#feeder danny

(Read part 1 here) (Read part 2 here)

- by @chubby-derek-and-friends

Stiles snorted. "We're so well programmed."

"Oh, uh...okay," Isaac said.

Stiles could tell it wasn't exactly the romantic evening Isaac was thinking of, but he also knew that Isaac needed to be introduced to the bottomless pit that was Scott McCall. Stiles reached forward and put his hand on Isaac's shoulder and squeezed. "Trust me, Isaac, you and Scott will get in plenty of couple-y time tonight. After all, someone's gotta make sure he's well fed."

Isaac bit his lip, looking down at the belly pressed against him. "I...I think I can keep up."

Derek and Scott and Jackson laughed a little at that.

"What about you, Danny?" Isaac asked.

"I...may have already planned on staying." Danny said.

Jackson smiled at him, besotted. "Yeah?" He asked softly.

“Yeah, Jax," Danny replied, an equally gooey smile on his face.

"You sure you can handle all of that?" Stiles asked, gesturing at Jackson and his larger form.

Danny reached over, running his hand along the bottom curve of Jackson's belly. "I...think I could handle even more."

Jackson's eyes flashed blue, as he leaned in and captured Danny's lips in a passionate kiss.

"Super Kinky," Isaac said.

Derek snorted, then began to look around, sniffing. “What’s that?” He asked.

Stiles sniffed, his human nose not smelling anything, but Scott, Jackson, and Isaac were also scenting the air.

“Smells like…Italian?” Scott said.

“Steak,” Derek said.

“Chocolate,” Isaac added.

“And…curly fries?” Jackson asked.

“That…would be dinner,” Stiles answered. Snapping his fingers, he ended the spell on the kitchen, allowing everyone to now hear someone knocking on the front door of the loft. Everyone looked at Stiles.

“Dinner?” Derek asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah,” Stiles said, “I didn’t think releasing you guys on some unsuspecting restaurant would necessarily be the best idea. So I had the evening catered.”

They all blinked at Stiles.

“Huh, smart.” Said Jackson.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Thanks. I mean, you paid for it.”

“What?” Jackson asked.

“Well, you and Derek both. I have both your credit cards memorized.” Stiles said. Jackson looked like he might go for Stiles, but Derek just sighed, resignedly. ”So, does…somebody maybe wanna go answer that door so our food doesn’t get cold?” Stiles looked around to indicate he was somewhat trapped in the kitchen surrounded by werewolves.

Danny tugged on Jackson’s hand. “Come on Jax,” he said, pulling the werewolf out of the kitchen. Jackson kept eye contact with Stiles until he was out the door.

“Love you, Jackson,” Stiles called.

“You’re dead, Stilinski.” Came his reply.

Stiles smirked. "He totally loves me," Stiles said to the werewolves in the kitchen. Derek and Scott chuckled. Isaac just raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, Isaac," Scott said, "Let's make sure that Jackson doesn't eat all the good stuff." Scott waddled out of the kitchen.

Isaac hung back for a second, his eyes trained on Scott's retreating form. "I think I could get used to that view," he muttered.

Stiles slapped him on the ass. "Go get'em, tiger," he said.

Isaac glared at him over his shoulder. "Do that again and I won't give you the gift I brought back for you," he threatened, moving to exit the kitchen.

"Is it a scarf? Tell me it's a scarf!" Stiles teased, following him, but he was stopped at the door by Derek's hand on his arm. Stiles turned to look at him. "What's up, big guy?" He asked.

Derek jerked his head toward the others. "You wanna..." Derek waved his free hand around, "...do your thing?"

Stiles felt his stomach begin to sink again. He nodded and quickly cast the privacy spell again.

Derek nodded and squared up to Stiles. "Stiles...earlier...were you..." Derek started, blushing, "...were you...jealous? Of Isaac?"

Stiles blanched. "Wha?"

Derek raised an eyebrow, then tapped his nose.

Stiles leaned his head back, sighing. "Freaking werewolves."

Derek smiled at the comment, but then became serious again. "Were you?"

Stiles sighed out through his nose. “Look, Derek, I…I would never get in the way of anything between you and Isaac…”

“Oh my God, Stiles, really?” Derek interrupted.

Stiles shrugged.

“Stiles…” Derek put his had to Stiles’s cheek, caressing it, “you are who I want. Isaac is pack, but you’re...more than that.”

Stiles’s eyes widened. “Really?” He asked. “I mean, I know we always have fun together, and I love you guys but like, I think I really love you, and…”

Derek cut Stiles off with a kiss. Stiles melted into it, wrapping his arms around Derek’s shoulders. His heart soared as Derek pulled Stiles against him, pressing Stiles’s pot-belly into Derek’s much larger one. The pressure caused the contents of Derek’s belly to shift slightly and he burped into Stiles mouth.

Stiles pulled back, smiling at Derek’s bright red cheeks and his embarrassed expression.

