The others had already collapsed upon the ground, bellies heaving and pointing towards. Derek looked absolutely huge. After eating most of the house, he had surpassed Scott in size and girth, his belly a blubbery thick mountain and wide pillow. Stiles approached his gently quivering form in awe.

“Are you alright?” Stiles asked, gently laying his hand on Derek’s massive belly.

“Did we make it?” Derek groaned out. He blinked his eyes wearily.

“Yeah we’re outside,” Stiles said. “You saved us, big guy.” “Good,” Derek said before falling asleep, the food coma hitting hard with a crash since there was no more magic effecting him. Stiles looked around at the others, seeing that they all seemed to be having the same problem. They had the right idea and, Stiles felt like he could use a nap now too that it was safe.

Chapter 1 - @chubby-derek-and-friends

“Okay, how the hell are we lost in the preserve?” Stiles shouted.

Around him, the werewolves all growled in frustration. Derek in particular was on edge. The pack as a whole had headed into the preserve together to investigate a strange smell that the wolves had picked up on. No one had been able to track it by themselves. Even Derek, who was the best at using his heightened senses, had been unable to locate the source.

It took a lot of cajoling and infighting but eventually the alpha had agreed that maybe the pack should pool their collective resources. (“Three noses are better than one, Derek! Even if they aren’t all as pretty as yours!” Stiles had argued. Derek’s resulting glare had only gotten a smirk in response.)

But apparently three werewolf noses weren’t better together because now Derek, Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Jackson and Alison were lost in the woods that surrounded Beacon Hills.

“No, I mean literally, how are we lost? The preserve isn’t that big and we’ve been walking all day! We should have found some sign on civilization by now!” Stiles said.

“Unless you have something productive to add, Stilinski, shut up,” Jackson grunted.

“Oh, fuck you, Jackson,” Stiles said back.

The former kanima growled at Stiles but Derek intervened.

“Knock it off! Both of you!” He ordered, flashing his red eyes.

Jackson bared his neck instinctually, though his facial expression was pure pissy-ness. Stiles just scoffed, but then he kept quiet.

The group looked around again. Nothing looked particularly familiar, though. No jogging paths, no clearing, no burned down Hale mansion,...nothing had been where it was supposed to be. And nothing smelled right. That was what really got to Derek. He had grown up in these woods. He knew the scent of every plant and animal that could be found in the preserve, but right now nothing smelled familiar at all, and it put him on edge. Which was probably why Jackson was so upset. Betas tended to pick up on their alpha’s emotions.

Derek watched Jackson stride up to a tree and slash it with his claws, leaving deep cuts in the wood. He then stuck his nose right up to the claw marks and started taking in deep breathes. After a moment, he shoved himself back and growled at the tree, his frustration evident. “I can’t even smell the tree when it’s right in front of me!” he practically screamed.

“Is it some sort of spell?” Lydia asked from where she was standing,, her arms folded across her chest.

“I don’t know.” Derek grunted in response.

“What about the smell we came out here for?” Stiles asked. “Can you still smell it?”

Stiles looked at Scott who stood next to him. Scott stuck his nose up in the air and sniffed delicately. “Yeah, I can. What about you guys?”

Jackson nodded.

“Yes, I can still smell it,” Derek said.

“Well, maybe whatever is causing the smell is also keeping us lost?” Stiles said.

“Which would mean this is a trap,” Alison responded.

The group looked at each other warily.

“Well, if it is, we’re already in it. Better to find out what the trap is so we can figure out how to break out of it, right?” Stiles said. His voice was optimistic, but his scent was nervous and afraid. Derek felt the overwhelming need to comfort the boy, but Scott was next to him already, and he put his hand on Stiles’s shoulder in solidarity.

“Right,” Scott said. He looked at Derek, “think you can figure out which way the source of the smell is now?”

Derek lifted his head and turned around slowly. He let his eyes drift closed to better focus on the smell. It was a warm smell, spicy. Inviting. Eventually Derek seemed to find the direction where the smell was strongest and he opened his eyes.

“This way,” the alpha grunted, and started walking towards the source.

The group followed, and it only took a surprisingly short amount of time for them to stumble into a clearing that they were sure hadn’t been there before. But that was hardly the strangest thing.

Chapter 4 - @mystoryandotherrandomthoughts

“Say, Derek, didn’t realize you had such a sweet tooth.” Stiles teases while Derek shoves what must be the tenth lemon bar in his mouth. 

