Short Story Featuring Thor From The Marvel Movies.

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.

Stiles really should have watched what he said to Derek, especially while the two were out in the open looking for a Djinn, if he would have remembered that instead of letting his frustration get the best of him and not shouted out how he wish Derek wasnt such a closed off, up tight dick before storming off. Leaving Derek behind him as a pair of glowing green eyes illuminated behind the alpha in the darkness as the wish was granted.

Now when Stiles came home to find the Derek he had stormed away from wasnt the same Derek, the new Derek looked and acted like a air headed gym bro, acting as a polar opposite to the old Derek much to Stiles dismay. At least he still remembered Stiles, he only forgot how he used to be, to him he was always this self absorbed dim wit.

Of course Stiles tries to track the Djinn down to get them to break the spell, that being the only way to do so, but after a few months of no luck, Stiles supposes he needs to get used to this new Derek.

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.

A anthro/partial donkey themed transformation story using some celebrities.

Tyler Hoechlin, Chris Evan's, and mentions somewhat of Chris Hemsworth and Pratt.

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Tyler kept close to the bar, drinking from a bottle of water as he eyed the party goers that filled the event hall of the hotel. Tyler wasnt usually nervous when it came to social gatherings, not even ones that were thrown for celebrities to attend. Yet here he was keeping to himself and just observing. He would blame it and his nervousness on the fact it's just him here, none of his friends he usual hangs out with at special events were invited to this exclusive party, or conference as his invitation had stated it was.

He still remembers when he got the letter in the mail, specifically asking him to attend Pleasure Islands second ever exclusive conference. He had been baffled as to why he of all the people of Hollywood would be one the few selected to attend. Sure Tyler had some pretty big roles that got his name out there, but none he thought would be enough to earn him a exclusive invite to a special occasion as big as this one.

Pleasure Island was particular with whom could receive tickets to visit just the amusement parks on the island itself, it was even harder if not impossible for anyone new to receive and invitation to such an exclusive even as Tyler had. These sort of things he assumed only were given to the most elite of Hollywood, a reason he thought about not attending if his friends didn't convince him to otherwise, to at least have a fun mini vacation there.

Tyler focused back to the party instead of continuing to dwell on his thoughts about how he got here, he recognizes a few men in the crowds, spotting Henry Cavil over by a table with a variety of assorted foods, Hugh Jackman was over by a few tables talking amongst a small group of people, none of who Tyler could tell who they where since their backs were facing Tyler.

He starts to think maybe calling it an early night, after all this conference didn't seem to be anything all that special besides just being a elite party, and it's not like anyone would notice if Tyler left to head back to his room. Before he can leave though a hand rests on Tyler shoulder, making him turn to see Chris Evan's standing there, dressed in a simple dress shirt and slacks.

"Hey, enjoying the party?" He asks, a friendly smile on his face that Tyler returns.

"Umm yeah its been, nice. It's different than what I've been to before." Tyler says, laughing sheepishly.

"Yeah, it can be a unique experience that's for sure." Chris says. "Although I'm surprised you're off in this corner by yourself, I didn't see you being the wallflower type." Chris says, his hand still resting on Tyler's shoulder.

"I'm usually not, but I'm not going to lie, I'm feeling a little out of my element here, everyone else here seems to be someone big, while I've only done a few roles decent sized roles. " Tyler says, intending it to come off as a joke.

"Aw, don't sell your acting skills short, you got some really great talent. After all of you didn't I wouldn't have hand picked you to receive an invitation." Chris tells him.

"Wait, you're the reason I was invited?" Tyler asks, a bit taken aback by this, to have someone like Chris Evan's acknowledge his work, that was a big confidence boost.

"Yeah, well me, Chris Pratt and Hemsworth as well all agreed on you attending." He says.

"I didn't even know those two were even hear." Tyler says, trying to bite back his smile, he felt good, not only did Chris Evan's pick him, but the other two Marvel Chris's did as well. 

"Yeah, those two got a bit carried away and started a mini party of their own in the VIP lounge." Chris shrugged.

"VIP lounge? Isn't this the VIP lounge, or at least a VIP party?" Tyler asks. That's what he thought at least given how exclusive this event was.

