It Took Derek A While To Realize That Stiles Had Spiked His Morning Coffee With A Daddification Potion.

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

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Superman’s Super Body

“Did you guys do something different to the costume?” Tyler Hoechlin asked as he examined the spandex suit. He had been ecstatic about being able to play Superman in the new Supergirl series, but seeing the outfit he became slightly less enthused. It wasn’t the fact that his body wasn’t up to par; compared to most people he was someone fresh off the cover of GQ. His abs were tight, his muscles are large, and his pecs were firm; there wasn’t one piece of him that he would change. “Nope exactly the same,” the male customer designer said as he pulled the super suit from Tyler’s hands. Tyler raised an eyebrow. Last time he looked at the costumer there was much more to the costume; much, much more to the costume. “Go ahead and strip and we can try it on,” the designer said forcefully. Tyler paused. “We need to make sure it fits properly.” Tyler thought it seemed right especially with the changes that the designer was denying. He wasn’t even sure he could fit his broad body into the formfitting suit.

Tyler grasped onto the hems of his shirt and lifted it over his head showing off his hard furry stomach. Even though Tyler’s head was covered by his shirt he knew the designer was staring at him. Tyler had caught Joey staring at him when he had changed in front of him before during their previous times together trying on other clothes or getting his measurements. His attraction was painfully obvious during the times when he had to be measured by the designer. Joey’s hands would linger on his large pectorals or on his inner thighs, pulling the tape measure far enough so that his hand grazed his cock. Tyler chopped it up to unrequited lust.

After Tyler tossed his shirt to the side he turned his back to the designer and dropped his pants to the floor showing off a tight pair of boxer briefs. Tyler wasn’t sure what was worse, showing Joey his front of showing off his backside. He had been told my many different women that his ass was his best feature. Tyler looked over his shoulder, catching Joey staring intently at his ass. “Can I get the suit,” Tyler asked, reaching out his muscled hand to the designer. Joey handed the suit over; his eyes never leaving Tyler’s bare body. Tyler took the suit in hand and stepped his feet into the bottom of the suit feeling the tight spandex. The suit clung tightly to his calves as he pulled the suit upward, feeling the suit increase in tightness as he went further up his body. Tyler pushed his hands into the armholes, adjusting it onto his shoulders and stood up straight.

“Ugh,” Tyler groaned as he pulled the extremely fitted suit over the rest of his body feeling the spandex stretch over every inch of his body. “Can I get some help with the zipper?” Tyler asked, looking towards the mirror. Seeing the iconic S on his chest made him feel pride and excited about landing such an iconic role.

“No problem. We need to adjust the backside some first,” Joey said as he pressed his hands onto Tyler’s cheeks. His cold hands causing gooseflesh to ripple across his skin. Joey grabbed firmly onto his cheek and pushed it into the suit with the other one following. He then grabbed onto the inner lining and pulled up, wedging the suit deep between Tyler’s cheeks. Causing a yelp to erupt from Tyler as he felt the spandex rub against his hairy asshole.

“Fuck,” Tyler cried as joey quickly zipped the suit up, and slapped him on the butt playfully. Tyler squatted down feeling the suit ride even further up between his cheeks – if that was even possible.

“Fuck indeed,” Joey said standing back to take in the full look of Tyler in his super suit. Tyler stared at his reflection seeing the way his muscles popped beneath the suit, but what really caught his eye was how large… . .

…his ass looked.

“How the hell is this happening?” Tyler asked as he turned to the side seeing both of his cheeks jut out unnaturally from his body. It looked like the suit had built in implants. He knew his ass was impressive before but now it looked obnoxiously large, almost to the point of it being too large. Tyler pressed his hands to the backside of his suit expecting to feel extra cushion inserted into the suit but all he could feel was the soft supple flesh of his ass underneath the thin super suit. “I don’t know if this was really what they were looking for in a new Superman,” Tyler laughed uncomfortably.

“Oh let me make a slight adjustment.” The seamstress pulled a fabric tape measure from a table and looped it around Tyler’s waist, pulling tight around his hips. “Oh yes. I do see what is wrong here. Much too small.” Tyler let out a sigh of relief; happy that the seamstress and he were on the same page.

“These cheeks need to be much larger.”

“Hold on what?” Tyler stammered as he watched his cheeks expand outward, pushing the tape measure further apart. Tyler’s mouth dropped open as he watched his ass expand growing from the large butt cheeks he already had to a real pair of cheeks that embodied the name gluteus Maximus.

