Phantomfox9 - Untitled

Recent commission I did for @maletfgrowthblog

Involves characters from Teen Wolf, mainly Stiles dad. Transfor action themes used were hyper muscle themes.

Stiles looked over his shoulder to make sure he was alone before he quickly stepped through the door and closed it softly behind him. He knows Derek and Peter are currently busy so they shouldn't find him here, but still he needs to be quick about it.

He walks through a few rows of book shelves in the library Peter and Derek had built in their newly built home, the house resembling how their previous one was designed, though according to Peter this new library room was made to be smaller than their previous library since they lost most of their old books.

Stiles just needed one book, and he is sure he saw Peter with it awhile ago. He scans the shelves again when he doesn't see it the first time he looked through them. Pausing at a old book with a faded color to it, he reaches for it only to curse and startle when someone clears their throat behind him.

"Looking for something?" Peter Hale asks, quirking an eyebrow at Stiles.

"Nothing specific, just some light reading is all." Stiles lies, cursing to himself when he sees Peter smirk, knowing the older man heard the lie in his voice.

"Seems like you are looking for something specific." Peter hums, stepping beside Stiles who glances at the door, wondering if he can make a quick escape since technically no one was allowed in this room unless Derek or Peter were with them since most of the books in here were so old and some had dangerous spells and such written within them.

"Look, I just need to borrow this one book for a protection spell for my dad alright?" Stiles says, grabbing the book and holding it out for Peter to see.

"So can I please borrow it?" He asks, hating to have to since he still wasn't a big fan of Peter's even though the older Hale seems less crazy and violent than he once was when he was an alpha and had bitten Scott.

"No." Peter says, and Stiles feels his stomach sink, for a moment he wonders if he can run for the door again with the book in his hand, but Peter is plucking it out of his hands and putting it back on the shelf, stepping a few steps to the right and pulling out a less worn out looking book with a silver trim around the binder.

"This one is better to use if you're looking to cast protection spells." He says, as he hands the book over to Stiles.

"Wait, why are you giving me this? You and Derek, especially you, are super picky over these books." Stiles says, giving Peter a suspicious look.

"While that is true, you Stiles are one I tolerate the most out of Derek's little group of misfits." Peter says with a smirk, his expression then softens as he continues to speak. 

"And I can assume as to why you would need a specific book on protection spells." He says and he doesn't push it further by prying which Stiles really appreciates.

The reason wanting this book and to cast a protection spell in the first place was for his dad. A few weeks ago his father had pulled over some punk who was speeding, when the asshole couldn't talk is why out of a ticket he got hostile. To the point he threw a punch at his father. 

While it was just a punch and his dad was totally fine, Stiles had been more worried when his father went out to work. His dad was older now, his reflexes not as fast as when he wa as deputy, so Stiles wanted to do something to help ensure his dad would be safe when he was out there doing his job.

"This is a surprise I got to say." Stiles says. "I never would have thought of you being nice like this." Stiles adds.

"Well I can take the book back then to keep the villainous image you have of me s intact." Peter says. Stiles knows the older man is joking, but still Stiles holds onto the book and heads for the door.

He pauses at the threshold, glancing back at Peter.

"Thanks." Stiles says sincerely before he leaves to head back to his house. He is sure he has a lot to do in order to prepare to cast this spell. So he needs to get home to find the spell, gather the ingredients for it, and then cast it to make sure he can keep his father safe.

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It takes Stiles a little longer to find the perfect protection spell to do. First he has to translate the text he reads within the slightly faded pages of the old spell book. Once he has that all done he reads over what each spell does exactly and what ingredients that require in order to cast the spell.

So far the spells he reads don't seem to fit what Stiles wants to do with the spell, and other spells within the book seem to require ingredients that are way out of Stiles budget to get a hold of or some are even from extent plants that would be impossible to get a small piece of.

He is starting to get frustrated over this when he sees he has spent a good 2 hours already since he got home going over the book and has yet to find a perfect spell.

When Stiles is about to take a break to go start dinner for his dad he reads one more spell before he gets up from his desk.

'Iron Bear.' The spell name translates to, which sounds promising. As Stiles reads it the more it sounds like it fits the bill on what Stiles had been wanting to in a protection  spell. Quicker reflexes, slight increase in one's senses and strength, and more that made the spell all too perfect. 

Stiles was expecting it to require rare ingredients in order to pull the spell off, but he is pleasantly surprised to find the spell was quite simple, almost too simple. All it requires for someone to cast it is for the spell caster to hold a photo of the person they want to use the spell on, and a item that belongs to the person while the spell caster read the incantation.

Stiles looks at his phone, his dad would be home soon. So if Stiles was going to do this he needed to do it now before his dad came home. His dad wasn't too big on magic, or Stiles to do magic for that matter. Despite the older Stilinski being aware of the supernatural now, he was still wary of certain aspects of it, more so when it came to magic itself.

Going into his father's bedroom, Stiles grabs one of his father's old police badges from a drawer. He then goes back in his room, opening his cell phones gallery he finds a picture of his dad saved their, looking at the spell book's page with the Iron Bear spell on it, Stiles reads over the lines in his head before he speaks them aloud, he repeats the incantation over and over, feeling magic surface from within him, his hands starting to give off a slight glow the longer he speaks the incantation aloud.

Stiles finishes the spell, a wave of fatigue over comes him, dropping the badge and his phone on his carpet flooring, Stiles says on his feet, moving and falling on his bed. He knows the spell worked, magic often draining the caster like this so Stiles smiles sleepily as he closes his eyes and follows asleep. 