"Tyler I'm going to tell you a little secret, there's the VIP lounge and then there's the VIP lounge." Chris says.

"Would you like to ditch this party and join me and the others in our private lounge?" Chris asks, Tyler cant find his voice, he's just too excited so he eagerly nods his head.

"Great! Follow me." Chris instructs, stopping at the back of the bar when the two walk by and grabs two bottles of orange bottle beers that Tyler hadn't noticed was behind s the bar.

"Something to quench our thirst as we walk over there." Chris says handing Tyler a bottle. "The Island Special, not many guests get to taste it, let along get their own bottle to drink." Chris adds, winking at Tyler as he leads them.

Tyler says nothing, still just he is just feeling so happy with how this party turned out, jogging to catch up with Chris and walking beside the other actor.

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The two actors walk down the hallway of the hotel, Tyler allowing Chris to lead the way to this exclusive vip lounge he invited the younger actor to. He wasn't sure what to talk about so he just listened to Chris talking about the island and how he became one of its spokesmen for it, and some of benefits it gives him.

Tyler nods along, making small comments when Chris pauses to take a sip of the beer he grabbed them from the bar at the party. Tyler had almost forgotten about it, looking down at the orange clear bottle of brew. Tyler wasn't much of a beer drinker himself, but he is very tempted to try it, especially since Chris seemed to rather enjoy it.

"It's brewed here specially on the island itself," Chris says. "Not all the guests who come here can even get one bottle, usually reserved for special guests invited." He adds.

"Like everyone back at the party." Tyler says.

"Hmm no, not even them, more so the very special guests." Chris says, then winks at Tyler.

Tyler feels his face flush, smiling sheepishly, unsure why he is or why Chris's gesture makes him feel so happy. He would blame it on the brew but he hasn't drank any of it yet. So to distract himself and these foreign feelings he feels, he undoes the top of the bottle, taking a sip of the brew. He's surprised it's not as strong as he assumed it was like some beers can be, he finds he actually likes the taste of it. Taking another sip from the bottle.

"It tastes good right?" Chris asks, looking at Tyler and looks almost eager to hear his response.

"Yeah, it honestly tastes better than I thought it would taste like." Tyler tells him.

"Trust me that once you finish it will be your new favorite drink." He smirks. Taking another sip from his own bottle of drink.

Tyler just smiles again, drinking from his bottle, listening as Chris tells them they're close to the lounge. He's excited to see who all else is invited to be in this exclusive lounge. He assumes the other two Chris's are as well, but he wonders if there are more spokesmen like Chris Evan's or if it is just the other 2 Chris's and then their own guest they've invited like Chris did with him.

Tyler is so distracted talking with Chris he doesn't notice the slight itching along parts of his body as coarse dark fur like hairs begin to grow in along Tyler's body.

Chris though is aware of the fur that's began to start growing on his body, anticipating the more fun changes to come, tempted to drink more of the brew to get the transformation really going, but he holds off doing so, not wanting to alert Tyler to just how special the effects of the brew have, that is till they get to the vip lounge. 

Which they thankfully get to. Chris stopping in front of the dark cider wood door, typing in the special password on the door to unlock it. 

"You're going to be in for a really nice treat." Chris says to Tyler as he ushers him inside.

"Took you long enough."

"Did you get lost on the way here?" Chris Hemsworth and Pratt say in greeting to Evans once the other Marvel actor steps further into the room.

"I was bringing a special guest." He says and introduces Tyler, he greets the other marvel actors.

"Welcome to the club newbie." Pratt says. He downs a good portion of his drink, Tyler noticing it is in a similar bottle as the one Chris had given him when they left the previous party, only this bottle Pratt was drinking from was in a yellow clear bottle instead of orange, making Tyler wonder if that meant it was a different flavor of drink or a different strength.

As Tyler looks at Chris Hemsworth and Pratt, he swears the two look different, they seem hairier,  not just with their facial hair, but the hair on their head seems longer if not shaggier, they even see, to be a bit more bulky around their torso with tufts of chest hair poking over both the two men's shirt collars, even their hair on their arms even seemed thicker. 

