Would Be Super Hot To See Stiles Turn Derek In To A Sex Doll That He Constantly Fucks.

Would be super hot to see Stiles turn Derek in to a sex doll that he constantly fucks.

Btw loved the 31 days of Derek tfs

(I know that this doesn't look exactly like a sex doll, but it's as close as I can get, haha!)

When Derek and Stiles had begun dating, Derek quickly learned that his boyfriend was insatiable. The human could go all night, seemingly for hours on end without a break. And of course Derek loved every single second of it, but the werewolf was a little embarrassed to admit that he struggled keeping up a little bit. The alpha was easily worn out and left panting after each session, only to feel exhausted when his boyfriend was primed and ready for another round immediately.

One night, after Derek finished fucking Stiles, the werewolf rolled over onto his back, his meaty, hairy pecs heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Basking in the post-orgasmic bliss that washed over him, he internally winced when he felt Stiles prop himself up on his elbow.

“Ready for another round, Daddy Wolf?” Stiles purred, his thin fingers tracing invisible circles on Derek’s pecs.

Despite how turned on he was, the werewolf was begrudgingly worn out. “Um,” he paused, his face burning red, “I actually think I need some more time to recoup.”

Stiles nodded understandingly, but there was still a small frown on his face. “Oh, okay,” he hummed, trying to ignore his throbbing member. He looked down in thought for a second before perking up. “Well, do you mind if I try something?”

“What?” Derek asked, curious and not wanting to disappoint his boyfriend.

Stiles’s smile returned to his face and he reached over to his nightstand and fished out his magic book that he’d been studying for the past few weeks. “It’s a spell that I found that guarantees to help one’s sex drive go on and on, nonstop!”

At first, Derek was skeptical; however, one look at his boyfriend’s eager face had him melting. “O-okay,” he hesitantly agreed.

Stiles was all smiles as he reached deeper into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small glass vial that contained a colorless liquid. “Drink this,” he chirped, shoving the vial at the werewolf.

“You already had it ready…” Derek muttered, still downing the liquid that tasted a little bitter. He grimaced, but swallowed every single drop. “Now what?”

Stiles’s eyes widened as his grin stretched out his face. “It’s working!” he exclaimed with glee.

Derek cocked his eyebrow before becoming distracted by the stench that filtered into their bedroom. The stale smell of plastic wafted into the werewolf’s nostrils, and he opened his mouth to ask what was going on.

“Mmm-hmmm?!” Derek asked, shocked that he couldn’t get a word out. In fact, the more he tried to speak, the faster the alpha realized that he couldn’t move his mouth at all. He turned his face to look into the standing mirror, paling at what he saw. “Mmmpphh?!”

Derek’s mouth was stuck wide open, forming a perfect O. No matter how hard he strained his muscles, Derek couldn’t seem to close his mouth. That was the least of his concerns as soon as he noticed the shiny sheen that covered his skin.

Derek’s normally gruff appearance was becoming more sleek and smooth as his skin turned into plastic. He stared in shock as he watched his body go from being all buff and muscled to looking more like an overblown balloon in the shape of some muscleman. Derek could still see that he had his muscles, but when he moved his body, he winced internally as he heard the squeaking of plastic. Plus, his limbs felt light as air now, almost as if he’d blow away at the slightest gust of wind. Because he wasn’t wearing any clothes, Derek could see his cock stand at attention as it inflated up with air, growing in length as it become exaggeratedly large, more so for aesthetic. He shifted on his cheeks as he felt them get bigger too, and a stretching sensation formed as his hole deepened and widened slightly, looking like another entrance on a sex doll.

“Mmphh!?” Derek grunted in surprise as he stared at his new reflection in the mirror. Where a tough werewolf should’ve been was a sex doll that looked just like him. His mouth was comically round, ready to receive whatever cock would be thrusted into him. 

“You look great, Derek!” Stiles laughed, his already hard cock throbbing in front of him.

Despite his panic over being turned into a sex toy, Derek couldn’t ignore the surge of lust that took over him. He wanted to demand that he be turned back, but his desperate need for Stiles’s cock took over his senses, and all he could do was moan loudly with want.

“You want this?” Stiles teased, gesturing down at his hard cock.

“Mmmm!” Derek heatedly moaned. With his light limbs, he could barely move, rendering him a moaning mess as he craved cock.

Stiles easily lifted up his air-light boyfriend and positioned themselves so that he slid his cock into Derek’s agape mouth.

