#feeder!stiles

"Told you." "You said 'that chair looks a little unsteady'," Derek grumbles, "you didn't mention it was cracking." "The weight limit is 350!" "Those are never right. We've had this chair for years." "Yeah, and you've been testing your luck with it. I think we should write the company a letter to tell them it's amazing the chair supported 100pounds over the weight limit for as long as it did." Derek doesn't say anything to that. "Are you going to help me up?" "But I'm comfortable here," Stiles whines. He could amuse himself playing with Derek's belly for hours. There's just...so much more than there used to be. Enough to squeeze handfuls. Use both hands to lift it and watch it fall back into his lap with a rippling wobble. Stiles will grab at his lower belly, put a thumb into his belly button to see how deep it's gotten. He has every inch of Derek committed to memory- so he can tell when Derek gains another few inches. "Can you at least hand me my plate?" Stiles laughs. "I don't think you need more food, Der. You might have to eat on the sofa from now on." He still hands Derek the plate. Then goes and gets dessert and feeds it to Derek while he's on the ground...no point risking another chair!

A new weight gain comic, featuring Derek.

Lydia is the smartest. She's done the calculations - using the wolves as her test subjects. She knows how much they all can drink. How much they can eat. No point having them black out, because then they can't keep drinking...so she's very carefully worked out alcohol % and over a period of time with wolf metabolism, and picks only the drinks with the highest calories. Throws in some nonwolfsbane infused alcohol to add calories and contribute to the wolves going around with sloshing, wobbling guts. Stiles 100% is the instigator. Has both Derek and Scott pushed with the "come on, you have to be the Alpha!" and therefore is focused on those two consuming the absolute most. Biggest appetites, biggest bellies, just sprawled in the middle of the pack hiccupping and belching and demanding more even as their speech gets more and more incoherent. I love Theo being the threat. Like if someone insists they've had enough, but Lydia says otherwise? Theo comes over to handle it. Force some more down. Or to grab at their blubber. Size them up, shake his head and tell them they might as well drink more, forget about how fucking fat they're getting or how their bellies are starting to look like proper beer kegs now.

Stiles' mission is life is that Derek Hale deserves nice things. If that nice thing is wanting to gain? He'll add that to the list. Derek really should know better than to doubt him. He already worries that Stiles won't appreciate losing his six-pack abs boyfriend to a 'can't see my feet' size big bellied one. If he could even gain, because Stiles can try as much as he wants, but he can't change the law of physics. Short of having Derek being funnel fed around the clock, or drinking those awful tasting, high calorie shakes he's tried and failed at in the past, he doesn't think there's anything to do. He's not even asking for much, even 50 pounds would satisfy him, just so prove he COULD gain something. Stiles....is intense and devoted and Derek is sure could take over the world or cure some rare disease or solve an obscure engineering problem if someone gave him enough time and recourses. Because Derek balloons. Stiles cooks. Packs his lunches. Makes breakfasts. Happily volunteers to do as much as he can around their apartment, so Derek doesn't need to burn anymore calories than he really needs it. High calorie snacks are everywhere. Stiles notices what Derek likes more than others. If he finds out Derek has a sweet tooth? Every cabinet and room of the house has some chocolate cookies or candies or chocolate snack cake stash. It's slower at first, but Derek finds himself eating more often. It's not "too much" but it's also enough that Derek feels constantly full and fatter, even if the scale doesn't say anything yet. Just small snacks, even if it's on a road trip and stopping for some fries and a sundae, or out on dates and stopping into a little restaurant or bakery or ice cream stand. Stiles paces it so Derek can handle it. As Derek gains and his appetite grows? The pace of food increases. Breakfast. Snacks. Lunch. Snacks. Dinner. Snacks. 2nd Dinner. Desserts before bed. Derek stops being 'pleasantly full' most of the day and is instead swollen and packed and feels like his stomach is weighing him down....and he becomes a little obsessed with the feeling.

ence is....significant. But not enough for Stiles. He wants Derek trapped in the back, belly pinning him to the ground, stuck as the taste tester and food disposal for the bakery, gobbling down sweets as his body swells and swells with fat)

Yes!! Derek is doomed from the first date. Stiles loves to cook. Tells Derek about all the Polish recipes he has from his mother, passed down for generations. How it means so much to him, that he and his dad never had much money for fancy gifts but food? They could always show their love with a good meal. After something like that? How is Derek supposed to turn down anything Stiles offers him. Their date ends with Derek sneaking off to the bathroom to loosen his belt because DAMN the pierogis were good, but Derek didn't really need thirds. But he never stops. Doesn't tell Stiles at any point during their relationship he's doing it to be polite, and eventually doesn't care. Stiles likes to cook. Derek likes to eat. Ever single pound he's put on is because of Stiles and his addicting pastries and Derek's inability to say "no, I'm too full" and actually mean it. It would be easier to do if Stiles was a terrible cook. But Derek knows everything is amazing. The cake? It's too good to have only one bite. No matter how much he's just eaten, Derek will find a way to keep going. Unbutton his pants. Take a few breaks to rub his belly like he can will his stomach to make some more room. Tell himself "just one more bite" even though he has half a cake to go. Even when it starts feeling like each forkful is heavier and heavier, each mouthful bigger and bigger. The reward is worth it. For Stiles to come back and see the plate clean, Derek groaning, leaning back in the booth, both hands rubbing his immense stomach, barely able to think or speak or breath because he's so full. "S' so good."

They underestimate Stiles' metabolism. Which- stupid of them, really. They've got 20 decades on him easily, not to mention Stiles is constantly moving and forgets to eat. So he thinks they're being considerate! Taking him out to eat. Cooking for him. Ordering takeout. It looks like Stiles is overeating - but he still ends most meals too full to finish, and slides the rest over to Peter or Chris. Or Peter and Chris are so busy watching Stiles eat half a pizza, they don't realize they've finished off an entire one themselves. Stiles isn't even being subtle. He's patting their overstuffed guts and telling them it feels like they have more room. Rubbing and kneading and pawing at their ever expanding blubbery tanks, until they're pushing their bellies out and practically rumbling in contentment. It's the wordless message of "Stiles wants us bigger, more to squeeze and play with and wobble" and soon overeating is a daily problem. Not that they ate in moderation before. But now? Stiles is leaning over their rounded middles to kiss them and gets a belch in response. He wants his dilfs lazy and fat so he can be sandwiched between them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52765180/chapters/209318586