“There we go. An extra five inches. What do you think?” The designer asked, stepping back from Tyler as he continued to stare disbelieving at the changes his body underwent. It had to be something with the suit, some sort of balloons or expander. But when Tyler touched his cheeks once more he felt the same soft ass cheek he felt earlier.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Tyler asked as he began to fondle his monstrous butt cheeks, unable to fully grasp what was happening or his butt for that matter. The customer designer shrugged his shoulders, pushing Tyler’s question to the side as he grabbed each of Tyler’s cheeks in his hand. Tyler let out a moan of pleasure as the designer’s fingers dug into his dense thick cheeks. Tyler felt his knees grow weak as the man continued to grope Tyler’s bouncy bubble butt.

Tyler’s moan of pleasure grew louder when the man’s hand grabbed a hold of Tyler’s crotch, feeling his hard cock press against the thin spandex. The man worked his hand up and down the long shaft of his cock while his other hand grabbed something at the top of his ass and pulled. Tyler felt a release of the tightness around his ass and a burst of cool air on his cheeks. Unbeknownst to Tyler, it seemed that the designer had also put a zipper into the super suit. The freedom was appreciative but also caused worry. Why did Tyler need a zipper between his cheeks?

“God. It was already so perfect, and now. Fuck. I gotta take a bite.”

“WHAT?” Tyler exclaimed as he saw the customer designer fall to his knees and roughly pushed his face between Tyler’s exposed cheeks. His eyes flew open as the man’s tongue pushed into his virgin hole. Tyler could feel his cock spurt out a stream of precum into the suit as his entire body filled with, what could only be described as, electricity. Tyler grabbed onto the man’s head and attempted to pull him from his crack but fell forward into the mirror, grabbing onto the sides in order to steady himself.

“Oh god, It feels so good.” Tyler groaned, subconsciously pushing his engorged ass cheeks into the man’s face. This couldn’t be happening, but he couldn’t stop it. He heated breath fogged the mirror as his breathing became ragged. But then the overwhelming sensations stopped. Tyler opened his eyes and looked behind him, partially sad as to why the feeling stopped. But when he turned his head over his shoulder he saw the designer unzipping his pants. Tyler thought he should run, he thought he should push him away, but all he could think about was that pleasurable sensation from earlier.

“Ready to get fucked Tyler?” The designer asked as he pulled his cock from his underwear, spit on the tip, and slapped it against his ass cheek. The two men watched as Tyler’s cheek jiggled, almost begging to be fucked. Tyler swallowed hard and nodded. “Hold on bottom boy,” the designer laughed as he shoved his cock deep between the cheeks, losing several inches before even hitting Tyler’s hole. But when the tip of his cock entered Tyler’s body it was like he was seeing the stars for the first time. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Tyler squeezed the mirror so tightly that he was fearful that the mirror would shatter.

“Almost there,” the designer groaned as his lap finally pressed against Tyler’s ample ass cheeks. He kept his cock lodged deep within Tyler’s body, allowing his body to accommodate to the intruder. Tyler had never felt anything before and it only got better when the fucking truly began.

The man thrust his dick so many times into Tyler’s asshole that he felt empty the few times that he removed it entirely, missing the feeling of the man’s cock rub against his prostate. Tyler couldn’t believe he had lived so far in life without ever trying something like this before. The sexual encounter crescendoed when their moans of lust intermingled and both of their cocks gave one final pulse of pleasure and erupted.

“Fuck!” “Oh shit!” Tyler’s cock shot within the suit while the customer designer unloaded deep between Tyler’s cheeks. Once the designer’s balls were completely emptied within Tyler’s hole; he withdrew his cock, seeing the cheeks slam shut, sealing the cum within his body.

Knock knock knock

“Tyler you are needed on the set,” a young male voice shouted from the other side of the door. Tyler peeled his sweaty body off the mirror, falling to the floor from his lack of strength and landing on his overly rounded cheeks.

“Give me a few minutes!” Tyler shouted back. He looked down at his body, unsure how he was going to explain this to anyone on set, or how he was ever going to even get the super suit off his body?

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Caleb Becomes a Daddy

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'Caleb Becomes a Daddy' by Ultram0th/Gato-Cat

Straight jock, Caleb, finds himself the new recruit of a Daddy Cult, where all members are total musclebears complete with a big belly.