Derek moaned loudly at the surge of pleasure that washed over him. He’d never felt such intense pleasure like he did now, making him feel as if he was designed specifically for getting fucked, craving it more and more. His shiny, plastic muscles shone underneath the lights in the bedroom, and little squeaking noises echoed out every so often. 

When Stiles shuddered and came, Derek swooned at being filled. Normally, he was the top, but there was something with having Stiles’s cock inside of him that made him feel over the moon (probably because of whatever transformation he’d undergone). 

Derek was placed onto his back once Stiles was finished. “Damn, Derek,” Stiles gasped, trying to catch his breath. “You’re a natural.”

Derek lied on his back with his mouth still wide open, stuck as a sex doll. However, instead of feeling any frustration over his new form, he was irritated over the new unsettling emptiness he felt in his mouth.

“Mmmmm!” he moaned loudly, desperate to be filled again.

“Ready for another round already?” Stiles chuckled. “Damn, you can go on and on.”

Derek ignored the irony and just moaned like a needy slut as Stiles fucked his agape mouth again, only feeling satisfied with his boyfriend’s cock inside of him.

It's kinda cute how red his face is :P

Spanksgiving2023 - Bullying

Scott and Stiles need a favor from Danny. Best way to get that favor? Use their hot friend as a bartering chip, of course. Whether he agrees to it or not.

I saw the video and I couldn't resist! I think he looks better this way anyways.

Vojta blushed as the audience began to snicker at the mini bulge in front of him. "It's not small!" he tried to bellow. "I just really pumped up my quads, and it's making it look small by comparison!"

But a keen eye could easily see the rigid, pert two inch nub tenting out his micro poser.

Poor Alex was stung by some mysterious jellyfish while swimming and he's swelling up a little bit... not that anyone seems to mind.

I love some of the pics you’ve made of big muscled cops. Do you think you could turn me into a totally massive one?

"Damn it," your police chief huffed as you waddled into his office. "That's the fourth uniform this week that you've hulked out of!"

"Sorry, Chief," you blushed, looking down at yourself.

You're the biggest cop on the force, towering over every other guy you work with. That, and you easily outsize them by at least one hundred pounds of rock hard muscle. You're a wall of muscle, looking like you should be a superheavyweight competitive bodybuilder as opposed to a police officer. Your bowling ball sized biceps constantly bulge out of your short sleeves, and your rotund pecs tore through your tight uniform shirts with ease. Even your uniform pants looked they were painted on, your massive thick quads looking incredibly large as they strained against your uniform. The sheer size of your legs reduced your strut to a cumbersome waddle, and your nearly inflexible arms forced your limbs outward at an awkward angle.

Unfortunately, your super-sized musculature sometimes led to your suspects escaping, easily outrunning the muscled up bodybuilder cop who waddled around the city blocks.

Your face flushed red, your massive pecs out in the open in front of your boss since your shirt had burst to shreds... again. You'd tried to flirt with a cute guy who'd been trying to sweet talk himself out of a ticket (it worked), and you'd playfully flexed your enormous muscletits-- RIIIPPP! Your muscletits had completely ruined your shirt for the umpteenth time since you'd gotten hired.

"Sorry, Chief," you apologized to your older boss. "I keep buying the largest size they have, but none of them seem to fit."

Your boss hummed, deep in thought, before perking up. "Okay, I think I have an idea," he finally said, a smile audible in his voice.

-- -- --

You signaled at the waiting taxi, giving the driver the okay to proceed down the street. As he passed by, his jaw hung low as he eyed your massive muscles up and down.

You couldn't help but smirk as you held up an arm to stop the other lane of traffic, your enormous bicep flexing with power as you moved.

Your chief had decided to move you to traffic duty, placing you in the middle of the intersections whenever some of the traffic lights went out. You didn't mind at all; in fact, you loved it! You got to show off your massive muscles for the whole city to see.

Speaking of, your chief finally helped you with your uniform problem.

Now, instead of having to cover your big muscles in some confining shirt and pants combo, your newly approved police uniform is a pair of blue speedos. You can affix your belt to it, and just put your hat on-- and that was it!

While on duty, your bodybuilder physique was constantly on display. Your plump pecs protruded far out in front of you, your nubby nipples constantly hard from the cool breeze passing over them. Your arms could flex with power without the worry of ruining another shirt. Your bubblebutt shifted in your tight speedos, the back of your uniform riding up between the huge cheeks and sometimes looking more like a thong. The sheer size of your enormous quads forced your bulge out and in front, your large cock and balls barely contained in the small pouch.

A grin on your face, you threw both of your massive arms above your head and flexed, showing the city just how huge the biggest cop on the force is.