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Chapter 12 - @chrhodes

“I need to be good. I need to be good. I need to be good for my Alpha.” That was What kept repeating in Jackson’s head. He had to be the best for his Alpha, he needed to please his Alpha, is Alpha must be proud of him, and his Alpha told him to eat more, so Jackson had to eat more. Plus, the food was delicious. Muffins, donuts, cheesecakes. “It is so good. I have to eat more, I have to be big and strong for my Alpha”.

As he was gorging himself, he felt his Alpha’s hands on his belly, stroking his sides, caressing him. He felt his Alpha’s big cheek against his own, sent-marking him, approving him.

“You’re such a good boy, Jackson” said Derek, kissing him on his softening jawline. “You’re becoming strong for me. Keep going. I’m proud of you”.

Jackson beamed with pride and opened his mouth to let Derek feed him. His perfect Alpha, his big perfect Alpha. While Derek was feeding him, he let his hands go to and worship the Alpha’s body. Derek had been ballooning, a perfect round belly that was starting to sag a bit. Huge hips, almost as big as small beer bellies. Tree trunk tights attached to two massive butt cheeks that were close to tearing open his tortured pants and underwear at any moment. Jackson wanted to be like him. Big and strong like his Alpha. He was pretty sure that it was what Derek wanted anyways. So he kept gobbling all the food Derek put in his mouth, moaning and enjoying the moment.

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On the other side of the room, Stiles was playing with his huge puppy. He sat on the Alpha’s thigh and fed him, living what he could call now his dream.

“Who’s the fattiest-softiest-hugest-bluberryesque puppy here?” he asked while waving a piece of brownie above Scott’s head.

“It’s me! It’s me!” answered Scott while catching it and chewing it greedily.

“Yeah, it’s you my Scottie” said Stiles, kissing him on the neck while putting another piece of cake in Scott’s mouth. “You’re so beautiful”.

The four boys kept eating, playing, kissing, teasing, praising, caressing, grabbing, touching, nipping and gorging more with food when Derek growled loudly.

“Where’s the food?! Where’s the food?!” he growled, jumping around the table, making his remaining clothes tear more and more. Even the giant sumptuous cake the witch had bought out seemed to have disappeared (though it seemed to be rebuilding itself, unknown to the boys).

It was catastrophic. Jackson was whining, going after and clinging into his Alpha. Scott was looking so sad Stiles wanted to kiss his sorrow away.

“Stiles, where’s the food?!”

“Stilinski, go get us food.”

“Stiles, please, I’m hungry.”

“Okay, okay” said Stiles while getting up a bit, grunting. He slapped playfully at Scott’s belly and looked at the wolves. “I’ll find the old lady and ask her for food. A lot of it. Stay good, puppies.” Stiles chuckled at the grumble from Derek as he left the room.

After searching a couple of doorways, and catching his breath a bit, Stiles found the kitchen. It was a nice room, made of food like the rest of the house of course, but the old lady was not here.

Stiles knew it was impolite to help himself without asking, but his wolves were hungry, so he started to open the pantries to find something. Who knew how long it would be until they just started eating the furniture!

But every cabinet Stiles looked in was empty. That was weird. The old lady had brought them so much food, but all the pantries were empty. Defeated, Stiles was going to rejoin the others in the living room, when his eyes caught a book.

A big book.

A big old book.

A big old book looking like the one Deaton was giving him to learn magic.

Stiles peeped at the page. It was opened to the a spell called “Never ending food”, he turned the pages to find other spells like “Never Feel Full”, “Blissful enchanted ignorance”, “Endless Hunger” and “Desire To Be The Biggest”. What was that? Spell to make people fat? Why? That was stupid. Then, he looked at the title of the book and his eyes went wide.

“How To Cook Fat Children; 1,001 ways to plump’em up.”

Stiles felt cold in the pit of his enlarged stomach. The old lady planned to eat them?? He had to tell the others. With the book in his hand, he dashed back to the living room, arriving out of breath from even the small sprint.

“Guys…we have...a problem! The old...lady…she’s...a witch…A bad one. And…I found...this book. It says...how...to cook...fat children. And we’re the fat children I think. We have to stop her!” Stiles gulped and breathed heavily.

But none of the wolves was listening to him. Derek only grunted in response, too busy gnawing the marshmallow sofa with the other two to pay much attention. The three of them were greedily eating as if the sofa was going to disappear like the rest of the food at any second.

Stiles was speechless at the wolves’ gluttony, but he couldn’t help but stare. They seemed to be obsessed with stuffing themselves like pigs. He laughed at the thought: wolves being like pigs. He was so hypnotized by the show that he did not dare to interrupt them. He decided to do something when the sofa became history, and the cookie chairs began to be gobbled by the wolves. They were out of control now he needed the girls to help him.