Here's my story that I'd submitted for Gayspiralstories' "Secrets of the Occult" contest. I got an honorary mention as a third runner-up! Yay! It was really fun to write, so maybe I'll do more contests!

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A small fire flickered in the background, the tips of its flames tinged green and violet from the special ingredients that had been tossed into it. Its light casted over the group of men which consisted of around thirty members— each of them completely nude and perfectly erect. Other than that, they all had the exact same body type, every one of them looking like an almost carbon copy of each another, their minor facial features being the main distinguishing factors. They all stood in a circle, silently waiting for their leader.

The group was full of older, burly musclebears, each of them looking like a football linebacker who was currently engaging in Bulking Season. Their bulky muscles were clearly evident, yet they were hidden behind a thick layer of fat. Biceps and pecs were visible, yet they appeared to be more puffy and thick as opposed to rigged and defined. Their pecs were all capped with large, nubby nipples which a majority of them thumbed or outright tugged on, making their stiff cocks leak all the more. Large roid guts protruded in front of each of them, blocking their complete views of their hardened cocks which bobbed in front of each of them, leaking precum at their feet. Hair covered every inch of their beefy frames, complimenting their daddy bear façades. Not a single man didn’t have salt-and-pepper hair, and they all had their masculine jaws covered by a beard, either trimmed or bushy. Each man was hairy, bulky, and incredibly horny. A few of them tugged at their nubby nipples while they licked their beard-framed lips, and others couldn’t stop fondling their hard cocks, struggling to reach around their rotund guts to grasp at it.

The circle broke as the leader of the group, a large beefy man, entered. He easily outweighed every other member, looking like a total giant of a hunk as he sauntered around, puffing out his fuzzy pecs with power. The other men in the group avoided making direct eye contact with him out of respect, but as soon as his presence was made, several of them came on the spot, their cocks twitching with desperate want.

The large powerlifter-looking man sauntered into the center of the circle, which was decorated with an obscure array of designs written out in bleach white salt. Circles and spirals were scattered about with stray lines connecting them all to create a larger artistic piece. The salt was lit up by small tea candles lining it, their flames flickering. The evident leader of the group, hard just like every other member but just having a significantly larger cock, held up a photo in his beefy hand.

“A new member will be amongst us tomorrow night!” he growled in his deep voice, tossing the photo down to the ground where it landed perfectly face-up in the center of the salt circles. “Caleb!"

The photo clearly showed off a candidly snapped picture of a young man at the gym. His perfectly proportional frame was much smaller than every other man’s in the group, making him look like a fitness model ripped directly from an influencer Instagram account. Chiseled pecs and abs teasingly pressed against a red workout tank, and his toned glutes were lovingly cupped by black spandex shorts; and his large cock was clearly outlined in the front. He was clearly dedicated to natural fitness, and as every hard man stared at his photo, their cocks began to throb with anticipation. His cleanly shaven face showed off his youth, and his black hair was cut into a neat style, illustrating his attention to his aesthetic. Although the hunk was handsome, he clearly did not fit the theme of the other men in the group.

“Daddies,” the leader of the group announced, holding up his large, muscled arms, his musk emanating out from his hairy pits as he did so, “let Caleb’s transformation begin!”

The flames on the tea lights grew in fervor as the large men in the circle began to chant in tandem.

“Caleb! Caleb! One of us! One of us!”

The leader of the group grabbed a strong hold of his massive cock in his beefy hand, his humongous bicep flexing with manly powerful as he pumped away. Among the chanting, he let out a loud grunt, shooting his load into the middle of the circle, his cum landing directly on the picture of the proportional fitness hunk.

“Guuahh!” Caleb cried out as he shot up in bed, his smooth pecs heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The twenty-three year old stud had bolted up from some obscure nightmare which his mind was rapidly forgetting. All the hunk could recall at the moment was that he’d dreamt of several men looking like a bunch of overweight ex-jocks chanting over and over. All of their faces had been shrouded by dark shadows, preventing him from recognizing a single one. “Fuckin’ weird.”

He ran a shaky hand through his thick, black hair when his attention was brought to something else.

“Damn,” he couldn’t help but chuckle when he felt just how sticky his sheets were. He lifted up the covers and marveled at the sheer amount of cum that was globbed all over them. He must’ve came repeatedly, almost nonstop all night because some of it was crusting and plastering the cotton blankets to him and some of it was already dried up on his cut abs, while some was freshly wet and cooling off in the cold morning air. Still, despite this, his eight inch cock was still rock hard, throbbing with want as it bobbed up in the air, drooling precum like a leaky faucet.

