#feeder!derek

Derek and Stiles maybe fresh out of university who share an apartment bc- rent is expensive and they vaguely know each other enough from Beacon Hills High they aren’t worried about being murdered in their sleep Derek gets a job as a physical therapist for athletes and between the demanding job, his own workout regiment, and just the werewolf thing? He had the pantries and fridge STOCKED and keeps pretty close eye on his calorie count to make sure it’s high to account for how much he burns. Stiles keeps snacking on everything. Derek’s watched him throw his workout high calorie protein powder into his cereal because “it makes the milk taste creamier!” And after so many months of it- Derek’s slightly affectionate, slightly in irritation named him the calorie hog Which at first people who come over laugh at, Scott agrees that Stiles is always the one who steals the last slice of pizza or will eat all the snacks 10 min into a roadtrip But then the “hog” part starts becoming a serious thing as Stiles starts ballooning…and Derek calling him calorie hog starts to seem a little more….teasing

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Stiles watches him the whole way, enjoying the view and wondering is this is the start of something incredible.

Peter has tossed an impressive amount of cash at their waiter before Stiles and Noah have even gotten out of the parking lot. Given over his credit card and a list of off the menu that he and Derek have already picked. Because Stiles and Noah never order enough. They order a few appetizers and a main course, maybe extra sides. Not enough to properly be full, never mind stuffed. But they see the price tags on the dishes and the nicer restaurant and shy away from ordering so much. Derek knows Stiles- he can pack away a solid $100 at Burger King or KFC, and is already making the argument to Derek that it's much more cost effective! So much more food for the price! Derek tells him to stop arguing - the Hales are paying, and this is BETTER food than the junk fast food Stiles always eats. Better by higher calorie, and a bigger variety making it easier to eat more. So when the waiter comes with many, many more dishes then they order, Peter and Derek plead innocent. IT's their first time here, they just want them to try everything! If it's too much, they can take it home. Then watch in amusement as their dates lose all sense of decorum and immediately pull a plate towards them and start eating. Peter waives away their waiter taking empty plates- but does nod to keep dishes coming. He and Derek have a bet to win! It's not even that difficult- if you put food in front of them? It's quickly inhaled. Even as they start getting full, buttons undone and a hand rubbing their rapidly overstuffed guts, all it takes is "it's so good, you really need to try this" or "just finish this off for me, I hate to waste it" and Noah has had the argument so many times before - Peter hates leftovers. The wolves aren't going to be satisfied until Stiles and Noah looked wedged in the booth. Chocolate smeared on their mouths, struggling to finish up the table full of desserts. Plates piled high on either side of them- for no reason anymore except Peter and Derek love seeing their partners looking like true gluttons. The bare guts on display, the towering monuments of their gluttony....and the way Stiles and his father are both groaning. Complaining about being full, insisting they can't eat anymore, even while they still take slow mouthfuls, pushing bite after bite into their mouth like they're expecting to burst after each one. Derek declares victory when Noah has to tap out before finishing the dessert he's on, despite Peter's argument about "more rolls" for the appetizers. If Stiles didn't look ready to explode, Derek would push him to eat the last dessert, but he's already burping and panting and telling Derek he's too full to do anything tonight but needs Derek to rub his belly, because fuck, he overdid it a little. (An hour later, Derek gets a picture of Noah in the passenger seat, poor lighting except for the clear illuminate from the neon golden arches in the back, fries and an unwrapped burger clutched in his hands. Peter's message of "We win" under it)