"Where's Liam? I thought you were bringing him?" Chris says, taking a seat next to Hemsworth, taking the other man's drink and chugging some of it down.

"Oh I did, he and Pratt's guest are having a chat in the back room." Hemswroth says, smirking. The three Chris's share a laugh and knowing looks, making Tyler feel as if there is more to what Hemsworth said. A low sound comes from the back room, tyler looking at the closed door and frowns.

"Was that an animal?" He asks, the sound he heard having sounded like some sort of braying noise.

"It's the TV, Liam always has the tv volume up too loud." Hemsworth says, and Pratt snorts out a laugh, the laugh sounding deeper than his previous laugh.

"Come, take a seat Tyler, have a drink with us." Chris says, gesturing for Tyler to take the seat next to Pratt, Tyler does, thanking the guardians of the galaxy actor when he hands it to Tyler.

"Thanks. " tyler says, he opens the yellow bottle, the strong scent of the brew it's his noise, he gets the scent of fruit oddly enough from the brew, bringing the bottle up to his lips, Tyler takes a sip, the delicious flavor of the brew is a surprise, a welcome surprise, sure it has a strong taste to it from the alcohol but the flavour to it makes it worth the slight sting as tyler finds himself taking a few chugs from the bottle, already drinking half of the bottle when he sets it down.

He notices the 3 pairs of eyes on him, the three Chris's looking at Tyler as if they're eagerly anticipating something.

"What's up guys?" Tyler asks sheepishly, scratching at his stubble, the facial hair thickening into a fuller beard. Tyler's front teeth become bucked, slightly poking outward from his lips with their new size.

"I never told you why this Island is so exclusive," Chris says. The sentence catches Tyler off guard, he laughs softly, but his smile turns into a slight frown when he sees that the three men dont look like they're joking in anyway, each of them giving Tyler a almost lustful look, which further confuses him.

"Maybe it's better we show him than explain it." Pratt says, then he is pulling his leg up, showing Tyler the fully thick hoofed foot. Tyler's eyes go wide, looking at the hoofed foot, looking at it then the other men.

"This, this is a joke right?" Tyler asks, surely they're pranking him, right?

"Mmm does this look like a prank?" Hemsworth says, standing up to show he was naked from the waist down, his lower half is covered in thick hair, his dick is inhuman, long and shaped differently, the dick is black with pink splotches around the cock head.

"What the hell." Tyler says, he doesn't know why he isn't more freaked out over this, he would blame it on the booze, thinking it is the reason hes more intrigued over what he is seeing that startled.

"How? Are, are those real?" Tyler asks, thinking of what it would be like to touch Hemsworth's thick animal cock.

"They're very much real." It is Evan's who speaks this time, Hemsworth and Pratt faces beginning to push outwards, forming into muzzles, the two ignore Tyler and  Evan's in favor of kissing each other.

"The island has a knack for causing varies themed transformations with men, donkey being a particular specialty. The brew we drink here causes the transformation, a reason why we rarely give it out to just any guest." He explains.

"So, Liam and the other guy in the back room?" Tyler asks, starting to put everything together.

"Seems they had too much to drink." Chris smirks. His ears start to become covered in blondish hair, then elongating above Chris's head.

"Arent you afraid, becoming an animal?" Tyler asks, scratching at his arms as his arm hair thickens.

Chris stands up, offering his hand to Tyler, Tyler takes Chris's offered hand, allowing the older man to lead him to a mirror. Tyler does a double take, seeing his bucked teeth, his thicker beard and hair, his ears are even longer, he hadn't even felt them growing. He brings a hand up, touching them, liking how the soft fur feels under his fingers.

"As I can assume you know by now, the transformation can feel intoxicating. Besides the transformation depends on how much you drink, you didn't drink a whole lot so you wont become a full jack ass, unlike those two knuckle heads." Chris says, looking back at the table, Tyler turns around, seeing Prstt and Hemsworth are no longer there, but two large donkeys are standing by the table, nuzzling one another as the lighter brown fur one mounts the darker brown donkey.

Tyler feels his cock stir, his erection tenting his pants, he glances down, seeing his  cock expanding in size in his pants. He doesnt think as he pulls his pants down enough for his semi transformed donkey dick to flop out, smelling the musk that comes off his dick now.

