#fat!peter

You read my MIND!!!!!! I was just thinking about Chris being 'given' Peter by Gerard. Of having his own fattened pet, the wolf turned hog who is still managing to be a smug asshole even while he's got shake dribbling down his double chin and a gut wobbling in front of him with each growl.

Chris would set him free. But he needs to keep up his appearances. It helps to be in the hunter community still, hear the rumors, know what's happening. He's not about to throw it all away. Plus, if he refuses, Gerard will give Peter to someone worse.

So he was planning on keeping Peter trapped in the house, free to live and do whatever he wants but…within those 4 walls. Until he sees the fear in Peter's eyes as he goes to put wolfsbane around the house. The idea of being trapped inside again, at risk of another fire he can't escape from.

So Chris starts considering a Plan B. Keeps Peter tied comfortable in his basement while he has time to think. He probably COULD have come up with a much less insane option - but Peter has to go and open his mouth.

He's mouthy. Sarcastic and biting and snarky and neither his rapid approach to middle-age or being taken as a hostage has changed that. Can't help the "Feeling kinky, Christopher?" when Chris checks the handcuffs, and then complains about the fast food Chris has been tossing him for meals.

So, fuck it. It starts off as a one time thing. Just to get Peter to shut his damn mouth. Chris doesn't even make a shake, just grabs whatever he has in his fridge - the milk, the coffee creamer, the cans of soda, the bottles of beer. Stands behind Peter, tilts his head back and demands him to drink.

Chris likes the results a little too much. The wolf looking up at him, neck exposed, breathing heavily, mouth slightly open. Belly bloated out, far from the flat stomach he's used to seeing, instead Peter looks several months pregnant.

But not enough of a gut to hide that Peter is hard. Chris is too.

He leaves Peter like that - beer and soda dripped down his front, and Chris goes and jerks off in the shower. Decides he needs to know what Peter would look like if they kept this up. Tested up how much a werewolf can stretch and balloon and fatten for Chris.

Wonders if he could break Peter enough so that he could have him eating on all fours. Or leave him tied up, funnel in his mouth, endlessly pumping him full for hours.

Not the method Gerard would have picked but…there's clearly some sadistic Argent traits alive and well in Chris.

So the shakes are next. Chris finally has a plan that will solve all his problems: He won't need wolfsbane if Peter can't fit out the doors, or even get off the couch without some help. Can't mouth off if he's got shakes pouring down his throat.

Peter seems a little too onboard with it. Keeps goading Chris to give him more. Insisting he can handle it. Groaning about being hungry, as if Chris can't hear his stretched, shake-bloated stomach gurgling in protest and Peter can't help the belches bubbling out of him.

Chris pours calories down Peter's throat until the wolf's gut is reaching to his knees, covered in stretchmarks as his healing adapts and stretches to accommodate all of it. Chris pokes and prods and starts to be able to tell when Peter is actually, properly at his limit when his gut is stretched tight and his finger can hardly sink in. By the next morning? Stretchmarks are gone, Peter's belly is shrunk down to his now sizeable, blubbery beer belly instead.

But it's never enough. Chris wants more. He wants Peter to start getting concerned about how obese he's getting. Realize Chris isn't just trying to break him - he's going to make Peter his personal blimp. So the shakes get bigger. New recipes, trying to pack in as many calories as he possibly can.

Chris doesn't mean to try the first shake. But it's not easy keeping Peter at the point of being so bloated, he's docile. So after pouring over a dozen shakes down his throat- Chris wants a break. Wants a damn beer, but the shake is only thing within reach, and it only takes a gulp and the realization "this is damn good" to finish the rest of it.

He thinks about it much later. When he's cursing and trying to get his jeans to fasten over a few inches of pudge around his middle that wasn't there last month.

That he's been making calorie bomb shakes to overpower a werewolf's metabolism. As a human? Chris is doomed.

Stiles is born with his soulmark so- he has no idea if his soulmate is around his age or older. But obviously Peter's shows up only when Stiles is born so, he knows he's got almost 15+ years on his soulmate, making him about the same age as his niece and nephew. It's not the most reassuring and Peter sort of resigns himself to a very lonely future until his soulmate is of age, and even then, the age gap doesn't reassure him they'll be a good match

And then the fire happens. The Sheriff pulls Peter Hale out of the fire and sees his son's name written on arm, and knows his son has Peter written in the same spot on his. It's a tough conversation with Stiles when he's old enough to know. It's years of therapy, of the Sheriff and therapists telling Stiles he can't sit in a hospital room waiting for someone who won't wake up. So - Stiles moves on. Dates other people who have lost their soulmates. Stops visiting Peter daily and only comes every other month. The best thing he can tell himself is - at least he knows who is soulmate is.

Stiles' graduates decides he's had enough of the violence and changes his major from criminal justice to culinary. Opens the Full Moon diner in Beacon Hills - a safe haven for the supernatural, starts a foodbank and soup kitchen a few doors down.

Peter wakes up almost 10 years later - and nearly kills a nurse because he asked about his family and she immediately dropped on him how many years have past, most the Hales are dead, the house is gone…Peter has nothing left. They sedate him - and Peter has the last fleeting fear they must know he's a werewolf, why else would the sedative work? And then nothing.

He wakes up handcuffed to the bed with the Sheriff sitting next to his bed. And Peter is a total ass and threatens to burn down Beacon Hills until his anger burns away to be completely lost and replaced with total hopelessness.

The Sheriff tells him a family friend has kept everything in order for him. Gives him an address and an apartment key. All his bank accounts and license are still kept active and waiting there. Basic clothes and necessities. The file on the fire. The death of Kate Argent, pictures and some postcards from Cora and notes from Derek. The obituaries of the Hales. The location of the burial plots. Whatever was left from the Hale house and vault.