Caleb’s lustful frenzy took over his mind, and he barely registered anything before he found himself pumping away at his hard cock, almost as if his body had moved on its own accord. The toned stud let out a low, bellowing moan as he jerked off, his hips bucking from the surges of pleasure that washed over him. Of course he’d experienced morning wood plenty of times before in his life; but for some reason, he was so hyperbolically horny this morning, barely able to concentrate on anything else besides getting off.

As Caleb jerked off, his thoughts kept drifting back to his cryptic dream with all of the large men standing in a circle, and then the largest guy of them all entering the middle—

“UUughh!” Caleb squealed as his cock erupted, shooting a large load of cum that landed right onto his smooth, muscled chest. “Wh-what the hell?” His pecs heaving from post-orgasmic bliss, the hunk blushed at the thought that he’d climaxed right as he’d thought about another man. Weirder was that he’d felt as if he’d blown the largest load of his life, feeling way more spent than he’d ever had when with a woman.

The stud also couldn’t believe that as he crawled out of bed, despite just cumming, his cock quickly plumped back up and went straight to attention in a matter of seconds. Caleb scratched confusedly at the back of his head as he stared down at his throbbing member, never feeling such a surge of hormones since he’d started puberty. His cock ached and begged to be touched, and the more the house’s A/C blew over his smooth muscles, he felt tingles rippling through him. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, chalking it up to just needing to get laid.

Luckily, that wouldn’t be hard for the twenty-three year old hunk.

Caleb had just gotten hired at some obscure company called Daddy Corp where he worked in one of the few office buildings in town and wore form-fitting clothes that showed off his musculature, showing that he dedicated himself to fitness. The jock had a trim body with smooth, shredded muscle. His proportional pecs pressed against his button-down shirt, illustrating his meticulously fit lifestyle. His abs popped noticeably against his skin, looking incredibly defined. Caleb looked like he was pulled straight from a fitness magazine cover; and with his cute smile and younger features, he could’ve also been yanked from a celebrity magazine too. He kept his face cleanly shaven to allow his square jaw and defined cheekbones to pop. He kept his short, black hair trimmed and nicely styled. Everything about the hunk oozed youthful and attractive, and he absolutely used this to his advantage to score tons of women in town.

He couldn’t help but bask in the glory that being the fittest man at his new job brought him. Seriously, Caleb was the only stud at work to weigh in under 200 pounds (he weighed 184, to be precise), and he was the only one who looked like he’d recently been to a gym. Every other man at Daddy Corp looked like some ex-jock who’d had too many visits to the buffet, waddling around with a huge gut that constantly threatened to burst out of their tight shirts. The stark difference in him and the rest of his coworkers often earned him some sideways glances, a lot of the men looking at him with some kind of mischievous gleam in their eyes. Caleb had just assumed that they were all jealous though.

The cocky stud couldn’t help it if he was young and fit while all of his coworkers looked like old, hairy men.

With his still hard cock bobbing in front of him, Caleb sauntered into his bathroom to get ready for work. When he flicked on the lights, the stud was taken aback at his reflection. Sure he was used to having to shave away a little stubble off his face every morning, but nothing like what he was confronted with.

Caleb looked at a face that had much thicker, darker stubble. This hairy growth could’ve passed for the beginnings of a beard almost. “What the hell?” Caleb muttered aloud as he ran a shaky hand over his fuzzy jaw, marveling at how he could’ve grown such thick hair seemingly overnight. His eyes traveled south and he winced at the wisps of hair that was visible in the cleft between his proportional, toned pecs. The vain young man kept his chest shaved to allow for his muscled contour to noticeably pop, so the new hairs on them made him grimace.

The jock couldn’t resist running his fingers over the new hairs on his muscled chest, his cock twitching as he did so for some unknown reason.

Ignoring his throbbing cock for the moment, Caleb grabbed an electric razor out of the drawer and went to work trying to get rid of his new beard. He trimmed it down with his clippers and then applied some shaving cream to the prickly stubble, shaving it away in an attempt to regain his smooth appearance. He then ran the razor over his pecs, getting rid of the unwanted chest hair. Once he was smooth again, Caleb jumped inside of the shower and rinsed himself off.

As he showered, Caleb took care of his cock two more times; but again, after each time he came, his cock would quickly shoot right back up. It throbbed with intense want as it bobbed in front of the addled man, making him an odd combination of confused and horny. “What the hell’s goin’ on?” he asked himself. His confusion only grew after Caleb dried off and started to get dressed.

As he yanked open his top dresser drawer to grab some boxers, it’d taken him a moment to realize that he’d accidentally snatched one of his jockstraps. He’d had the tight fabric past his knees when he’d registered the error, but for some reason, the thought of wearing such large, bulky boxers made the hunk frown.

“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath as he adjusted his hard cock, trying to keep it concealed within the white pouch of the jockstrap. He pulled on his slacks, wincing at the sensation of the fabric running over his bare ass cheeks. However, the stud cocked his eyebrow as he buttoned them, having a little difficulty getting them fastened at first. He gritted his teeth as he buttoned up his pants, the waistline feeling uncomfortably tight around his midsection, like the pants had shrunk in the wash or something. His button-down shirt wasn’t much better. The dark blue shirt felt strangely constricting, especially around the waist and up near the shoulders. As Caleb buttoned it up, his frown deepened even more when he couldn’t get the top three buttons done. He struggled to get the third from the top closed, but as he tried, his pecs squished closer together, forming a deep cleavage.

Once he was all dressed, Caleb examined himself in his mirror. His tight pants looked like they were painted on, his ass that was lifted by the jockstrap in clear view. The pants were so tight that the straps of the jock were easily visible, and Caleb blushed as he knew that his coworkers would be able to tell what he was wearing in an instant. His shirt looked about a size too small, and it strained over his bulk. He could see two little nubs in the fabric from where his nipples poked against it, a pinkish hue forming on his face at the thought.

“I need to step up my cardio,” Caleb resolved as he grimaced at how ill-fitting his clothes looked. “Don’t wanna get too big.” His cock throbbed in the tight confines of the jockstrap, and Caleb scratched an itch that had formed on his chest as he left his house to head to Daddy Corp.

Once he was at the office, Caleb was quickly disappointed to find that things only got worse from there.

Work proved be difficult as Caleb felt increasingly uncomfortable in his own body. The entire time he sat at his desk in his cubicle, he kept squirming around in his seat. Even as time passed, Caleb’s pants and shirt felt incredibly snug on his muscled body. In order to relieve some of the tension, Caleb unbuttoned his pants, resisting the urge to sigh loudly with relief. He kept his lower half hidden under his desk, which was good since his aching cock was still throbbing and demanding attention within the small confines of his jockstrap. It twitched here and there, leaking precum as the frazzled young man scratched at his itchy chest or wiggled around in his tight clothes.

Every so often, the hunk’s face would turn beet red when he’d realize that instead of typing away at his reports, one of his beefy hands was massaging the large bulge in front of his straining slacks. No matter how many times he would snap to and force himself to stare at his computer screen, it wasn’t long until he was at it again, his jaw hanging slack as he’d feel himself up. Caleb’s mind was on fire with lust, and his still hard cock made it rough for him to concentrate on his job or the fact that his shirt felt like it’d burst at any moment.

“In the middle of something?” his boss, Winston, asked as he lumbered up and rested against the cubicle wall.

Caleb jerked back, snapping his hand away from his aching crotch as he looked over at the older man.

Winston was a total bear of a man, looking like he’d been an athlete back in the day. However, he’d allowed his muscles to be overtaken by a thick layer of fat created by nights of beer and fatty foods, creating a large belly that jiggled and bounced with every step the man took. In fact, his big gut strained against his shirt, his buttons looking like they’d burst if he’d take a deep breath. He was by far the largest man in the office, easily outweighing every other man by tens of pounds of muscle/fat.

That last thought made Caleb’s heart race for some reason, and his cock throbbed even more in his tight jeans. His face red hot, Caleb loudly gulped and bit back the moan that threatened to make its way up his throat as he stared at the way his boss’s graying chest hair curled over his shirt collar.

Poor Caleb forced the thirsty thoughts out of his mind, wondering why on earth he was focusing intensely on the older man’s beefy form. Never before had the stud experienced a gay thought in his life, but for some unknown reason, the more he stared at Winston, the more turned on he felt which only served to increase his worry.

“N-no, Sir,” Caleb stuttered, squirming around in his chair all the more as the older man stared down at him.

Winston ran his eyes up and down Caleb’s shaking form, a mischievous smirk forming on his graying, bearded face. “Alright,” he happily hummed. “I gotta admit, Caleb, I’m liking the new look.”

“New look…?” Caleb trailed off in wonder as he tried to figure out what his boss was talking about. He rubbed his cheek in confusion, flinching as soon as he felt the scratchy facial hair against his hand.

Gasping loudly, Caleb glanced into the opaque reflection of his monitor, seeing a faint view of the beard that was growing on his previously smooth face.

“What the hell?” he muttered underneath his breath as his hands kept rubbing his scratchy jaw, struggling to piece together how he’d grown a beard in a just a few hours.

Winston just chuckled as he crossed his muscled arms over this beefy chest, having to rest them virtually on the crest of his big belly. “It looks good,” he tried to reassure the panicking young man. “I started to grow mine out when I started to get some grays, too. Drives the guys crazy.”

“Grays…?” Caleb trailed off before his breath got caught in his throat.

With a smirk on his older face, Winston reached up and stroked at his beard, showing off its salt-and-pepper quality. “See?” he teased. “Every daddy needs a beard.”

Caleb felt his body tense up, his eyes widening when he felt an unfamiliar jiggling sensation near his abdomen at the action. However, he didn’t have time to ponder it before his cock shot another load into his jockstrap. The normally silent man couldn’t help but bellow out a low moan as he came again, his face feeling like it was on fire as his burly boss watched. His jockstrap felt soaked now, and there was wet mark starting to form on the front of his pants.

Pop!

As he struggled to catch his breath, a button flew off Caleb’s shirt, clattering onto his desk. The bewildered hunk looked down at his chest, his eyes nearly popping out his skull as he saw the large swatch of his chest on display. Not only that, but he saw a lot of dark chest hair curling all over his pec cleavage… a cleavage which looked much deeper than it should’ve.

Caleb shoved himself away from his desk in a panic. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but based off of the tightening of this clothes and the unknown hair growth, the terrified hunk knew that something horrible was up.

He pushed his way past his boss and booked it for the bathroom, wincing as he felt how different his movement was. It felt as if Caleb’s thighs rubbed together in a way they never had, almost turning his gait into a hurried waddle. Worse was the way his entire body seemed to vibrate and jiggle with every lumbering step the jock took.

RRRIIIIPPP!

Poor Caleb felt the seat of his pants give way, allowing for a rush of relief against the tightening that he hadn’t initially registered. The cool air of the office blew over his exposed cheeks. But as Caleb frantically yanked his arms behind himself to protect his modesty, another loud tearing rang out as his shirt tore apart sending tattered fabric falling at the humiliated stud’s feet.

He bolted forward, slamming himself into the bathroom as all he was clad in was his damp jockstrap. The hardening bulge concealed in the pouch bounced against his big thighs over and over as he moved, and he couldn’t help but grunt and moan every so often.

“Fuck!” Caleb cried out when he was finally in the bathroom and confronted his altered reflection in the mirror.

The first thing Caleb noticed was the hair. It was everywhere. The stud’s previously smooth body was covered in body hair, making it look like he’d been growing it for years. His beard was thick and dominated the lower half of his face, completely shrouding his chiseled jaw and cheekbones. The black hair traveled down his thick neck and across his broad shoulders, splitting down his back and his chest. His chest was completely covered in hair— his pecs and stomach were completely covered. Even his arms and legs were dominated by his new body hair, and Caleb ran his frantic hands all over his now hairy body, pulling at in disbelief, only to find that it was in fact very real. In his bewilderment, Caleb was near unable to stop running his hands over his hairy chest.

“Uuughhh!” Caleb practically squealed as he ran his hands over his hard nipples, which felt as if a bolt of sexual electricity rippled throughout him, causing him to cum on the spot. His large cock sputtered out globs of cum that splattered inside his jockstrap.

His hairy pecs heaving, Caleb struggled to piece together what was happening. Not only had he somehow grown copious amounts of chest hair, but his nipples were also weirdly sensitive. Sure, he hadn’t minded whenever a woman would give them some attention in the past, but he’d never came on command just from feeling them up. As if to test this revelation, Caleb hesitantly reached up and thumbed one of his nips, his knees buckling and his cock instantly shooting its hundredth load that day. But that wasn’t it.

“A-are they… bigger?” he wondered aloud as he glanced down at his still hard nipples which protruded off his chest more than they should’ve and that had appeared to thicken up, making them look like large nubs that poked out of his chest hair.

As he examined his enlarged nips, Caleb soon discovered that they weren’t the only things about him that were now bigger. His jaw dropped as he saw a much more pronounced curvature from his large biceps, looking huge but not as cut. In fact, they appeared to be a bit more bulky. The same was with his pecs, which seemed more puffy and less defined. They still had their muscular quality, but it came off more as if Caleb was deep into bulking season. His thighs were pressed tightly together, and as he turned around to peek at his now hairy ass, Caleb winced when he saw how much larger the cheeks now were. They bubbled out the back of the jockstrap, looking huge and cumbersome as they bounced and jiggled with each slight movement.

“Where the fuck are my abs?!” Caleb cried out in horror as he looked at his hairy stomach. His defined abdominal muscles were no longer popping against his skin. Instead, his abdomen appeared smooth (albeit covered by copious amounts of body hair) and void of any muscular contours. Caleb whimpered as he reached down and gave his hairy stomach a tentative poke, groaning with a mixture of terror and confused lust as he felt his finger sink deeper into his belly than it should’ve, illustrating that some fat growth had occurred.

“You don’t need abs,” Winston chuckled as he entered the bathroom, flanked by two other bearish men.

The other men looked like mere copies of the burly boss, although a little smaller in size. They each had large, rotund guts and trimmed beards. They seemed to be middle aged, their hair decorated with scattered grays. Each man eyed Caleb, wide smiles on their faces as they looked over the blushing, hairy man.

More concerning to Caleb was that the more the men stared at his altered form, the more his still hard cock throbbed within the confines of his jockstrap.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Caleb stuttered, unable to stop running his exploring hands over his hairy body, taking extra care to avoid his uber sensitive nipples.

“Every daddy should have a big, hairy belly,” Winston stated matter-of-factly.

That last phrase snapped Caleb out of his trepidation for a brief moment. “What did you say?” he gasped, his gaze switching between the smirking older man and his altered, hairy reflection. His abs were gone and his chest was incredibly hairy; despite the evidence before him, Caleb struggled to accept it.

Winston snickered a little. “I said that every daddy needs a big, hairy belly,” he repeated. “Look, you’re well on your way to bein’ done.” He nodded towards the confused man.

Caleb followed his eyes and he paled when he glanced down at his own stomach, seeing something horrifying: It looked as if his belly shuddered before pulling out from his abdomen a little, getting larger and rounder by a small fraction.

“What the fuck?!” Caleb yelled as he grabbed at the flesh that had expanded before him. He was able to actually grab fistfuls of fat, giving his growing gut a furious shake before turning to glare at his boss. “What the fuck are you doing to me?!”

Winston lumbered forward and placed a sympathetic hand on Caleb’s broad shoulder, sending a shiver through the growing man. “I can tell that this is a big adjustment,” he hummed, running an admiring hand down and over Caleb’s inflated pec, “but I promise that everything will make sense in a bit. Don’t worry: You’ll love being a big daddy.”

Caleb bristled at the older man’s words. “Why do you keep calling me that?” the young jock retorted, unsure why Winston kept calling him a ‘Daddy’ and why he liked it so much. Out of his peripheral, he caught sight of something else that made his new gut fall and his cock twitch simultaneously.

Wordlessly, Caleb stared in abject shock as he studied the change in color of his jet black hair. Flecks of gray were starting to appear throughout it, being centered more along his sideburns that connected to his new beard. His facial hair contained more grays, looking completely salt-and-pepper. As he got closer to the mirror to look at himself, Caleb shook slightly when he saw that his skin looked a little more weathered and some new wrinkles had sprouted near his eyes.

“A-am I older?” he choked, the twenty-three year old having immense trouble wrapping his mind around what he was apparently turning into. He looked like he’d long passed thirty and was approaching his forties, the top of his hair starting to look slightly thinner now. He held his hands up in front of his face, seeing how rough they looked along with the presence of new callouses indicating a long life of labor.

The other two men waddled forward, their shirts straining over their beefy linebacker-esque bulk. They flanked the altered young man, each one of them snatching a strong hold of his jockstrap and tugging it down to the ground.

Out of its confines, Caleb’s hard cock sprang out in front of him, bobbing in the air. The former jock frowned when he looked down and had some of his view blocked by his budding gut.

“C’mon,” Winston said in a soothing tone as he grabbed Caleb by the hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “Let’s get you to the compound and we can explain everything to you.”