Stiles looked around to find them, but they were nowhere to be sight. He had to find them. Maybe the witch took them.

Stiles began searching the house for them, opening every door when he found the one. (Though why a gingerbread cottage had so many rooms he couldn’t fathom.)

What Stiles found in this room was so shocking. Lydia and Allison had almost completely burst out of their clothes, and they were still eating, shoing handfulls of sweets into each other’s mouths between kisses. He had to help them and leave this hell house now.

He just entered the room when he felt a presence behind him.

“Well, well, well, it is isn’t the enabler?”

Stiles spun around in shock.

The witch quickly took the book Stiles was holding. “Good job.”

Hey! First of all, I’m a fan of your stories and chubby!TeenWolf stories. Thanks for that.

So last night I was looking for chubby!isaac stories and I was greatly disappointed to see that there are none or just a few.

So I was imagining a story (but I’m a bad writer and English is not my first language).

It was more like an alternate universe where Talia Hale was the proud owner of a successful bakery in Beacon Hill with her dear friend Melissa McCall. Both of their kids (Derek Hale and Scott McCall) work there since they are teenagers and, well, constantly around pastries helped their waistline (like two obese 16 years olds kids).

I was at first thinking about a Sterek story where Stiles come back with his dad in California after years of absence and met again his (very) fatter best friend, Scott. Then he is introduced to Derek and BAM! they fall in love etc…etc…

But we could imagine that Talia Hale adopted Isaac after his dad abused him. And after finding a new stable home, family and friends, she proposed him to work at her bakery with Derek and Scott. Then he slowly start to put on weight. 😉

This alternative timeline could be so many things : Scile, Stisaac or Derek/Isaac (romance or brotherly). It could be third person point of view or Isaac centric.

I don’t know what you think but the world deserve more chubby!Isaac or Fat!Isaac

Awww that sounds precious and I agree the chubby!isaac is tragically scarce… I love the idea of alternate timelines lol it makes my multishipper heart rejoice! Fat Scott w chubby Isaac?? Thin Stiles w fat Scott or Isaac?? Fat Derek AND fat Isaac???? Ahhh beautiful <3 

Chapter 6 - @chrhodes

Watching him munching on the doorknob, Stiles could only think about something was different about Derek. He was, well, so close to Stiles, in a not “I’m gonna rip your throat” mode, with a look filled with pride and lust. His face was so close Stiles could smell his sugary breath. He closed his eyes, ready to sink into the wolf’s body when he heard Derek gnawing into the cotton candy curtain on his left. “Go take care of Scott” he said smiling at Stile before going back to Jackson.

What happened? He was so close to his Sourwolf… well Sugarwolf actually. He was so eager to touch the Alpha’s body and rub himself into that too tight leather jacket.

“Stiles.. come back…” Scott pleaded with his brown puppy eyes while swallowing one of the biggest brownie piece he’s ever seen. Can wolves eat chocolate? Isn’t it dangerous like for dogs? But they are also part humans…most of the time… and Scotty loves chocolate. Well right know his face was covered with it. “I need you”

Stiles made his way back toward Scott, but he couldn’t stop from glancing back at Derek. His progress was obviously too slow to Scott, who grabbed the human and sat him on his thigh looking satisfied having his pack mate/ friend/brother on him.

“You big puppy.” Stiles chided.

Scott grinned at that and more when Stiles started to lick the chocolate from his mouth and cheeks while grabbing the young wolf belly. Stiles tingled at the touch of the warm and soft skin. Of course he knows how Scott’s skin feels like, they are always touching each other all the time but now it is different. Different but good, as if there was more of Scott. More of his packmate. More of the wolf he wanted to satisfy and to help. More of this sweet body Stiles now desperately wants to feel, to touch and to take care of.

And Stiles was not the only one to crave for the touch. With his free hand, Scott was grabbed and caressed the side of his puny friend. Well, puny was not the right word. He could feel the weight of Stiles on his leg, and it was not the “147-pound defenseless human” he felt. He was the packmate who was taking care of him. Most of the time Scott’s wolf was wary of the fact Stiles was the one who commands, but right now, the wolf was enjoying it. A human fending for him. A human showing him he was big and strong, limitless and beautiful. And this Stiles was taking more room, he was softer and tender. His pale skin was showing and he could only dig his fingers into his hips, making the skin rolls under them. He purred with pleasure.

That was the life he always wanted. With Allison, Lydia, Derek, Jackson and of course his Stiles. Thinking of them being together here forever made him purr of pleasure. He felt when Stiles smiled.

“Did you just purr? Like a cat?” Stiles teased.

“Just shut up and give me the pie” Scott said, finishing devouring the brownie while Stiles was rubbing his gut.

“Still not full Scotty boy? Well then, pecan or apple?” Stile asked, both pies in hand.

