#chubby jackson

In front from left: Dave Lambert, Dizzy Gillespie, Chubby Jackson, and back from left: John Simmons and George Handy . NYC 1947

📸 Art Kane, 1958

Electric Shades of Grey (The Psychedelic Priest, 1971/2001)

Chubtober Day 4

- 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.

Woody Herman: Red Top, 1945

Mike Zirpolo, the host of swingandbeyond, recalls how electrifying the Woody Herman band (later known as the First Herd) was during the mid-1940s. With superb modern soloists like Flip Phillips and Bill Harris, arrangers Ralph Burns and Neal Hefti, and a powerful rhythm section driven by Chubby Jackson and Dave Tough, this band not only was a forward-thinking jazz unit, but one that scored with the public, making it one of the most favored musical organizations of its time. Red Top isn’t one of Woody’s more famous sides, mainly because he never recorded it commercially, but it ranks as one of the wildest (it has some moments that remind us of his record Goosey Gander”).

-Scott Wenzel

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Danny Mahealani/Jackson Whittemore Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore Additional Tags: chubby!kink, Chubby Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Fat Scott McCall, Chubby Jackson Whittemore, Fat Jackson Whitmore, I'll add more tags as I add chapters Summary: