When Derek Hale Became The Alpha Werewolf, He'd Thought That Everything Would Be Just Fine. And It Was.

When Derek Hale became the alpha werewolf, he'd thought that everything would be just fine. And it was. He had an easier time keeping threats out of his territory, he was building himself an impressive pack, and he had Stiles as his boyfriend. However, he wasn't aware of a certain side effect of becoming an alpha.

Derek's body hair was growing at a much faster rate.

Seemingly overnight, the stud's smooth chest had sprouted a black forest of chest hair, completely covering his pecs and stomach. Even his stubble had increased, giving the werewolf a bushy beard.

At first, Derek had tried to keep his new body hair under control, shaving his chest and beard every morning. However, his new alpha werewolf genes wound up with him annoyed at the sight of the curling chest hairs visible in his v-necks at noon. And his beard was full by at least 3 PM.

He finally embraced his new hairy body when his boyfriend, Stiles, admiringly ran his fingers through his thick chest hair. "I think it's kinda hot," he smiled.

Derek shivered at the pleasurable sensation of his boyfriend playing with his chest hair, every follicle feeling like a pleasure sensor. And from then on, Derek fully embraced every aspect of his alpha status, especially his hairy chest.

Alex carefully glanced over his broad, bare shoulder as he slunk into the locker room, making sure that no one saw him. The young muscle stud snuck into the locker room, grateful that no one else was in there. 

The gym had an unfortunate reputation of unsecured lockers having their contents go missing, and Alex was the reason behind that. The cocky college freshman had snagged an unsuspecting weightlifter’s phone once and had sold it, telling himself that it’d solely been because of how expensive college life was. However, Alex had quickly gotten hooked on the thrill of taking the clueless mens’ belongings and hocking them, or even using them for himself.  

Best of all was that all the college jock had to do was flash one of his smiles at the angry gay men who questioned him on the whereabouts of their belongings, and they dropped it. Since a majority of the gym-goers were older, gay muscle men, the toned straight jock used his physique to his every advantage. He’d noticed quite a few of them ogling him while he did squats or whenever he posed in the mirror, hence a lot of them didn’t tend to argue whenever he showed off the slightest bit.

As soon as he was sure that the coast was clear, Alex smirked and his eyes honed in on his prize: a blue locker with the door slightly ajar, the fabric of a duffel sticking out of the crack.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Alex snorted as he hurried over to the unlocked locker and snatched the duffel bag out of it. He eagerly unzipped it, but then flinched when he saw the contents:

A bubblegum pink thong.

“What the hell?” Alex laughed incredulously as he looked at the skimpy garment. He had a number of gay jokes filter through his mind, but as his shocked fingers grazed the soft fabric of the thong, he felt a jolt ripple through his body.

The jock’s hand recoiled at first, his heart racing in his muscled chest. For some reason, the longer he stared down at the thong, the more his mind told him to wear it.

He snickered and shook his head. “Damn it,” he spat, shrugging his shoulders and opting to humor himself. He’d never worn such an article of clothing before, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t seem to throw the duffle bag back into the locker. Instead, the jock lowered his joggers and shucked his boxers. Since he’d already been shirtless (to give the eyeing old dudes a little show), he was naked in a matter of seconds.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex slipped the thong up his legs, a little surprised at how soft and comfortable the fabric felt. The stringy back slipped between his perky cheeks, and the front pouch barely concealed his girthy package.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh at his silly reflection as he turned around in front of the mirror. “Of course one of those weirdos would own this,” he scoffed to himself, moving to take the offending thong off.

However, he couldn’t get his fingers to grip it, almost as if the thong had fused to his skin. No matter how hard he tried, Alex wasn’t able to take the thong off. In his frenzy, he went to grab his joggers to cover himself, but he was surprised when he couldn’t find them on the floor where he’d tossed them. It was if they’d vanished.

“What the fuck is even, like, going on?” he panicked, wincing at the way he’d said it. His speech had been peppered with a valley girl inflection that had been completely unintentional, making the stud blush. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Like, what was even that?”

Alex slapped a hand over his mouth and rushed over to his own locker, opting to rush home and figure out what was happening to him. He did his combo and flung the door open when he saw that his own gym bag was gone, meaning that he had no clothes to cover himself up, thus leaving himself clad in nothing but the pink thong.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he huffed, even stomping his foot in frustration, freezing when he felt an unknown ripple emanate from his backside. Alex shakily turned to gaze back at his reflection and gasped loudly.

As Alex stared wide-eyed at the mirror, he gazed at an ass that was much too big. His normally perky butt had magically ballooned out into a bubblebutt that was at least three times larger than it should’ve been. The enlarged cheeks protruded off his back at a ridiculous angle, forming a shelf from his back. He was relieved to see that he still retained all of his hard-earned muscles, but his pecs and biceps definitely looked like an afterthought in comparison to his massive ass. It looked like he was lugging beachballs behind him.

“Like, why is my butt so big?” Alex squealed, bristling both at the way he was talking and the way he was walking with an arch to his back that accentuated the large cheeks. His legs carried him out onto the gym floor against his will, almost as if they were moving on their own accord.

Alex blushed cherry red when the rest of the gym-goers gained a full view of his altered form: his large muscles on full display, only to have them overshadowed by the inflated fuck-me butt he now possessed. All of that was wrapped up in a garish bubblegum pink thong.

The rest of the men eyed him as he walked out into the center of the gym for all eyes to see. With every step he took, Alex winced at the way his enlarged cheeks bounced and jiggled.

A large burly bear of a man, the owner of the gym, Mr. Black, sauntered forward. His large muscles were concealed by a form-fitting polo that barely covered his meaty pecs and roidgut, and for some reason, the more he looked at him, the more turned on Alex got.