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Stiles wakes up a little bit later, the sky is orange from the setting sun so he knows he didn't sleep too long. He gets out of bed, walking over to where he stood as he casted the spell. He still feels a little sluggish, but not as tired as he was when he first casted the spell. He bends over, picking his phone up, unlocking it and checked the text his dad sent a few minutes ago about he was about to be home. 

Pocketing his phone, he heads down stairs, knowing bjs dad should be here by now, and sure enough he finds his dad in the kitchen, moving around it, gathering pots and pans, getting out ingredients from the fridge and setting them out on the cabinet. Stiles looks on at the scene, surprised and a little confused by it. His dad hardly ever cooked when he came home from work, Stiles having been the one to do the cooking when his dad worked so his dad could relax when he got home, but here is dad was, moving about the kitchen in a almost whirlwind of movements preparing to cook dinner himself.

"Shouldn't you be relaxing now dad? You did have a double shift today so I don't mind making us dinner." Stiles says.

"No no. I got it son." His dad says and grins at him.

"I don't know why, but I got all this energy in me. As soon as I got home it was like this switch flipped in me. Instead of being all tried and worn out like I was, I became energized." His dad says, 

"Besides, since it's been awhile since your old man has made dinner for you, I thought I'd do some cooking now." His dad grins at Stiles before he turns back to the cabinet and starts to chop a few veggies on the cutting board. His cutting movements seems precise, cutting each veggie in a perfect size and thickness.

It seems like the spell is working well. Stiles father not only having more energy but it looks to be like his senses have in fact been heightened with how neatly he is cutting the vegetables when the last time his father had cut vegetables Stiles had to go back and recut some since his dad had cut them all in different sizes and some were thicker than the others.

He smiles to himself, happy to see his spell did its job. Stiles goes to leave for the living room to watch tv, but he paused to look at his dad. He swears as he looks at his father that his arms look a little bigger. The sleeves of them seeming to be smaller around his dad's biceps, but Stiles disregards it, thinking he is just seeing things and his dad's uniform may just have shrunken some in the wash since a few of his old uniforms do that sometimes. So he turns his back on his dad and flops down on the couch, getting engrossed in the show he is watching while his dad changes a bit more  in the kitchen.

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Noah Stilinski is a little confused as to where he got this much energy from, especially since he had worked since early that morning and had been on his feet most of the day. Usually Noah would be exhausted when he worked long days like he did today, and would come home and just relax and often fall asleep, but when he came home today he felt different, a good kind of different. So he thought he would do the cooking for himself and Stiles to let Stiles relax since he noticed his son looked a bit tired.

Noah was finishing up chopping some onions, dumping them into a sauce pan to caramelize them, unaware his shoulders getting broader, his chest stretching wider. His pecs even gain a bit of bulk to them, on top of his biceps inflating with extra pounds of muscle. He feels his torso itching slightly, thicker body hair growing along it, spreading down to his stomach. His small gut vanishes as the flab melts into muscle, abs forming under his khaki shirt.

Noah scratches at his jaw, his other hand stirring the onions as a dark five o clock shadow grows along the older Stilinski's jaw. The changes seem to settle of the time being, Noah finishing up dinner, dipping his and Stiles plates. Calling for Stiles to come eat.

When Stiles doesn't answer him or come into the kitchen, Noah goes to check on his son, finding him asleep on the couch. He smiles softly, letting Stiles sleep, he heads back to the kitchen, eating his dinner and some more of the leftovers, putting Stiles plate away for him to eat from later when Stiles wakes up.

Heading back into the living room, Noah doesn't know why he does it, but he gently picks Stiles up from the couch, something he hasn't done in awhile, carrying his son up to his room and laying him on his bed. Noah intended to go back to his own room to settle in for the night, but he still has all this energy in him, not yet ready to relax, feeling this need to do something.

He gets the idea to go outside into the cool night air, after he dresses into some sweats, the urge to work out starts to become too much for the older Stilinski to ignore. So Noah begins to do some stretches to start with. He then works on doing a few laps around the house, a few push ups and even some sit ups. The basic exercises don't seem to do anything to burn off Noah's energy. His muscles tingle, the urge to lift something heavy comes to his mind. He looks around, his eyes falling to e his police cruiser. He gets the crazy idea to try and lift it, walking over towards it, Noah's hands grab onto the metal bumper of the squad car. Lifting up, Noah grunts, his biceps bulging with veins showing against the skin from lifting the heavy car. 

Noah sets it down, the feeling of lifting something so heavy excites him, lifting the car up a little by the bumper again makes Noah's muscles double in size again. Each lift of the car increases Noah's muscles. The older man grins, his stubble thickening into a denser beard his body hair thickening even more and curls over the collar of his shirt.

Noah is aware of the changes now, in awe over what's becoming of him. He wants to be bigger, the smell of his sweaty body hits his nose and increases those desires. His hands get larger as he lifts the car up again, this time lifting all four tires off the ground.

"Fucking yeah!" Noah growls in a deep voice. His height increases, pushing past 6ft and goes into the 7ft mark. His cock bulges from the front of his sweat pants, his ass ballooning out behind him as it becomes a thick bubbled ass.