“Um, excuse me,” Derek muttered.

Stiles brought his hand to Derek’s cheek and rubbed his thumb across under Derek’s eye. “Always, big guy. Always.” Stiles leaned back, sliding his hand down Derek’s shoulder and arm until he could fit their hands together. “So, shall we go have some dinner?”

Derek smiled and nodded, turning to head out of the kitchen.

Stiles stopped after a moment, letting his hand slip from Derek’s. “Oh, Wait, I forgot something! You go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

Derek nodded, and waddled off to where the others were setting up the stacks of warming trays. There was enough food for 20 or so normal people, and Stiles couldn’t help but smile at the excited looks they were all getting as the opened the dishes. But as ravenous as his wolves could be, Stiles knew that they would need a little help to finish off all the food.

Taking a few steps back into the kitchen and the sound-proof bubble he had made there, Stiles slid a folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it up. The paper held the spell that Stiles had remembered casting in the gingerbread house a couple months ago. He had written it down as soon as he got home, though there were a few corrections made through research and careful review. The spell would be limited to the loft; and would not last past tonight.

With a smile at what he knew was about to happen, Stiles quickly read out-loud the words, feeling the magic snap into place around the loft. Stiles’s stomach gurgled loudly, and he couldn’t help but grin as he took down the sound-blocking spell to hear the others making loud moaning noises as they tore into the food in the other room. The aroma of the food started to overpower his other senses, and Stiles’s mouth watered as he headed back into the loft proper. He was hungry, and his wolf needed feeding…

The majority of the night passed in a haze of feasting and feeding. The boys had pretty much paired off before dinner, though they would occasionally interact, most of the evening was an exploration of their newfound romances.

Danny had Jackson leaned back on the lounger, straddling his lap and belly as he fed him from a tray of mini-quiche’s on one side and bacon-wrapped fillets on the other, occasionally taking bites himself. Jackson’s hands traveled up and down Danny’s back, occasionally squeezing his ass, which only made Danny feed him harder.

Scott and Isaac stood by the main stack of trays, feeding each other from a mass of enchiladas and carne asada, Scott’s belly pressing against Isaac’s as the slimmer man started to bulk up. Scott caressed Isaac’s face, while Isaac kept at least one hand on Scott’s proud belly at all times, rubbing and squeezing.

Stiles occasionally took notice of the others, smiling as they indulged and affectionately touched each other, but his attention was mainly focused on the eating machine that was Derek. Derek quickly polished off the first slab of lasagna and was on to the second, and Stiles couldn’t help the thrill he got from watching his man eat. Stiles himself was eating from a tray of chicken fingers and curly fries, trying to satisfy his own magically enhanced hunger. When Derek looked up at him, his eyes were hungry, his face covered in sauce and cheese, and he quickly grabbed the younger man to kiss him deeply. Stiles didn’t even mind the mess as he kissed his boyfriend.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of gorging and groping. By the time all the food had been eaten, the men had been reduced to groaning piles on the giant lounger.

Danny sat moaning, his once-flat stomach was rounded as if it had been stuffed with a basketball. Jackson, next to him, had his hand on the Hawaiian boy’s bared stomach, black veins showing how he drew the pain from his new beau. Jackson’s shirt was unbuttoned and pulled apart, showing his undershirt which stretched over a heavy, full belly of his own, leaving the flabbier bottom of his belly exposed.

Isaac and Scott were both cuddled up to each other. Isaac was rubbing Scott’s well-stuffed belly while the alpha burped softly. Scott’s own hands caressed Isaac’s stuffed stomach, which already seemed to be sporting a certain softness. Even Isaac’s glass-cutting cheekbones looked softer, especially when he smiled. And he was smiling a lot as he and Scott chatted amiably. Scott’s shirt and undershirt had been removed completely during the night, by Isaac, and the blonde had taken great pleasure in worshipping Scott’s belly and moobs. Now he softly stroked the taut skin.

Derek was the only wolf still eating. Stiles sat leaned against him, his own belly exposed, spooning pudding into Derek’s mouth. The older Alpha was reclined with his arms rubbing his enormous stomach. His shirt buttons has burst after his third tray and his undershirt was risen up past halfway, showing his round, furry belly, which was much more spherical than usual from being enormously packed.

Stiles placed his hand of Derek’s firm belly and pressed, making the alpha burp loudly, then whine. Stiles leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Derek’s food-stained lips.

“I know, Der,” Stiles said, “don’t worry. I’m gonna give you all the belly rubs.”

Derek seemed unable to speak, choosing instead to nuzzle Stiles’s face, scraping his stubble across Stiles’s cheek.

Stiles chuckled softly. “My big puppy,” he said, snuggling closer so he could reach more of Derek’s belly and settling in for a deep, long rub. He looked back at the other wolves and human, taking in their contented smiles, and he knew he’d done good.