“I don’t,” Derek says blushing with half a lemon bar sticking out of his mouth, “They’re just so good. I don’t see you putting down that pie,” Derek bites back.

Stiles surprisingly looks cowed after the mention of his indulgence. He looks over the pack they are all enjoying the sweets the nice old woman left them. She must be bringing more as they eat, because the stack of lemon bars is just as big as when they started, which must have been at least an hour ago. And now there are cupcakes, macaroons, tiramisu, and, biggest of all, a giant red velvet cheesecake with cream cheese frosting. A cheesecake which Scotty is rudely bogarting, in Stiles’s opinion, though Stiles can’t blame him. In the one bite each of them got before Scott stole it, Stiles practically came at the taste. The others’ moans seemed to indicate that they felt the same.

“Scotty, come on,” Stiles whines, “share the orgasmic cake. At least with me? Best bros get to eat cake right?”

Scott growls at Stiles, putting himself between Stiles and the scrumptious cake.

“Fine!” Stiles huffs and stands up, not noticing the sliver of skin poking out of what used to be a baggy t-shirt, and walks over to the fluffy haired alpha.

Scott eyes him warily still growling lowly. Stiles leans down and to everyone’s shock licks a glob of frosting off Scott’s lip.

“See sharing can be fun for everyone.” Stiles says with a smirk as the pack stares, dumbfounded. And no one more surprised than Scott, though he recovers quickly and takes a bit of frosting to smears it on Stiles’s neck, which he then proceeds to suck off while stuffing a lemon bar in Stiles’s mouth as the human moans at the feeling. 

“The saying’s right,” Scott says as he pulls off Stiles’s neck, leaving a dark hickey there. “Sharing is caring. Right, Stiles?”

Stiles just moans around a second lemon bar Scott feeds him and nods. Stiles and Scott proceed to feed each other and occasionally make out.

Derek just rolls his eyes. ‘About time those two finally did something about that tension between them.’ the alpha thinks. He looks over at the rest of the pack.

Jackson seems to have taken a liking to the tiramisu, probably deeming it as one of the few desserts fancy enough for his rich-boy ass. Although is it just Derek, or has said rich-boy ass gotten bigger? It’s not like he pays a ton of attention to his first beta’s body, but his butt does look somewhat wider.

Derek looks over at Lydia and Allson, both of whom seem to be thoroughly enjoying the cupcakes. Both girls have small paunches and Lydia’s breasts seem to be straining her already tight top.

Shoving another lemon bar into his own mouth, Derek turns his attention to the last two boys. Their mouths are covered in frosting, which they seem to be licking off each other, and from there it devolves in to another heated kiss. Derek notices both boys seemed to have gained weight, though Scott’s time hogging that cake seems to be showing the most.

With some trepidation, Derek looks down at himself and sees a small belly has replaced his defined abs. It’s bigger than the girls, and maybe bigger than Stiles’s stomach, but no where near Scott’s. Derek goes through a whirlwind of emotions and almost tells the others what he’s noticed...almost...but then he feels his wolf.

The wild-animal side of him is filled with several emotions, but not the fear or worry the human part of Derek feels.  No, the wolf feels pride in his pack’s new growing forms, that they reflect well on the Alpha, showing that he can provide an abundance of sustenance. A shot of lust goes though Derek from the wolf as he looks back to Stiles and Scott. The baby alpha and human have grown strong and sturdy because of HIM, and when the time comes he will join the pups in their play. He returns his gaze to Jackson, his first beta. Derek would need to work harder and make sure that Jackson’s a good refection on his alpha. Being smaller then Scott he can excuse, but smaller then Stiles? Never. Though he’ll have to think up a way to encourage the beta without him catching on to his rising weight.

The two females of the group will keep to themselves. The wolf has sensed the growing attraction between the two, and if Stiles and Scott’s outburst is anything to go by, it’s only a matter of time before they push past the veneer of friendship into something more.

Chapter 7 - @chubby-derek-and-friends

Jackson’s response to Derek’s command was surly acceptance. “You’re buying me a new shirt,” he groused through a mouthful of muffins. But his frown quickly melted into a blissed out smile with the taste of the treat.

Derek smirked at the beta. “Good boy,” he said.

Jackson whined slightly at the praise, then flushed in embarrassment. He quickly glanced around at the rest of the pack, but the girls were in their own world, a world seemly of buttercream and belly rubs. Scott and Stiles were the same. The human was still perched on Scott’s lap, pushing brownies into the wolf’s mouth and licking the smeared chocolate frosting from his lips.