Also tells Peter to head to the Full Moon diner a block away, ask for Stiles and get a warm meal.

He expects a cold sandwich at most, when he quietly tells his waiter to ask for Stiles and says he has no wallet on him. "Stiles" looks barely into his 20s, and when he asks Peter what he wants and he can't bring himself to care or expect much. Just asks for a water.

Stiles brings him a hot sandwich, soup, a coffee, a soda, water a slice of pie…tells Peter no worrying about deciding. He can try it all. *****************

And then some plot (a lot of plot) Sheriff and Stiles have gone through all the same supernatural stuff, know most of the Hales are werewolves from what Derek's told them. Stiles' dad doesn't tell Peter his son is his soulmate. And warns Stiles to not immediately drop that on him. Besides him already processing a lot - coming out of a coma just like that is….there's no guarantee he'll mentally come back from it.

Peter keeps coming back to the diner - on his good days. Most days, he can't bring himself to leave. He'll sit on his bed and stare blankly for hours. Spends days awake when he's afraid he'll go to sleep and wake up and find he's back in the coma. Other days he goes into such a rage he claws at the walls of his apartment and punches the concrete until his hands are raw and bloody. On the bad days. Stiles drops off a week's worth of nicely packaged meals with little notes on them. Sometimes it's only a smiley face, other time it's movie recommendations, sometimes it's important cultural events he's missed. One day it's a therapists business card. Another time it's a little wolf plushie. Peter goes to therapy. Turns to using food to cope, because there's something that feels safe and warm and caring to him about Stiles making sure he's at least eating. He starts leaving notes back to Stiles, telling himself he'll say thank you in person when he feels healed enough. Even if he's not sure when that will be. After inhaling so much wolfsbane in his lungs, Peter doesn't heal right. He heals faster than a human, but not what a wolf should. The scars stay. He grows a beard to hide them. As he puts weight back on from the coma, and then piles on a bit extra with Stiles' constant catering, he notices light stretchmarks showing up across his middle. He isn't sure how to feel about it. ****************** And then romance happens...somehow. Peter goes into the diner more often to see Stiles. Thanks him for the care packages. Stiles fills Peter table with food, seemingly unsure how else to help him, but looks immensely pleased when Peter eats most of it. Peter starts coming daily for months. Then one day he doesn't show for a week. Comes back and apologizes to Stiles that it was the birthday for one of his nieces. Stiles tells him it's okay, it's fine, he can't imagine what Peter went through, and he's...here for whatever Peter needs. Admits Peter is his soulmate and Peter tells Stiles he knew. Polish first name was the first clue- but there's no one else in the town who cared about Peter that much, he knew there had to be a reason. He's sorry Stiles had to wait that long. ********* AND FINALLY KINK:

Peter is in the coma when Stiles turns 18. Stiles….feels nothing but occasional panic and pain and fear.

Meanwhile Peter- true to being bonded to an 18 year old Stiles, is being FLOODED with Stiles' thoughts when he jerks off to gainer porn. And it's hard to judge time in a coma but to Peter? It seems CONSTANT. Not that Peter gets clear thoughts or images but he gets…something. Flashes of fuck he's so big or yesss keep eating or i hope my soulmate is like that Which, it's a nice break from the general lack of awareness that comes in being trapped in his own mind, but it's rather inconvenient.

But it does eventually trigger the wolf. Peter shifts and runs. Spends all night satisfyingly his carnal urges, and then shifts back and slips into the hospital bed, with the human half of his mind unaware of ever having left.

The Sheriff meanwhile has never been more perplexed in all his life. Coyote attacks, wolf attacks, strange murders, the normal robberies and traffic accidents - he thought he's seen it all. But the sudden rash of restaurant and grocery store break ins? He has no idea what to make of it. Something has been smashing in and consuming. If it was only the raw meat or the bakery sections - maybe he would understand. But the stores get depleted of everything. Teeth marks torn through poptart boxes, frozen pizzas with marks like someone had been gnawing on them. Massive claw marks through emptied milk jugs… There's no animal in the world the Sheriff has seen with an appetite like that.

Eventually Peter wakes up. (Peter who fell into the coma when he was- what he considered- his attractive prime. Wakes up and doesn't recognize who is staring back at him. The scars heal. But the rest? Peter can't heal the passage of time. The gray in his beard, the very slight wrinkles at the creases of his eyes, the extra pounds around his middle, giving him a proper potbelly.)

He tries not to feel things to strongly. Doesn't want his soulmate to come looking for him and be disappointed.

Meanwhile- his own soulmate is the reason Peter starts eating with one hand, jerking off with the other, because he gets these thoughts and urges in his head that he knows aren't his own, but he can't fight them off either. Easier to give in, stuff himself until his gut is doubled in size and aching.

Starts drinking beer like it's his job - the alcohol doesn't affect him, but if gives him that nice, bloated, gassy and overfull feeling that rounds out his middle.

(He meets Stiles a few years and nearly 200lbs later, when Derek introduces Stiles to his 'unhinged Uncle with a food addiction' and Peter is slammed by a wall of arousal coming from Stiles that is so intimately familiar he immediately knows it must be his soulmate.

and even later on, Stiles shows Peter what exactly he had been getting off to. Stiles isn't even slightly embarrased. Could have been worse - he would rather had gotten Peter's filthy fantasies than his nightmares (a fact which Peter has apologized for more than once). Peter is immensely relieved that he hasn't disappointed. That fate had given him one small gift after all- that he's exactly what his soulmate is looking for. Sarcastic, cocky, arrogant, twice Stiles' age and twice his size with an appetite to rival a grizzly bear. No need for the porn anymore - Stiles got the real thing to feed and balloon ;)