Peter Just Had To Mouth Off At The Gym, Calling One Of The Musclemen A "Roided Up Simpleton".

Peter just had to mouth off at the gym, calling one of the musclemen a "Roided up simpleton".

Over the next few days, the pompous werewolf was surprised to find himself packing on pounds of bulky muscle, complete with a protruding roid gut. All of his clothes were skintight, and despite the initial panic that he'd felt, Peter was finding himself unable to do anything but admire his vast form in the mirror as time went on. If anything, he was forgetting being a trimmed guy at all, only able to think about lifting, posing, and showing off for Stiles.

Speaking of, his boyfriend Stiles, was trying to find a cure, scanning through a magical book as Peter flexed his massive pecs.

"You're really getting big, Peter," Stiles told him, a concerned yet turned on tone in his voice. "I think I might have a lead on how I can help you fix this."

"Sounds good, Bruh," Peter laughed in his deep voice. "I'm getting so fuckin' swole! I already topped 300 pounds this morning. Check how huge these guns are!" Peter, a dim grin on his face, performed a double biceps pose, the fabric of his button down shirt ripping to shreds with the action. "Come and feel 'em, Little Man." He coyly bent forward and flexed his exposed mountain of muscle in front of his boyfriend's shocked face.

Stiles immediately tossed the magic book to the floor. "Maybe we can see if you can top 400 pounds!" he drooled as he ran admiring hands over Peter's bulging bicep.

@brandedx2 I don't think I made that one (my memory is terrible haha), but I'm always down to mess with Antoine!

Look how happy he is now that his shrunken head makes his muscles pop!

And I couldn't resist this one:

That button could totally cover up his tiny junk!

@gato-cat Did you shrink my musclegod’s head? 😈

(Do it again!!!)

Peter's been working out, making sure to take plenty of selfies to send to Stiles... much to Derek's chagrin.

Peter: *Squeaks "So, Almighty Alpha, what did we learn today?"

Derek: *Sighs and then squeaks "Don't growl at a voodoo priestess."

After a run in with a mysterious talisman, Peter and Derek Hale wound up swapping bodies.

At first the two werewolves were horrified and desperate to figure out a way to turn themselves back to normal. However, Peter, being the mischievous man he is, decided to at least have a little fun while in Derek's body.

"What's that?" Derek scowled, looking at his former body that only smirked back at him as he entered the loft.

Peter laughed, pulling his shoulders back to thrust his chest out, showing off the large lumps that pressed against his shirt. "Got your nipples pierced," he laughed. "Looks good, right?"

Derek turned red, speechless.

"I was thinkin' about dying my hair too," Peter continued. "What do you think about bubblegum pink?"

Ever since Stiles had caught him reading his diary (and yes, Peter scoffed at the fact that the human kept a diary), Peter had been feeling a bit off.

The werewolf had barely slept a wink that night, images of a red-faced Stiles spitting in a hateful tone, "Nosey!"

Peter tried to shake it off, and he eventually did almost forget about it. However, he realized the second that he looked in the mirror that not only had Stiles yelled at him, but he'd also cursed him.

"What the hell?" Peter barked, wincing both at the nasally quality to his voice and the fact that his nose had seemingly grown three times overnight. It wasn't like a Pinocchio-esque growth where only the tip elongated, but the shocked werewolf's entire nose had managed to grow in size. It took up so much of his face that he could not ignore the pinkish blur that constantly remained in his lower eyesight. Even turning to the side, Peter huffed annoyedly at how large his nose was, making him look more akin to a toucan than a wolf.

"Maybe this will teach you not to be so damn nosey," Stiles chimed as he passed by the big-nosed werewolf, giving the fuming Peter a wink.