Jackson felt heat begin to pool in his stomach as he watched the two of them, watched as Stiles grabbed and shook Scott’s heavy belly, licked and nipped at his mouth and chin. Jackson’s mouth fell open as he began to harden, his breath coming more and more shallowly.

“You want that, Jackson?” Derek asked softly from beside him.

Jackson nodded without turning away. He felt a doughnut being pressed into his mouth, moaned at the taste as the crème filling oozes across his tongue.

“You want that,” Derek said, breath ghosting across Jackson’s ear, “then I wanna see you busting out of those pants. You understand me?”

Jackson nodded vigorously. Without another word, he turned back to the table and began shoving doughnuts into his mouth one after the other. Chips of glaze and small dollops of crème fell into his bare bloated stomach as he stuffed himself.

“Good boy,” Derek praised him again.

Jackson increased his pace in response.

Derek smiled at the Beta’s enthusiasm, and took the chance to glance back over at Scott and Stiles. Stiles was looking back at him and smiling a knowing smile, while Scott was shoving brownies into his own mouth.

Derek raised his eyebrows in response, chewing through another lemon bar. They really are quite delicious, the older man thought.

Stiles leaned down and whispered in Scott’s ear, his voice soft enough that Derek couldn’t hear him over the grunting and moaning of the rest of the pack as they devoured the table full of food. Scott nodded, leaning back so Stiles could stand from his lap. When Stiles was away from the alpha, Scott leaned back in and began to eat the brownies with a renewed vigor. Meanwhile, Stiles made his way over to where Derek stood watching him.

“Nice work with Jackson,” Stiles said, casually picking up a cookie from an as of yet untouched platter and taking a bite. “Who knew he had a praise kink?”

Jackson growled slightly around the mouth full of fried dough, but a quick flash of Derek’s eyes was enough to get him to return to his task.

“Just doing what’s best for the pack,” Derek said.

“Hmmm, and what about what’s best for you, big guy?” Stiles asked. He looked the older man up and down, his eyes dark in obvious lust.

Derek felt the answering growl before he knew he was making it. It wasn’t an angry sound, but an response to the hunger in Stiles’s gaze.

“Gotta make sure the big bad wolf is the biggest and the baddest, right?” Stiles asked, bringing a fresh lemon bar up to Derek’s lips. Derek opened his mouth wide, taking the entire thing in one bite. When Stiles went to withdraw his hand, Derek snatched his wrist, grumbling as he chewed and swallowed, them took Stiles’s fingers between his lips to clean the remains of the sweet from them. Stiles gasped softly.

“You think you’ve got what it takes to fill me up?” Derek teased.

Chapter 16 - @mystoryandotherrandomthoughts

Stiles woke up pleasantly warm, swaddled in a massive arm and pressed against an even more massive and soft belly. He looked up and saw the very chubby but recognizable face of Derek, his alpha all big and chubby and very sexy. Even if this was all his fault, (which he is definitely not telling the pack, after he almost got them all eaten by an evil witch born from his twisted, fetish-crazed mind) Stiles couldn’t argue with the results.

Stiles looked over at Scott and fuck, he helped his best friend get that big. Though Stiles guessed he was responsible for all of the pack’s new plump forms.

He poked Derek soft pecs it an effort to wake the sleeping giant. It took a little bit but eventually the alpha roused, looking down at the young human.

“Morning, big guy.” Stiles greeted, smirking, still playing with the large tits Derek had grown. “How're you feeling?”

“Mmm, full.” Derek moaned, pulling Stiles closer and nuzzled against the top of Stiles’s head.

“Well, I’d hope so. You just ate most of a house.” Stiles chuckled, groping Derek’s gut. “And it shows, my big strong alpha,” Stiles purred.

Derek growled and captured Stiles’s pillowy lips in a heated kiss, all growling and moans and whines, and tongues. Derek pulled back.

“Damn right, I’m your alpha,” he whispered into Stiles’s mouth. Stiles giggled at Derek’s pride in being large and in charge.

“We should wake up the rest of the pack,” Stiles whispered back and began wiggling out of Derek’s supernaturally strong arms.

At the mention of the pack, they both looked around at their sleeping friends. The two boys got up (Derek with Stiles’s help) and moved towards the pack members, Stiles going to Scott and Derek to Jackson.

“Hey buddy,” Stiles whispered in the ear of his best friend, and maybe more after what went on in that cottage, “time to wake up, Scotty. We gotta get home.”