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Derek smiled proudly watching Stiles finally understanding what Pack means. Even if he was most of the time annoying, loud-mouthed and sarcastic, he was implicated in this pack. He was fitting. He looked like he belongs with the wolves, even if he was smaller than them. Speaking of smaller, he needed to focus on Jackson. His beta. He was still far behind the other wolves and Stiles was neck and neck with him. He has to change that. Jackson needs to be loved, to be pampered and to be shown that he also belonged here. Derek knew the whole Kanima’s story had taken a toll on the teenager, making him reluctant to get closer to the pack. Derek had to change that. He tried to pick his pride but knew he had to make it harder for Jackson to refuse belonging. He had to show him that he cares and Jackson is worth it.

As he got closer, Jackson looked at him, an eyebrow raised, almost challenging.

“What now?”

“You should” as Derek moved his body close to Jackson, “be more happy about this moment, this place. We are all having a good time” he said glancing with him at Stiles and Scott. “You deserve it, Jackson.”

He scoffed at that. “Since when are you an all positive kind of guy? You’re going soft, Hale.”

Derek popped three macarons in his mouth, sighing. He was making things more difficult than it should be. Everybody was having a good time. Stiles and Scott, obviously (even if Derek didn’t want to admit he was a bit envious of them right now), Allison and Lydia, the latter of whom was back to her friend, pushing more cupcakes at her.

He rubbed his belly, thinking how he could make Jackson feels all that: the caring, the complicity and the pure ecstasy of the moment.

Then, with his claws he tore open Jackson’s shirt, each button one by one, freeing the teenager’s belly. With his other hand, he pick jelly-filled muffins, one on each claw.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jackson shouted. “That’s an Armani!”

- by @chrhodes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- by @chrhodes

It was a big day for Stiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isaac asked him if he needed any help.

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

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

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

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

- by @chrhodes

Isaac was late. Well, he was not as early as usual, which was the same thing. He had a lot to do. Being the PA of Derek Hale was not an easy job. Not that Derek was a tyrant. He was demanding, of course, but he understood that Isaac was just human. Something rare these days.

But still, he was going to be a bit late if his morning coffee kept on being late. He checked his boss schedule for the day again and knew he had an hour and a half before Derek arrived and gave Isaac more work.

Other people would still be at home or in bed, but Isaac enjoyed the emptiness of the office at this time of day. He grabbed his venti caramel macchiato latte and crossed the street to the Hale & Hale building. As expected, nobody was here yet, so he could enjoy his coffee alone.

When he entered his office, he spotted a basket filled with croissants and muffins, certainly from the new Happiness Producer. Isaac didn’t know him very well. He seemed to be a decent guy, a bit on the klutzy side, loud mouthed, but always smiling and happy. Well, with those kind of gestures he was certainly doing good.

He was even nice with Isaac. He gave him cookies because he obviously needed some. Isaac had a sweet tooth and liked when people took care of him. So he was glad this guy was better than the last one Derek fired, and he was pretty sure the cookies Stiles gave him got him hired. In fact, Isaac was positive of that because he was certain he’d left a cookie on his desk for later, but it was nowhere to be found. Of course, he wasn’t going to confront Derek about it. So a little payback was in order. He could eat a part of Derek’s treat, right?

“Jesus, how many did he bring?” Even if it had been a month since Stiles joined the company, Isaac was still he was surprised with the quantity of food Stiles gave them. Well, he supposed it was for them, but maybe it was only for Derek. Anyways, Isaac picked some of the treats to eat with his coffee. As usual it was good, really good.

He’d have to thank Stiles for that. Stiles had also started bringing him his lunch. A copious one. The new guy was so shocked when Isaac told him that he usually skipped lunch because Derek skipped lunch. Stiles seemed to make it his personal mission to bring Isaac and Derek both a lunch. And everyday it was something different and really filling. He was basically stuffed and sleepy because of the food every afternoon.

Well, it was Stiles job to make them happy after all. And it was working. While reading his emails, Isaac picked a up fourth pastry. He felt the need to readjust his pants slightly to get rid of the pinching sensation at his waist. He really didn’t like having to wear a suit. It was uncomfortable, but it was fashion, as Whittemore kept saying and after all, it was Derek who paid for it. It was really fitted and, as Erica said “it shows everything right.”

Chapter 18 - @chrhodes

The past week had been a blast.

They had had to explain to their shocked parents what had happened, but still, this wasn’t the weirdest thing that happened to the pack. And as Stiles had said to his father, there was just more of them to love. Their parents, indeed shocked by their size, were relieved to see them after their ten-day disappearance. The witch’s spell was obviously strong enough to make them think their big adventure lasted only a couple of hours.