Noah keeps up his special work out, soon he isn't just lifting his car off the ground, but over his head too as if it were a bar bell.  Not only does he lift his car, but Stiles car as well. By the time Noah is finally done, the huge sheriff is 8ft tall, his body shredded with pure muscle and a thick pelt of body hair. He reeks of musk, sweat dripping from his body and stains his armpits mostly, and other places on his shirt and pants.

Noah heads inside his house, the giant of a man heading into his room, and flops on the bed, which creaks under his muscled form. He thinks about how he's transformed into this new him, knowing Stiles was behind this. Aware that his son has been on edge the last few weeks and checking up on him more than he used to. Which leads  Noah to thinking Stiles had used some sort of magic to make him like this, which he e should thank his son for.

He also guesses Stiles had gone to Derek and his uncle for assistance in this sort of spell, so Noah plans to head out earlier before Stiles wakes up to pay the Hale's a visit to thank them as well for their involvement of the creation fo the new Noah Stilinski. Maybe afterwards Noah will work on upgrading his deputies at the station as well, surely Beacon Hills will be more safe with hulking brutes like Noah and his deputies protecting their city. After those thoughts it doesn't take Noah long to drift off to sleep, ideas forming in his mind on how he can better change his department now Noah was this improved version of himself.

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Noah smirks as his large footsteps echo as he approaches the Hale's home. His grin growing wider when both Hale men come out onto the porch and they look totally taken aback at the sight of Noah.

"What the hell?" Derek said in disbelief, looking to an equally confused Peter and then back to Noah. "What, what happened to you?" Derek asks.

"I look great don't I Derek?" Noah asks and flexes, the sleeve of his way to small sheriffs uniform shredding off his body.

"You can thank Stiles for this, I don't know what my son did exactly, but I do know he did something, and I also know one of you two had a hand in assisting him with this, so I've come to personally thank you both for this." Noah says.

"What did you do?" Derek says after a moment of neither of them speaking, turning to his uncle with an annoyed expression.

"All I did was lend Stiles a boo, on protection spells, this." He says as he gestured towards Noah. "Is not my fault, Stiles obviously screwed the spell up to get such a freakish result." Peter finishes.

"Freakishly hot." Noah chimes in.

"Look Mr. Stilinski, Stiles had no intention of doing this to you." Derek starts to say. "But Peter and I should be able to undo this spell and get you transformed back to normal. Just give us a few minutes to find the appropriate book for a counter spell to undo this." Derek finishes.

The offer in fixing Noah makes him laugh, earning another confused look from the two Hale men.

"Why the hell would I want this undone? I came here to thank you both for helping Stiles gifting me this new version of me."

"I've never felt better, never felt so strong." Noah says deeply, moving over to easily lift up Derek's car, the action making him grow even buffer, his uniform starting to shred, growing even taller, pushing into being past 9ft tall.

"Noah, this isn't something you should be happy about being, just look at you!" Peter  argues. 

"Yeah look at me little man, look at me in awe at how big I am compared to you two werewolves." Noah says. His musk gets more potent, hitting both werewolves hard,  making them sway on their feet. 

"I came here to offer you two a new job working as part of my new and improved Beacon Hills Police Department squadron. I'm sure you two being around my size with your werewolf abilities you both will be valuable assets, and more so to help me spread this gift with the forest of the department." Noah says.

Peter and Derek look like they want to argue, only they're starting to transform already before Noah's eyes thanks to the two's werewolf sense of smell betraying them in making them smell Noah's musk more easily, and thus making them transform faster.

Noah gropes his crotch, kneading it through the ruined fabric that's started to shred  apart thanks to how much bulk Noah has gained since getting here to Peter and  

Derek's place.

He sees both Hale men just erupting with pure solid muscle. Their clothing shredding and clings to them in tatters, both men grunting from the growth, their necks thicken, voice grow deeper. Peter's goatee grows denser, while Derek's beard get thicker. E

Their exposed torso show off the thick pelt of body hair they gain in a matter of moments. Derek's feet burst from his shoes, his legs gaining bulk to them as he  

grows taller, stopping at 8ft tall, while Peter grows a few inches taller at 8ft and 2 inches tall.

Their bodies give off a sheen in the light of the sun, showing how much the two of them have sweated and are currently still sweating, their own musk hitting the two werewolves sense of smell, making them become more into this, more prideful of their new look, thankful to Noah Stilinski for sharing it with them, which they proceed to thank him for.

"You can thank me by helping me revamp the police department, imagine men like us on the team, keeping the town safe, working out together, pleasuring each other, and much, much more." Noah smirks, which Peter and Derek smile in response, now the two Hale men were more than eager to accept Noah's offer as Beacon Hills two newest deputies.

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 When Stiles gets to the station later to bring his dad his lunch he forgot, and to ask his dad why he hadn't answered his calls or texts, and why his dad's roo, smelled like musk.  The younger men was shocked by the smell of the police station, smelling more like locker rooms that haven't been cleaned any, not only that but the sight of these hyper sized deputies in more revealing versions of the Beacon Hills police department uniforms was startling.

'What was going on here? Was this someone's idea of a prank or some evil wizard's doing to distract them?'

Stiles is even more surprised to see Derek and Peter there in matching uniforms as the other men, more so as they seemed to be getting very acquainted with two criminals they had with them, the two criminals seeming to be lusting after these hyper sized Hale men Derek and Peter had become, one shoving his face into Derek's hairy sweaty armpit.

Stiles glances away from Derek and Peter and their two new friends, making haste to his dad's office, throwing the door open and stares in disbelief once more when he sees his dad.