"Oh, oh fuuuu-hawwww" tyler brays, the sound of hearing himself bray like that further adds to his arousal. He opens his mouth again, braying voluntary this time, as the z

deep animal sound expels from his mouth his neck gets thicker, elongating outwards more, His hair growing and styling to a thick wiry mane as patches of fur start growing on Tyler's thick neck.

"I'm surprised Tyler, you're taking this better than I assumed you would. Means I made the right choice in choosing you to attend this little party." Chris says, he gets on his knees, his mouth pushing out into a muzzle, his larger tongue sticks out, licking a long strip from the base of Tyler's shaft to tip of Tyler's flat circular donkey cock head. 

"More, I want more." Tyler moans, his lust clouding his mind, wanting Chris to suck him off, wanting the older man to milk him of every drop of his cum. Tyler's feet ache as they start hardening and merging together into hoofs, shredding apart his sneakers.

He is surprised he can still hand upright on them, instead of questioning that he just enjoys it when Chris's mouth takes Tyler's cock into his mouth, bobbing his head up  and down on it. 

Tyler starts to buck his hips forward, matching Chris's movements, face fucking the s older actor. 

"Going to cum, going to-haaaaawww!" Tyler says. He would be embarrassed for hazing already orgasmed so earlier, blowing thick rope of cum into Chris mouth.

"Dont worry, it's common for men to orgasm quickly with their first transformation." Chris say once he gets to his feet after finishing licking up Tyler's seed.

Chris neck his thick and longer like Tyler's is, covered in fur, Tyler cant help but reach out a three fingered hoofed hand to touch it.

"You're even hotter like this." Tyler says, already getting hard again.

"Yeah? Same can be said about you." Chris says, leaning in close and kisses Tyler. Tyler eager returns the kiss, groping each other.

"I want more, I want to feel what it's like to be like them when you fuck me." Tyler says when they break their kiss.

"Are you sure? We can take your time, after all it is your first time transforming." Chris says, but Tyler just nods, grabbing a bottle from a nearby table and starts to chug it.

"I'm sure." Tyler says in a deep raspy voice, fur covering his body, a tail sprouting from his lower back, among other changes to become more of a jackass.

Chris smiles widely, taking the bottle from Tyler and drinks more of the brew himself.

"I definitely made the right choice in choosing you to join us here in the vip lounge, now we are going to have so much fun."

Short story I wrote where Derek from Teen Wolf is transformed into an older slobby blue collar worker.

Derek clenches his fists as he stands outside the abandoned building located downtown Beacon Hills. The early afternoon cascading shadows over the building as Derek stands there and listens. He can hear two people inside, one he can tell is asleep, knowing it's Stiles, the other person he senses he knows is Stiles captor.

Gritting his teeth, Derek reigns in his anger from rushing in and attacking the foolish human who thought he could get away with kidnapping Stiles. Composing himself, Derek steps through the broken door of the old building, following Stiles scent to lead him to the younger man. The scent leads Derek before two closed doors, the doors look newer compared to the rest of the rundown building. Derek pauses for a moment, his hand lingering over the door handle when he catches a scent that makes him freeze.

He remembers that scent, it lingers around Deaton, his sister Marin, and he even recalls it around the Darach. The scent of magic pushes Derek into acting, shifting into his beta shift, he shoves the door open with his strength, mouth turned up into a snarl as he enters the room.

His entrance does nothing to intimidate the man who sits behind a large wooden desk, the room looking brand new, like someone had just finished renovating it.

The man looks about Derek's age, a close trimmed blonde beard covering his square jawline. His hair is cut short at the sides, with the top part longer, styled with hair products to remain brushed back.

He looks to be a little smaller than Derek, but still in fairly good shape, he smirks. His green eyes not leaving Derek's eyes since Derek barged into the room.

"Well, that was quite the entrance." The man says, his voice sounding deeper than Derek would have guessed.

"Although unnecessary, but one could expect such overdramatics from a wolf." The man adds, his voice sounding full of disdain at the end of his sentence.

"Where is Stiles? " Derek growls, not rising to the man baiting him.