Stiles pushing 350, his father closer to 400. It's enough to be very obviously noticeable. And both Stiles and Noah stare at each other and then are bitching back and forth. Stiles wants to know what happened to his diet? He can't eat like this! Which gets him "you're one to talk, I'll diet if you can see your feet, son." Stiles complains to Derek about "I haven't been home in two years and this is what happens?" Noah is telling Peter they should cancel dinner- Stiles doesn't need to be eating ANYTHING for Thanksgiving, look at the size of him! Both Hales are amused and soothing their respective boyfriends. Telling them to relax. It's a holiday. They're both adults- Stiles can't control his father's diet, and Noah can't control his sons. Eventually they have to agree just...not to talk about it. Stiles and Noah always had a decent relationship, so they talk about anything other than their weight. Or that their plates are being refilled rather eagerly by their boyfriends. They talk about how happy they are- that Noah has found someone after his wife. Or that Stiles has found someone who finally treats him right. That both Hales are such good cooks helps too. But they try not to discuss or talk about the obvious part of it. That Peter and Derek have a clear type...and that Stiles and Noah know the 200lbs they each gained wasn't an accident. Or the end of it. Peter and Derek, maybe for the first time in their life, actually start getting along. The eating competition? Not something they TELL their partners they are in. But the plates keep being refilled. The gentle kiss to the forehead and "finish this for me, please? I'm going to start the dishes." or "have some more? Or did you not like it?" Peter and Derek have their own tally going in the kitchen, marking off who is eating more. Hard to track...but for dessert? Peter is confident he can get Noah through a full Costco sized pumpkin pie - and then some. Derek has to keep pushing Stiles to keep up. Even when both of them look exhausted from how much food they've eaten. Half-lidded eyes, just wanting to doze off into their food comas, pants buttons undone, shirts rising up over rounded guts. But Peter and Derek aren't giving up that easily. Even if the night needs to end with them pushing forkfuls of pie into the Stilinski's mouth. The next Thanksgiving it's even more clear- that the Stilinski's are just the prized hogs of the Hale family. Fattened, displayed, and grown to whatever sizes they decide.

Derek can't be blamed- watching Stiles pig out? Was an experience. Stiles is almost sweating from the effort - he's eaten more than his fair share of slices of pizza (and of course Derek was counting). The rest of the pack trickles out slowly until it's just Derek and Stiles. And really - with only 5 slices left in the box, Stiles groans and says he might as well finish them. The heavy breathing, the red flush to his face pushing himself to eat more, the way Stiles' T-shirt rises up over his bloated middle... Derek NEEDS to see Stiles eating like this all the time. Stiles doesn't put much resistance up at first. He likes eating. He LOVES having sex with Derek. So there's nothing to complain about. Even if Derek is a little enthusiastic. Roughly telling Stiles he's not done eating. He has room for one more shake. One more slice of cake. But Stiles is thinking with his dick more than anything else- if he eats it all, Derek will fuck him! Only starts getting a little concerned when he starts realizing just how wide he's getting. When Scott and his dad start voicing their concerns. When Stiles notices he has to sort of roll out of bed, otherwise he can't seem to get up under his rapidly acquired mass. Sees that he's got stretchmarks EVERYWHERE. His neck is vanishing behind a thick double chin. Even his hands have started to swell with fat. And is unsympathetic to his problems. Clothes don't fit? He doesn't mind if Stiles waddles around the loft naked. Struggling to get off the couch? That's why he has Derek. Or he shouldn't waste the calories. Derek will bring him more food, why does he need to get up? Or he learns the very hard way that Derek isn't going to let him slim down. He catches Stiles on a walk (not that he is walking very fast or far with his thighs rubbing together and belly slapping against his thighs) and as a punishment, funnel feeds him fattening slop until Stiles is groaning and clutching his stretch-mark ridden belly feeling like he might explode. Derek keeps him funnel fed for the entire week, and Stiles gets a slightly terrifying look into his future....stuffed to bursting, and rapidly getting fatter and fatter. (Not that Derek hides his intentions. He adores grabbing handfuls of Stiles' blubber, calling him pig, hog, glutton, enthusiastically fucking Stiles and telling him he can't wait until Stiles is so damn fat Derek can't find his dick or his hole. But Stiles is so, so near the edge, it's hard to do anything but moan in agreement, tell Derek anything, he'll get as big as he wants, if Derek just lets him come).

And ends it by enthusiastically being buried under their massive belly hang and sweaty fat rolls and fat pads, getting them off and pushing them to keep eating, doesn't care if there is no pie left, might as well finish off the can of whipped cream, they must have room for that...

“It’s not like he can get too fat.”