If he thought the other guys were huge, his father was much bigger, much hairier, and much smellier. Stiles eyes sting from how strong his father's musk smelled when he opened his office door.

'Son, good to see you!" His father greets. 

"Sorry I hadn't returned your calls, I kinda broke my phone with these hands of mine." His dad laughs, holding up his huge hands that look like they can do some serious heavy lifting.

"Dad? What the hell is going on here?!" Stiles asks, trying not to freak out, well not freak out as much at least.

"Liking how your old man looks like now son? Cause I sure as hell do. Which I have to thank you son, without you casting that spell I would still be my boring old self, and I wouldn't have a crew of hot deputy giants to admire as I work."

"You know about the spell?" Stiles asks.

"Of course, I'm your dad, I know these things. That and Peter told me the rest." His dad says.

"But why do you want to stay like this? You should want to be back to normal, not  enjoy this." Stiles says, berating himself in his mind for obviously messing the spell up and causing all this.

"Look at me son, I'm amazing, a true giant brute." Noah smiles. 

"When criminals get a load of me and the other guys here they would think twice about committing a crime, and instead would be too eager to want to service us instead." Noah says, seeming like he was really into the idea of that, and from what he saw with Peter and Derek and the two criminals up front it would be easy to assume the other men shared that same fantasy as Stiles dad.

"Look dad, I'm sorry I did this to you, this isn't what was supposed to happen. You aren't supposed to be this hulking bear. Nor are the guys out there supposed to be like that." Stiles says.

"I'm going to fix this, I'm going to go read the book again to find a reversal spell to fix you all to be back to your old selves." Stiles finishes. He goes to leave, but the sound of his dad getting up out of his seat makes him pause, his father towering over him as he stands now a few feet from Stiles.

"Son I told you, me and the guys are loving this, so there isn't anything for you to fix. Just relax now son, let your old man help you see why this is the best thing you've done with your magic." Noah says with a wide grin, Stiles having a feeling his dad is about to get another new deputy like the ones Stiles saw outside. Which oddly enough Stiles feels excited about the idea of it.

Another commission I've done a few weeks ago where Derek from Teen Wolf gets transformed into a college foot ball player.

"Stiles it's me, again, I've been trying to reach you all afternoon. I'm just walking onto your campus now, so call me back." Derek says and then ends the call. Hes a little concerned as to why Stiles hasn't answered his calls or texts all day. He knew Derek was coming in today to visit him and usually Stiles has his phone glued to his hand so he should have answered Derek by now.

He Hope's Stiles lost his phone or forgot to charge it like he had in the past. He really hopes Stiles isn't in any danger, given how they had to deal with a lot of supernatural related incidents in their past. Derek walks quickly to Stiles dorm room, using the spare key Stiles gave him he pushes the door open, stepping into the room and turns the light on.

He doesn't see Stiles in the room, nor does he hear the younger man. Derek is really concerned now, especially since the dorm room doesn't look much like Stiles in terms of the decor. Gone are all of Stiles collectibles and posters he had decorating the room. This room looks like someone who plays sports dorm room. The walls are lined  up with trophies from different kinds of sports games. Posters of NFL, NBA, etc cover the pastel yellow walls of the dorm room. Derek wrinkles his nose when he smells the musky dirty clothing that lay around the floor in small various disarray piles of unwashed laundry.

Derek thinks maybe he got the wrong room or maybe Stiles switched rooms and  forgot to tell Derek, finals were coming up after all and Stiles was focused a lot on his  studies so it is very likely Stiles simply forgot to tell Derek as such. At least that is what Derek tells himself to keep himself from now freaking out.

He looks at his phone, checking the texts from Stiles and sees he has a new one, making him sigh in relief.

'Hey bro! Sorry about the radwo silences, been busy talken to coach about the upcomin game! Talk later! XoXo.' Derek is confused, since when did Stiles show any interest in football? The college was small so they really only had a football team from what Derek can recall. That and Derek knows how particular Stiles is about his spelling so why would he have words, especially simple words. 

Derek pockets his phone and leaves the dorm room, deciding to go see Stiles himself to talk to him about what's going on. He vaguely recalls where the athletic building is from when Stiles gave him a tour of the campus months ago, heading straight for the offices. He must have what Stiles and the others back in Beacon Hills call 'Derek's murder face.' Cause the people in the hallway ways part ways as Derek moves down the hallway. He would feel bad, but he's more annoyed and still a little worried about what exactly is going on with Stiles since this behavior isn't like him.

Derek is turning a corner and isn't paying attention to where he is going and he runs into another guy. The guy is rather large and Derek being a werewolf, makes the guy fall on his ass.

"Damn bro, what are you made of man, bricks?" The guy asks, looking up at Derek.

"Sorry." Derek says gruffly, he goes to continue on to the coach's office but he pauses when he catches a faint whiff of the guys scent. Clinging to the guys musky body odor Derek can smell Stiles's familiar scent on the guy, like the guy had interacted with Stiles in some way.

The guy gets to his feet, standing taller than Derek and easily has at the very least 50 or 60 pounds of solid muscle on Derek. His blondish-brown hair is cut short at the top and the sides shaved down to a buzz cut style. He has a well groomed beard covering his square strong jawline. His green eyes study Derek as if waiting for him to say anything since Derek hasn't made a move to get out of the guys way.

"Can you tell me if the coach is in his office?" Derek asks.