"Who?" The man asks, acting as if he is clueless somehow Derek is talking about which angers Derek even more.

"Don't act like you don't know." Derek snarls, stepping closer, his claws extended from his hands. He only pauses mid step when the man holds his hands up.

"Alright, sheesh, I never get to have any fun with you wolves do I?" He complains, he snaps his fingers and to the right of the room Stiles appears, as if he manifested from thin air.

"Got to love a good cloaking spell am I right?" Derek hears the guy say, but he doesn't pay him any attention, he rushes to Stiles side, only to be propelled backwards from Stiles sleeping form by an unforeseen force.

Derek growls, realizing the barrier the man has put around Stiles to prevent Derek from reaching the younger man.

"Let him go now." Derek says slowly, the hint of his treat obvious as he glares with glowing eyes at the man.

"Hmm let me thing about that." The man says, pausing for a moment as if he actually is, "I don't think so, I think I'd like to keep him." The man finishes, chuckling.

Derek stares for a second, his rage building, but he can't just attack this guy, not till he has Stiles freed from this barrier spell he has the younger human trapped behind.

"What do you want?" Derek grits out, he allows himself to regain his hu,an feathers, but he does leave his claws extended just in case he does need to fight this mysterious man. 

"I want a lot of things wolf." The man starts but Derek interrupts.

"My name is Derek." He says coldy, this strangers hatred towards werewolves is obvious.

"I know who you are Derek Hale." The man sneers.

"You can call me Alistair," he says a few moments later 

"Now as to what I want, nothing in particular, just the satisfaction of torturing a certain werewolf." He says, leaning back in his chair.

"So where does Stiles fit into this? He's human." Derek says.

"I know that." Alistair says with an eye roll. 

"But he is a necessary piece of my plan. A plan that is going accordingly since you are here to rescue your little plaything." Alistair says. He sounds rather pleased with himself, and Derek would like nothing more than to slash that annoyingly cocky look off this bastard's face.

"What do you want from me?" Derek questions, hands balled into fists, it is getting hard to keep his composure with this arrogant asshole looking so smug at Derek like he has been, but Derek knows he can't fight this man, not with Stiles so close and knocked out like he is. He can tell this guy isn't a normal druid, his magic seeming stronger, older than any druids Derek has come across, so it is more of a reason for him to be smart about what he does and not just attack Alistair right out.

"As you must have picked up on my magic is rather powerful, I could do so much with it that your simple wolf mind could only imagine, but my magic has its drawbacks. Sadly I can't use it fully on another supernatural being, leaving me with just boring humans to play with,"

"I can use it on supernatural beings if they consent to it, but obviously no one would do that, unless I give them a little incentive to agree." Alistair smirks, his gaze shifting from Derek towards Stiles.

"You used him to get to me." Derek states, and Alistair nods.

"Correct, you're smarter than you look. I know how fond you are of this human, some was perfect to snatch up and use him to lure you here so we can have this meeting. The purpose is to make a deal, if you agree to allow my magic to affect you then I let Stiles go, he will be unharmed or affected in anyway, but if you refuse my offer and try to free him with brute force, well how about I show you?" Alistar snaps his fingers, Derek looks to Stiles and his expression grows horror stricken as he watches Stiles sleeping form transform before his eyes. 

Stiles lanky thin body swelling with fat, his gut poking out from under his shirt, revealing a thick coating of body hair on his expanding gut. Stiles face grows older, a shaggy ungroomed beard growing on his aging face, streaks of grey appearing within the beard while Stiles hair grows longer in the back while thinning at the front. Stiles looking more like an older slob as Alistair's magic affects him.

"Stop! Please!" Derek says, wrinkling his nose at the strong musk that Stiles has now. He hears Alistair laugh, hearing him then snap his fingers again and all at once Stiles reverts back to his old self. 

"So Der-Bear, do we have a deal?" Alistair asks in a sing-song voice. 

Derek glares at him, he steps forward, looking back at Stiles who still sits there asleep and oblivious to what's going on around him. 

"You let him go, and you don't use your magic on him at all. Then we have a deal." Derek says, his face set in a stern expression as he reaches his hand out and shakes Alistair's hand.