After few tests conducted by Deaton and Melissa, they were pronounced to be in good health, particularly the humans. Granted they were way bigger, but they could still live a normal life/ Thankfully it was the summer, so they didn’t have to explain to their peers how they put on so much weight in such a short time.

Now they were closer than ever and Stiles was grateful he had (accidentally and intentionally) summoned the witch. They were now a true pack, with each member involved in the others’ well-being.

Jackson insisted on providing clothes for the guys. It was hilarious and also really hot when the poor tailor came to take their measurements, especially Derek and Scott. But now they had their own supersized Armani shirts and designer clothes because, as Jackson and Lydia said, “You can be fat and fab”. But the best moment was when Stiles brought them to the big and tall store to try on clothes. He was all flustered when he saw how obscenely tight Scott’s shorts were and how half of Derek’s butt cheeks were hanging out of them.

And they were closer then ever in their intimacy as well.

They were touching each other all the time. Even Jackson was cuddling with Stiles playing with his chubby body. Sure, they were still firing snarky comments at each other while they tickled and teased, but anyone could see the affection behind it. Also Jackson was truly involved with pack activities. He was even organizing some gatherings in his mansion. That was a welcome change. Plus Jackson was way sexier with all that flab and he new it. Obviously his ego inflated with his 325 pound body. “Told you, Stilinski, I’m everybody’s type.”

Scott and Derek were another case.

Scott and Stiles had always been attached at the hip, but with Scott’s way wider ones it could have meant they were not as close as before, but it was not the case. They were fully fused now, a true symbiosis between them. It was pure affection and love, small kisses and and looks that showed how they loved each other. There were many hugs, way more than before, ans Stiles was always rubbing and grabbing Scott, telling him how beautiful he was, and Scott was always burying his face in Stiles.

With Derek, though, it was passion. Maybe it was because he was a born wolf, but he was all over Stiles every time he saw him. And Stiles wasn’t shy in showing his affection and admiration to the wider alpha. His alpha was hot and he had to show him how grateful he was to be part of his pack.

But the Alpha was hotter when Stiles was watching him making out with Scott. Certainly an alpha thing because the two were stuck in a pure love-admiration-rivalry when they were together, but they were always sharing Stiles. And Stiles was more than happy with that. He loved to press against the two alphas when they were grabbing each other and playfully growling. That was their thing.

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Two weeks after the events in the woods, Stiles was invited by his two alphas for their traditional (well it was 3 days, old but totally a tradition for Stiles) Netflix and Chill afternoon.

Well Netflix and chill was a tiny bit different than what the others mean. For the trio, it was an eating contest, mostly between the fatter boys, followed by belly rubs distributed courtesy of Stiles Stilinski. Today would be certainly no different. Stiles was still amazed by his lovers’ capacities, both in eating and in making him feel really, really good.

When he arrived he noticed the huge pile of pizza boxes, at least 30, put on the mattresses of Derek’s loft. The mattresses were an excellent new addition to their activities due to the little accident that happened in Stiles’s room few days prior when Scott and Derek came to his bed to snuggle with him.

Obviously the bed was too small for the three of them, but it didn’t really appreciate the added weights. And Stiles was pretty sure it was not his 275 pounds to blame for it. It was more the 450 of Scott and the 510 of Derek that killed his poor bed. Of course, the Sheriff rushed in his room when he heard the loud bang and scolded at them on how stupid they were to think that a twin bed could support 1,225 pounds. Stiles was still really excited when he thought of that moment. Since then had brought eight mattresses to take up a corner of the loft, enough to fit all of the pack on it.

When he spotted his two big boys, they were already eating pizzas and lightly chatting before noticing their lighter boy with his eyebrows up, judging them.

“You couldn’t wait for me before starting, could you?” He playfully scolded them.

Derek grabbed his arm and made him bounce on his belly before putting Stiles between him and Scott. Scott moved closer behind Stiles, sandwiching him against Derek’s bulk.

“We got hungry” murmured Scott in his hear, grabbing his love handles. “Plus we lasted fifteen minutes before only eating a bit of it.”

“Scott, it was two boxes and the two delivery boys left five minutes ago,” Derek said, shifting even closer to Stiles.

“You’re out of control, dudes,” snorted Stiles. “No wonder you’re so fat,” he said, while playing with Derek’s used-to-be pecs.

“But you like it,” Derek answered, kissing the boy.

“And you should have seen us at breakfast,” teased Scott, slapping his belly. “I beat Derek in an ice cream contest. I totally finished the four gallons before him.”

“I let you win, Scott.”

“And you didn’t invite me for that?” Asked Stiles, shocked and also really excited by the thought of the two massive boys wolfing down ice cream and growling at each other during the contest before making themselves better on their improvised bed. They probably hadn’t even moved until the pizzas arrived “I hate you, pigs.”

The two wolves growled playfully at him while crushing him a bit more with their fat bodies.

“No you don’t.”