"Coach William's? Yeah bro he's in there making the next game's play for us." The guy says. "Which is boring so how about I show you something more fun?" The guy says and is grinning at Derek. 

"I'm Stefan by the way." He introduces himself, giving Derek a once over, clearly checking Derek out.

"I have a boyfriend." Derek says a bit too harshly. He moves around the guy and heads towards the office.

"If you change your mind, hit me up bro!" Derek ignores the guy when he calls out to Derek's retreating back. Derek finally gets to the coach's door, hearing that rustling and movement noises inside the office. He knocks once and opens the door. A older man who looks to be in his forties looks up at Derek's. The man has short trimmed black hair, a short trimmed goatee around his thick lips, he looks like he is in great shape, all muscle with no fat showing at all through the older man's coach uniform.

"Can I help you?" The older man asks, setting his pen down as his attention is only focused on Derek. Derek fills a little unnerved for some reason under this man's gaze,  but he pushes the feeling away and steps a few more steps into the office.

"Have you seen Stiles?" Derek asks, getting to the point. The man frowns, looking confused.

"What the hell is a Stiles?" He asks, then speaks up again. "Oh you mean Stilinski? You just missed him I'm afraid." Coach Williams says.

"Do you know where he was going?" Derek asks, getting more frustrated now, why was Stiles giving him the run around like this?

"Who are you again?" Coach Williams asks instead of answering. Which Derek supposes is understandable since it is the job of a teacher to ask if someone is asking about one of the colleges students Derek supposes. 

"I'm Derek, his boyfriend." Derek answers. 

"Ooooh okay then. Well I'm afraid I don't know where Stilinski was going, he was in here asking about when practice is and then he left." Coach Williams shurgs.

That makes no sense, sure Stiles had mentioned about going to a few games before on campus since he said it was due to him being bored at times, but why would Stiles  ask about practices?

"Thanks for your time." Derek says. He turns to leave to make a call to Stiles, hoping his boyfriend answers this time so Derek can give him an earful about this whole thing he made Derek go through to try and find him. Only as Derek goes to leave through the door, he isn't watching where he is going again and he bumps into another person, this time it's a smaller man who looks to be in his mid thirties, but Derek doesn't care about that, what Derek cares about his the messy lunch tray the man was caring as it ends up all over Derek's jacket and shirt.

Derek curses as the smaller man apologises, Coach Williams getting up from his desk to approach the two of them. 

"Oh man, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." The guy says, apologizing again.

"It's fine, it was an accident," derek says, trying to keep himself calm, but it's hard to do when he has spaghetti smeared all over his jacket and shirt and feels it running down both of them. 

"Gary go get a mop to clean this up please." Coach Williams says as Gary nods and leaves the room, apologizing to Derek again.

"I'm very sorry about that Derek, Gary is still new and isn't the most observant and he can be a bit of a klutz." Coach Williams says.

"Its fine, really, I should have been paying attention to where I was going." Derek says, which was true. Usually he is very observant with his surroundings, but this whole goose chase with Stiles has Derek unfocused.

"Here, let me help you get cleaned up." Coach Williams says, moving to close the door to the office, he then grabs a towel from a chair that sits in the corner of the office and hands it to Derek.

"Here, clean up with this, I think I have a spare change of clothes I can give you that my son left in here somewhere." Coach Williams says.

"That's not necessary, I'm fine," Derek says. He does take the towel Coach Williams  handed him, smelling how musky it is so it has clearly been used, but Derek still uses it because it is better than letting the food continue to stick and stain his clothing.

"No no  I insist, you can't go walking around looking like a mess." Coach Williams says. For some reason Derek feels compelled to listen to the coach's words, finding himself standing there waiting for the change of clothing.

"Here, you and my son are the same size so these should fit you." Coach Williams says. He hands Derek a well work football jersey shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Derek can smell that these also have been worn and not washed, which disgusts him in thinking of wearing a strangers worn clothing, especially when he can still see a faint sweat stain under the arm sleeves from where the guys pits of sweated into the shirt.

"Umm I really think I'm good." Derek says, going to hand the clothing back to Coach Williams.

"Derek please just change into your clothing, surely you don't want to parade around campus looking like that now do you?" Coach Williams says. His voice sounds clearer, having a specific tone to it that wasn't there before when he was talking to  h

Derek, and for some reason Derek can't seem to ignore what Coach Williams instructed him to do.

He supposes he can't just walk around with clothes this messy with food stains that are still wet from the sauce. Taking his jacket off and followed by his shirt, Derek sets them aside, pulling the t-shirt jersey over his head and onto his torso, finding that the shirt does fit him perfectly as coach had said it should.

He then moves to unbuckle his pants, though he hesitates and thinks why he should since his pants aren't stained all that much.

"Go on Derek, you should change out of those pants as well." Coach Williams says, his tone of voice having this almost hypnotic sound to it. 

"What are you doing?" Derek questions, realizing that something isn't right about this.

"Just do as you're told son. Trust me, you will feel much better if you relaxed and did as you were told." Coach Williams says. His eyes seem to glow, the brown irises flickering to a illuminating green before returning to normal.

Derek responds by flashing his eyes alpha red, trying to push the feeling to obey what the older man told him to do away, but Derek's power starts to dwindle down. He feels a little lightheaded and weak. He moves his hands to do as Coach Williams told him to do. He undoes his pants and pulls them down and kicks them to the side. He then pulls up the sweat pants, finding them as a perfect fit like the shirt was.