"Good, now Derek I want you to put this on." Alistair says. He snaps his fingers, which is a sound Derek is growing annoyed of hearing, and a grungy dirty outfit appears on Alistair's desk.

The outfit consists of a neon green safety jacket, a dirty stained white tank top, a pair of worn out filthy denim jeans, and a pair of worn out steel toed work boots.

Derek wrinkles his nose, smelling not only stale cigar smoke coming off the dirty clothes, but sweat, dried cum and piss. It's the most revolting thing Derek has smelled in a long time.

"What is the point of this? To humiliate me?" Derek asks.

"What did I ever do to you to make you do all this?" Derek asks as well, stripping out of his current clothes.

"You've done nothing to me Derek, the blame for all this lies with your uncle Peter." Alistair says, the answer surprising Derek.

"Believe it or not Derek your uncle cares about you a lot, so I knew getting you here and making this deal in order to get my magic to work on you would be the perfect plan of revenge against him."

"I do apologize that you are in the middle of this, but hey look at it this way you will soon enjoy your new self." Alistair says, by then Derek has already put everything on. His face disgruntled looking by wearing the filthy outfit, but he snaps his attention back to Alistair once the other man has finished speaking.

"What do you mean by that?" Derek asks, but then he feels his body start to itch like crazy, he scratches at his chest, his stomach, arms, and even at his ass. Almost every inch of him gets hairier, a thick hirsute growing underneath the clothing, tufts of chest hair poking over the collar of the tank top. Derek grunts, his feet expanding within the boots, becoming several sizes bigger in order to fit the boots perfectly.

Derek asks what's happening to him, growing afraid as he feels his body transforming, his werewolf side flickering away till he can no longer feel that part of him. He wants to cry, especially when he sees tufts of his hair falling out one after the other, he runs his hands through his hair, pulling back handfuls of his hair till he is left with a bald dome.

He grunts his muscles burning, muscles expanding from years of hard work on varies job sites, his stomach pushing out into a small hard muscle gut. 

Derek starts to smell the stench that clung to the clothes stronger now, realizing it isn't the clothes he smells anymore but his own body odor, he can't help the fart that escapes between his furry ass cheeks, the scent hitting his nose, which makes him grow aroused oddly enough. His dick lengthening in his filthy pants, outlining the front as his erection tents his crotch.

"Oh fuck." Derek groans, voice raspy, his neck bulges, Adam's apple becoming more prominent against his thick neck. Derek suddenly sees a mirror appear before his line of sight.

"This is the beat part, so I figured you'd like to see for yourself." Alistair says.

Derek says nothing as a cigar materializes in front of his face, on instinct Derek's mouth clamps around it, taking a long drag from it, the smoke filling him, exhaling it through his nostrils. His nose gets broader, breaking and rehealing itself, the smoke makes Derek's stubble thicken around his mouth, turning his black facial hair red as it thickens into a goatee. 

Derek's face becomes aged and weathered, looking to be in his forties, his eyebrows get thicker and turn red like his goatee, his hazel eyes become brighter, turning to a vibrant shade of blue, as Derek removes the cigar out of his mouth and exhales a cloud of smoke, his other hand grabbing his bulge to adjust it.

"So how'd you like the room?" Derek asks gruffly, his mind rewriting itself to fit his new self.

"Better than I thought it look, Clayton, though it isn't a surprise. Your construction work is top notch." Alistair says.

"Well I get paid for a good job I'm going to do just that." Clayton says.

"I'll draw up plans to do the rest of the building once I'm back at the office, though it's still odd you insisted I just do this room first." Clayton says, turning to leave, but he stops when Alistar calls his name.

"One more thing, tell me how do you like my friend over there? Cute isn't he?" Alistair asks and gestures to Stiles.

Clayton looks at Stiles for a moment a blank look on his face before he sneers at him.

"He ain't my type, sorry but I ain't into twinks." He says and leaves, not hearing how Alistair laughs from the answer.

"Oh this is too good," he says, snapping his fingers, teleporting Stiles back to his room where he belongs since Alistair has no use for him anymore.

"Now we wait for the big finale." Alistair says, sending a video to Peter, knowing the older Hale will want to see just what his old friend had done to Peter's nephew.