“Well, well, it looks like we’ve caught the gym thief,” Mr. Black mused, crossing his massive arms in front of himself, his biceps curling out of his tight sleeves. “Have anything to say, Alex?”

Alex’s heart raced and he felt an uncomfortable feeling of humiliation and being so deeply turned on. He’d shown off plenty of times before, but having his inflated bubblebutt on full display for every other man in the gym made his heart race and his cock ache in the tight confines of the thong.

“I’m, like, so totally sorry!” Alex hurried.

The large, older musclemen all laughed at his new voice. One of them even pointed at him, saying, “He’s become a total musclebutt!”

Quickly putting the pieces together, Alex dramatically gasped and shot daggers at Mr. Black. “You did this to me?” he accused, gesturing down at his huge butt. “Like, why did you give me such a fuckable ass?” 

“‘Cause you were an ass for stealing from us,” Mr. Black responded like it was obvious. “And that’s not all.” 

Alex cocked his eyebrow, confused. He hesitantly glanced towards one of the mirrors in the gym and paled when he saw the tiny bulge in the front of the thong. Instead of looking like it was strained to bursting, the pouch of the thong was baggy from having too much room. Alex estimated that his cock would’ve had to shrunk to a pathetic little nub, barely an inch long.

“Don’t worry, Musclebutt,” Mr. Black teased, running an admiring hand over the crest of where Alex’s back exploded out into his large ass, “with an ass like that, you won’t need such a big cock anymore.”

Alex knew what he meant, and the more the musclemen stared at him, the more his nub throbbed. But that was nothing compared to the unsettling sensation of emptiness that he felt in his inflated ass, a desperate desire to be stuffed full overwhelming him.

Despite himself, Alex dropped on all fours and presenting his giant butt towards the crowd of men, giving it a playful wiggle. “Like, who’s first?” he heard himself ask aloud. The gym was filled with his loud moans as he was fucked over and over, the gym thief now the gym’s own musclebutt, built to satisfy every man who entered.

[Original photo from twitter.com/viralsmorphs]

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Okay, so I'm getting the hang of how Tumblr polls work and the timeframes. Since I want this to be more of a weekend thing, here's the second one, and I will have the first one up whenever the poll time ends there!

This young stud is Alex, and he's unfortunately the reason why you'll sometimes find stuff missing from your gym locker when you return from your workout. Someone eventually got fed up with his antics and decided to leave him something special to steal.

Adam finished up his pump backstage, admiring the way his bulging muscles looked with his spray tan. The bodybuilder had spent a long time preparing for this competition, and he was ready to take gold. His shiny blue poser was practically painted on as it struggled to contain his impressive musculature.

"Lookin' good, Adam," one of his competitors, a muscle mountain of a man named Peter said, his eyes running up and down the other man's form.

"Yeah, I've been working out pretty hard," Adam said as he formed a double biceps pose, loving how massive his biceps looked. The engineer worked out frequently, loving how he was the largest man in his office, completely dwarfing every other stud there. However, as he stood next to Peter, he couldn't help but frown at their obvious size difference. Peter must've had at least fifty pounds of muscle on him. "How'd you get so big?"

Peter snorted and flexed one arm, his bicep putting Adam's to shame. "It's this new supplement I've been using," he bragged before eyeing the other man up and down. "Want to try it?"

"Yes!" Adam nodded eagerly, desperate to do anything to win.

Peter smirked and waddled over to his bag, his massive thighs rolling over each other. "Here, take one of these," he said, snatching a pink pill out of his bag and handing it to the other bodybuilder.

Without even bothering to ask what it was, Adam hungrily swallowed it. "Thanks!" he happily said, grateful that Peter was a friendly competitor.

Before he could say anything more, the announcer boomed out: "Next up for the superheavyweight class is Adam!"

"Good luck out there!" Peter cheered as he playfully slapped Adam on the ass.

The other bodybuilder smiled and sauntered out on stage, his chest puffed up with pride. Adam waddled out in front of the crowd, loving the bright lights and the way the the audience cheered the second he hit a pose. His impressive muscles bulged with power, and the judges seemed to be satisfied as they took notes.

Adam hit a side chest pose, wincing when he felt an electric sensation ripple out over his muscled butt.

The bodybuilder looked over his broad shoulder, his jaw dropping at what he saw. His muscled butt shuddered and began to pull away from his back. It steadily packed on meat, growing rounder and larger with each passing second.

Adam took an unsteady step in shock, blushing as his inflating ass rippled and bounced with the slightest movement. He inwardly panicked as his cheeks grew so large that the back of his blue posers started to get sucked up into the deep crevice of his large cheeks, looking more like a thong. The pouch suctioned around his cock as the back was pulled further back. The way his butt inflated, followed by his thighs to accommodate the added weight to his backside, made his cock look smaller by comparison.

The crowd gasped at first at the inflating bodybuilder, but then started to laugh.

Adam, in his humiliation, waddled off the stage, his massive bubblebutt bouncing and jiggling behind him with every step he took. It totally ruined his competition-ready body, making him look obscenely bottom-heavy. No matter how much he worked out the rest of his muscles, his butt would always be too big.

His cheeks clapping behind him, Adam hurried past a smirking Peter.

"Looks like I've got this one in the bag," Peter whispered to himself as he prepared to head out onto the stage.

Meanwhile, Adam struggled to pull on his short, cursing to himself as his beachball-sized booty wouldn't fit inside the stretchy fabric.

It took Derek a while to realize that Stiles had spiked his morning coffee with a daddification potion.

"The water's just really cold," the embarrassed stud told the mass of onlookers who gawked at his large and small form.

Don't look so sad, Musclestud. Your head doesn't look too tiny.