With both clothing pieces Coach William's gave Derek, Derek feels himself getting more confused and feeling a strange warmth overcoming his body.

"Just relax now son, let the sensation flow through you. Give into it, let it consume who you are so you can be your best new self." He hears Coach Williams say, and Derek wants to tell the older man to fuck off, knowing now that the coach is doing something to him, but Derek is too much enthralled by the man's words and the clothing he now wears starts to work in changing Derek.

Derek groans, his pale skin getting tanner. He feels a dusting of wiry dark hairs starting to cover his torso, his biceps get more defined, as does the rest of Derek's physique. Derek lifts his arms up, revealing the thick bush of armpit hair he has now, the thicker underarm hair starts to dampen from sweat, the musk hitting Derek's nose as it gets broader, he moans louder when he smells his musk. Grinning softly as his trimmed stubble facial hair that covers Derek's jawline, as it becomes more square shaped and chiseled, gets thicker as it becomes a well trimmed beard.

Derek's short hair grows a little thicker, not getting that long, more so just looks thicker. Derek's hazel eyes start to darken, turning brown like Coach Williams eyes, his face rippling, his characteristics shifting to better show off his connection to Coach William's, Derek no longer recalling his former self as he stands there and becomes more aware of his new personality and memories. He shakes off the daze he was  feeling as a smile spreads on his fuller looking lips.

"Sorry, what were you saying again dad?" Derek asks. 

"Oh it is nothing son, we were just talking about tomorrow's practice." Coach Williams says. 

Jeremy nods, and before he can answer he gets a text, pulling his new phone out from his sweat pants pocket he grins as he sees who it is from.

"My boyfriend Stefan just texted. He asked me if we would like to join him for lunch." Jeremy tells his dad.

"That so?" Coach Williams asks. He is a little surprised. He didn't think his magic will  still have Derek and Stiles connected like this, he suppose they must have really had a very strong bond with each other if Williams magic wasn't able to change that aspect of the two men once he had transformed them both.

He had intentionally just planned to transform Stiles earlier that day, making the smart mouth college sophomore into a brute of a linebacker for their team since Stiles had refused to tutor their former linebacker and he was benched from the team, but then he had seen Derek calling Stiles when Williams had taken the other man's phone as he transformed him. Seeing how hot Derek was and thinking how perfect he could be with some minor changes, and thus brings them to where they are now. Williams with a new son and star of his football team.

"Yeah, he is already waiting if you wanna come along." Jeremy says, and Williams nods.

"Sure son, I'd love to join you two love birds." Williams teases, grinning at his son. Jeremy rolls his eyes, the two men leaving Williams office to meet with Stefan. Williams thinks about who else he could transform from Derek and Stiles former past selves if they were to come around searching for the two as Derek had with Stiles. The older man is kinda hoping some do, he could alway use more players for his team.

Pic credit goes to my good friend @hypershadowbara he's an amazing artist and writer and you guys should follow him.

He and I have been talking about these idea of celebrities transforming during interviews (inspired by @chocolatechubby s works) where they're asked certain questions.

He made the very hot edit of Henry Cavil and I wrote this story to go along with it.

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Henry sat in the soft cushioned chair, drumming his fingers against his knee as he waited for Mark to come back so they could continue with the interview. Mark, a writer for Men's fitness magazine, had just asked Henry the first question about what workut routine Henry used while he played Superman, and if he used a similar routine to prepare for his lead role in the Witcher series, when Mark had gotten a call to come speak with his supervisor right away.

"I'll just be a minute." The slightly younger man had said as he left the room, that was almost 7 minutes ago and Henry was starting to wonder what was keeping the guy.

As soon as Henry has that though he hears the door open behind him.

"Sorry for the wait, my new supervisor wanted to introduce himself." Henry heard Mark say as he turns around to face the interviewer, to which Henry has to do a double take when he sees Mark, or at least he thinks is Mark.

The Mark he was speaking to not even 10 minutes ago was a guy who was in very good shape unlike this guy who looked to weight well over 300 lbs, where Mark's hair was trimmed shirt and bread neatly trimmed along his jaw, this Mark had a unruly mess of curly hair and his beard seemed to be overdue for a trim.

Henry opens his mouth to ask who this guy is exactly, but he closes it and simply frowns this image of Mark seeming to now be how Henry recalls seeing him when he met the man when Henry arrived for his interview. Henry does notice the chair Mark is about to sit in is definitely too small for his large form to fit into, but he's proven wrong when Mark lowers himself comfortably into the now larger chair, which leaves Henry baffled even more.

He swears the chair was smaller, wasn't it? He goes to shift in his own chair, only to find it too has seemingly gotten much larger than it was. Henry doesn't have time to focus on these confusing thoughts, Mark starts talking to him about if he's ready to continue his interview.

"Y-yes of course." Henry says, smiling sheepishly as he focuses on Mark now, he will just ignore those confused thoughts of his for the time being, right now Henry kinda wants to just get this interview over with.

"Great!" Mark says with a wide smile on his chubby bearded face.

"So where we left off, I asked you about your eating habits, tell me Henry, what foods do you tend to go to when you play roles such as Superman for example?" Mark asks.

"Well, a big part is managing your calories and what exactly you eat, eating protein and having a good work out routine also is a big part of gaining bulk." Henry says, thinking of the meal plans he goes on when he takes on a role and the specific gym routine he follows to gain and maintain his muscular body.