Scott blinked open his eyes. The wolf stared at Stiles for a moment, then leaned up and kissed him. Not in the same way Derek, did all passion and want and lust. No, Scott’s kiss was of love, friendship, and care. Stiles hummed into the kiss and let himself be pulled onto the ground. Here was the passion that Scott felt for him, Stiles thought, as Scott groped Stiles’s belly and ass. Then Scott pulled away and gave one of his patented puppy dog grins.

“I take it that all that talk in the cottage wasn’t just the spell then?” Stiles asked with a smirk.

“About loving cheesecake or loving you? ‘Cause I definitely meant the stuff about the cheesecake,” Scott said, smirking back.

“Oh, gain a hundred pounds and all the sudden you have a sense of humor,” Stiles laughed, smacking Scott’s blubbery arm.

“If I gained a hundred, you gained at least seventy,” Scott retorted, poking Stiles’s round belly.

“Whatever, come on let’s wake up the girls,” Stiles said, getting up and motioning for Scott to do the same.

Chapter 17 - @sterekchub As Stiles went to rouse the girls from their slumber, Derek made his way over to Jackson. The beta was smaller than Scott, but still had surpassed Stiles by at least fifty pounds. Like the other wolves, his clothes had succumbed to his growing mass. Derek was proud of him. Jackson had gotten big and strong, his wobbly ass and thick thighs grown to support his wide gut. 

 “You’re going to make a good beta,” Derek told him, patting his belly, “particularly if you keep this up.”

Jackson looked immensely pleased with himself.  Derek walked next to him for a few minutes, from time to time slapping Jackson’s rear or belly, praising him for having gotten so big. Soon though, Derek could no longer keep pace with Jackson, his still massively heavy and full belly slowing him down. It was bouncing with each step, burps bubbling up as his stomach protested so much movement.

Stiles was walking behind the rest of the group. Partially because he did not have the advantage of werewolf strength – he was out of breath, suddenly feeling much heavier now he was moving, watching his belly move with every step – but also because the one advantage to being at the rear of the group was getting a wonderful view of his fattened pack.  

They were all adjusting to the weight, bodies jiggling as they made their slow waddle to the car. Lydia and Allison were in the front, having the advantage of gaining the least amount of weight in the group. They would stop now and again, both to catch their breath and to let the wolves catch up. Scott and Derek were the ones to watch, their wide hips and stomachs turning their usual gaits into more of a powerful waddle. 

Stiles sped up slightly, passing Scott. “Come on, shouldn’t you wolves be faster?”

“When we haven’t eaten an entire house,” Scott huffed.

“Excuses,” Stiles smiled, stopping to kiss Scott briefly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better,” Derek growled from behind them. He and Scott both took a step closer to Stiles, sandwiching him in between their blubber. “Don’t want to disappoint your Alphas.”

Stiles’s mind was completely cleared of anything but the desire to squeeze and grab all the glorious fat he was surrounded by. Scott and Derek both seemed so impossibly big and heavy, their combined weight making Stiles feel small despite his own considerable gain.

“Hey,” Lydia panted, making all three of them look up and realize the edge of the woods had finally vanished behind them and their two cars were in view. “Who plans on driving?”

“No one is driving my car.”

“Derek – ”

“I’m driving.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and stepped back from the driver’s side of the car as Derek swung open the door. He sat down, facing out of the car, planning to swing himself around to face the steering wheel, but was blocked by his gut, pressing against it. Grumbling, he tried to adjust the seat but his mass prevented him from leaning over to reach the lever.

Jackson was smirking. “Still think you can drive?”

“Maybe not.” He struggled getting to his feet, the car low enough to the ground that getting to a standing position was proving difficult. Snorting with laughter, Stiles and Jackson each took an arm and heaved Derek to his feet.

 “Lydia and I can drive,” Allison suggested.

They quickly decided Scott and Derek were not fitting into a car together. Jackson and Scott climbed into the back of Allison’s car while Derek and Stiles climbed into the back of the Camaro.

It was a tight fit, but Stiles wasn’t about to complain about being forced to sit so closely against Derek. The Alpha had his hands on Stiles’s belly, stroking and squeezing him teasingly until Stiles decided to retaliate. With a quick apology to Lydia, Stiles pressed a quick kiss to Derek’s lips, and then moved his mouth down, flicking his tongue over Derek’s nipple as he grabbed at Derek’s soft underbelly.

Derek’s stomach suddenly rumbled. Stiles sat back up, staring at him. “How can you be hungry?”

“An Alpha has to stay big and strong.”