Mark just hums in response, not writing anything down which Henry thinks is odd given this is an interview after all.

"So Henry, any sorta of junk food you enjoy? Sweets? Fast food? Anything?" Mark asks and the question sorta throw Henry off. What would unhealthy eating have to do with anything? He thought, but then again even those strict fitness types of people do indulge once in awhile, and Henry does enjoy when he has his 'cheat day' and can enjoy, one go to food he likes to eat on his cheat days being pizza, which he tells Mark.

"Really, just pizza? Nothing else?"

"Well I do eat sweets on occasion, but nothing over the top." Henry answers.

"Surely you enjoy more than just that right? I mean you do have a big sweet tooth after all." Mark says, and Henry finds the words to be true, he did have a bit of a sweet tooth, on cheat days he loved to just eat a few cupcakes and other sugar filled treats while he can before he stuck back to his normal work out routine and diet. Even so he still didn't just gorge himself on those sorts of junk food, after all he did want to stay in top shape even if he wasn't needing to be for a movie or TV show role.

"Come on Henry, you can be honest with me. You love to eat junk food even when it isn't on one your cheat days don't you?" Marks asks.

"Oh no, no I" Henry trails off, he was going to say no he doesn't, but the reply drifts from his mind, instead he recalls what Mark saying is true, he actually does gorge himself on junk food, even not on cheat days, something his personal trainers scold him for, but he always shrugs their words off and keeps enjoying his junk food.

"Yeah, I actually do, it drives my personal trainer and diet planner crazy when I don't follow the routine they set for me." Henry laughs,

"Nothing wrong with that my friend, as much as you work you should treat yourself. Although it looks like all that snacking and junk food you eat is taking it's toll on your body, I mean look at how your belly fills out your shirt."

Henry frowns, cause what did Mark mean? Yeah Henry ate a lot of junk food, but he was lucky to keep in shape thanks to his work regiment he stuck to. When Henry feels his stomach rumbles, glancing down and sees his flat toned stomach softening and pushing outwards to a small belly, Henry's eyes go wide with shock, only to relax moments later as his mind accepts this as normal for him.

"Yeah, obviously it has, but I still look hot as hell with my little extra weight." Henry laughs, giving his belly a firm shake.

"Of course man, why else would we ask you to be on the cover of Men's Fatness magazine." Mark laughs.

"Wait, Men's Fatness? I thought this was for a interview that would be in Men's Fitness?"

"No offense Henry, but you're far from being fit, after all you're one of Hollywood fattest actors. What are you at 400? 500 pounds?" Mark asks.

Henry opens and closes his mouth, no idea how to even respond to such and exaggerated guess on his weight. Only moments after that question leaves Mark's mouth, Henry feels his body expand, pound after pound of fat just fills his body. His thighs expand and press together from the gained weight he puts on them. His ass fills out the chair he sits in, his ass cheeks and thighs pressing against the arms of the chair, making Henry fit a little snuggly in the chair. Henry's pecs droop, getting larger and fatter as they become a pair of flabby moobs that rest on top of Henry's large low hanging fat gut.

Henry's hands touch his gut, his shirt looking close to popping open from trying to contain the generous amount of weight Henry's put on. His slender strong hands gets thicker, fingers getting pudgier, his hands then move to touch his face, feeling his face rippling as a double chin bloats out of his neck and obsecrues it from view mostly, his cheeks get rounder and chubber, till Henry has no ounce of muscle on him.

"538 pounds to be exact." Henry finds himself saying, a slow grin spreading on his face. "And still growing." He adds with a chuckle, tapping his large flabby gut with his hand.

"I gotta say Henry, it's been so great to see a big guy like you playing such an ionic role as Superman, opening people up to the idea of an obese superhero, and to see you even fatter now than you were playing Superman to tackle the lead in the Witcher series. That video of you naked in that huge tub has been the most search video and watched video on Netflix's media outlets."

"What can I say, people seem to be into big guys like me." Henry smiles.

"No doubt, I bet you have to fight off a lot of guys who want to pleasure you and rub that gut of yours all the time don't you?

"Of course, but I don't mind at all, I love men's attention on me, especially how they eye my big gut. Like you've been doing most this interview Mark. How about we end the interview here and I let you get a feel?"

"I'm all for that Mr. Cavil." Mark says. Ending their interview. As the two obese men begin to touch and explore one another, clueless as to how they used to be before either started the interview. Mark is definitely looking forward to writing and posting this exclusive interview with the big man himself as he bends down and takes Henry's fat stubby cock into his mouth. Happy to suck the big actor off as thanks for accepting to do this interview, which is sure to be a big hit for the magazine.

Short story featuring Thor from the marvel movies.

Warning for weight gain, reality altering, and gaining a new identity.

Thor looked down at the reality stone he held in his hand, the shimmering red stone sparkles in the low lighting of the location Thor has gone to hide the stone. Tony and the others had thankfully managed to pull off Thanos gauntlet that held the infinity stone the Titan did collect, making him able to be subdued and captured.

After they all had regrouped, they decided it be best to scatter the stones again, each of the main avengers taking a stone and hiding it somewhere far away in the galaxy. Thor had been tasked with hiding the reality stone. Which brings him here to this far off distant planet isolated from any other planets. The planet itself was deserted, making it a perfect place to hide the stone somewhere on the planet.

Thor wasn't so sure about this whole hiding the stones again idea, what if someone followed in Thanos footsteps and collected them all once again, should they really risk that? He of course had voice this, stating they should destroy the stones, only to be told how impossible that was or the damage it could cause if they were to.

'Well, they underestimate my power as God of Thunder.' Thor thought to himself. If they couldn't destroy all of the infinity stones, then maybe Thor can destroy just one. It was a perfect opportunity to try, he was alone on this empty world, so he sets the stone down on a nearby boulder, grabbing his axe Stormbreaker, he channels his power, blue sparks of lightening flash from his eyes and his hands, his axe handle   glowing blue and sparkling with power as Thor brings the axe upwards over the stone and then with a heavy swing, Thor brings the aze down in the stone, the force of his power hitting the reality stone sends out a shock wave, red light from the reality stone mixes with Thor's blue lightening, making a purple glow blind Thor's vision for a moment.

Once the light fades Thor looks at the boulder, now crushed, but to his surprise the reality stone is only cracked. Frustrated, he grabs the stone and looks it over, only to have it crumble into shards in his palm.

He smirks, pleased with what he accomplished, his smirk drops to a frown when the broke reality stone begins to flicker a purple tinted light, whips of light swirl around Thor, before pushing into his body. Thor grunts, feeling the foriegn power inside him, he clenches his fists, feeling the shards of the stone clutched in his palm. He feels his power over lightening weaken, he tries to muster up a spark in his other hand only for faint blue sparks to manifest and then dwindle out, leaving Thor powerless.

"No." Thor mutters, devastated over the loss of his power. His eyes go wide when he sees his open hand swell in size, fingers becoming plump thick digits, the growth  spreading from his hand up to his arm, making it fatter, when it gets to his bicep Thor feels the muscle sag and soften into flab, his other hand holding the shards of the reality stone follows shortly after, leaving Thor with two fat arms on his muscular body.

"By the gods, what's going on?!," Thor yells. He looks down, mouth agape when he sees his stomach all at once surge and shred most of his shirt when his tight toned abs melt away into this pure flabby large belly covered in brown hair, his pecs say into a pair of man tits that become covered in thick body hair. 

Thor wants to scream over seeing his body become ruined by fat and the fact he lost his power. His legs double in size to be better porprinate with the rest of his larger form. His ass shreds the seat of his pants with how big his ass inflates to. His feet feeling snug in his now to small shoes.

Thor grunts, his neck swelling into a double chin, his beard trimming away and e leaving the sides of his jaw clean shaven, the only facial hair that remains is around his mouth, leaving Thor with a trimmed goatee. His lips get a bit more plump, his   cheeks swell with fat to dwindle down his transformation.

Thor is speechless, looking over his new self, he opens his hand to find the reality  stone repaired whole, seeing sparks of blue lightening inside the red stone. He feels cold, realizing the stone had done this, not only that it stole his power.  Maybe if he tries to break it again it would release his power, he looks for his axe, finding it to the side of where he was standing, only when Thor goes to grab it hes zapped by the stone in his hand.

One moment he's on that foriegn isolated planet, the next he is back on Earth, in a medium sized room where a computer system showing many security camera feeds on the screen. 

Thor isn't wearing his torn and tattered clothing anymore but a security uniform that his large belly hangs over the rim of waistline of his pants. His mind his foggy, he knows who he is, Thor, king of Asgard, God of Thunder, and a Avenger, but that's crazy, he thought moments later. He was human, he had no power whatsoever to be any of those things. 'Well in my dreams!' He thought with a chuckle. New memories fill his mind, making the former hero forget his old self entirely. 

He reclines back in his chair, grabbing a bag of junk food and busies himself watching news reports on his phone as he smacks on the job. Watching the news story of the Avengers stopping an alien invasion, Thor doesn't focus on that, rather how hot each of the male avengers look and how he would love to be on his back and they take turns fucking his fat ass.

"Fuck, need to get a grip, on the job after all." He says in a grifter voice, still the idea doesn't stop him from fondling his crotch, lost in his day dreams to pay attention to e watching the security feed.

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Notes: I had a few ideas if I decide to write more works in this verse. The avengers  who each had a stone on them when Thor tried breaking the reality stone are unphased by the reality stones power altering Thor and reality that he was always a large security guard, so they would think seek Thor out, and once finding him, the reality stone, which is connected to new Thor now, would transform them as well.

Or when Thor destroys the reality stone for a moment, the others react, transforming each avenger that they had with they had with them.

Little idea I had. Follows a same theme I've had many times, Stiles sets a spell to use on his dad, intending it to help his dad out by making him a little younger since his father refuses to retire from being Sheriff just yet, so Stiles thinks the spell would help lessen Stiles worry.

Setting the spell up to trigger as soon as Stiles dad walks through the front door, he waits for his dad to come home, hearing the keys and the door unlocking, he waits anxiously, surprised to see its not his dad coming through the door but Derek.

Stiles tries to warn Derek to back away, but it's too late. Derek is already stepping into the doorway. Stiles has no idea how the spell will react to Derek, spells working on supernatural being differently than humans. The spell takes affect, it's intended effects working differently on Derek, doing much more to him than it would have Stiles dad.

So Stiles watches Derek transform before his eyes, clothes becoming a police uniform, his body bulking up with more muscle, Derek's hair gaining streaks of grey through it while his beard becomes a bit thicker and specks of graying hairs in it. Derek ending up as this big brute looking experienced officer, whom has no recollection of his old self or those he once knew before the spell.