The older man grasping his smaller hand created a foggy sensation in Caleb’s brain. The changing man wanted to argue, wanted to demand that whatever was happening to him be stopped and that he be reverted back to his normal, toned and younger body. However, the fog in his head made it difficult to concentrate, and the stud was left to follow silently behind his bear of a boss as he led him out of the bathroom and down the office floor. Watching the way Winston’s large, bulky body lumbered forwards, and the way his plump ass pressed tantalizingly against his pants made Caleb’s rock hard cock throb all the more and leak precum. The hunk’s heart raced as his surging lust confirmed that his body wasn’t the only thing about him changing, but his desires were too. The other two men followed beside them, and Caleb finally noticed that they had large nubby nipples poking against their shirts, his new nipples rivaling theirs. His panic was nearly overtaken by his newfound feelings, his own perky nipples starting to burn with want the more he stared.

The changing, naked man was so caught up in admiring the other men with him, that it took him a while to register that he’d been led to a car, placed in the back middle seat between the two nameless coworkers while Winston drove up front.

One of the burly men fastened Caleb’s seatbelt, and he squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation of the seatbelt slipping between the deeper crevice formed by his hairy pecs. As the vehicle zoomed down the road, Caleb noticed the extra jiggling feeling caused by the vibrations of the engine.

“He’s gonna make one hot daddy,” the bear to his left commented, running an admiring hand over his larger gut.

“Yeah,” the other one chimed in, “his belly’s that big already and he’s still not done. He’s gonna be one of the biggest, hairiest daddies in our ranks.”

Caleb felt his throat dry up from shock, but he was rendered silent from the other man’s fingers running through the forest on his pecs, proving to illicit such pleasurable responses. He struggled to piece together the information thrusted onto his lap. A part of him was slightly relieved to discover that getting bigger wasn’t just limited to fat growth in his gut. Based on the way his heavier arms rested more on his lats and the fact that his pecs appeared more rounded, he could tell that his muscles were swelling up a bit too.

However, his gut was one-hundred percent the epicenter of his growth.

The further down the roads the car traveled, the larger Caleb’s gut got. It was a little pudgy when he’d first gotten in the vehicle, but when Winston had pulled up to an unknown estate, it was much larger. It rested on his lap, nearly blocking his view of his cock. His larger, inflated, hairy pecs rested on top of his gut, making him look totally ballooned-up.

“Here we are!” Winston announced as he shut off the car. The other men got out and assisted Caleb onto his unsteady feet.

Once he was standing, Caleb sensed just how much he’d changed. His thighs rolled over one another as he waddled behind the other men into the large, looming building that looked like a cryptic mansion. His arms clashed with lats and pecs, impeding his movements. But most of all, he blushed furiously as his protruding gut bounced and jiggled in front of him. He gave it a nervous poke, feeling the solidity beneath a thick layer of fat, making it feel more like an overblown roidgut. Worse was that as he poked it, he had to bite back a moan from the surge of pleasure that rippled through him.

The whole time he moved, his hard cock wagged in front of him, aching for release, especially when Winston and the other men started to strip naked. Each of them began with unbuttoning their pants, releasing a collective sigh of relief as their restricting waistbands were no longer strapped around their own daddy bellies. The three of them practically tore their shirts away from their bloated dad bods, showing off a clear view of their own large, hairy guts. Winston’s was by far the largest. In fact, he seemed to be the largest all around— bigger gut, plumper pecs, thicker nipples, and a much longer cock that also bobbed in front of him whenever he lumbered.

“Hey!” one of the naked men frowned when he leaned over and pressed his hairy gut against Caleb’s, making them squish together. “His is bigger than mine!”

Before Caleb could confirm the dimensions of his new gut, Winston bellowed out a deep laugh and led the group through the house and down a long, dark hallway. Caleb could hear muffled whispers coming from down the hall, emanating from behind the door at the very end. His heart raced in his inflated chest, and it felt close to bursting the second Winston opened up the door.

Faint candlelight barely illuminated the inside of the large room, which was about the size of a gymnasium. However, instead of bleachers, the room was full of large, older, naked musclebears. Each of them had a humongous musclegut that ballooned out in front of them, shielding their own views of their hard cocks. Caleb’s own gut dropped when he gradually recognized every face of the burly daddies in the room— his coworkers. Each and every single beefy man in the room he’d seen lumbering around the office, gawking at his previously proportional body.

The confused hunk felt himself guided into the center of the room where there was a small clearing. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as he examined the white patterns scrawled all over the hardwood floor in some kind of powdered substance, a candid photo of himself in the very center.

Winston snatched one of his hands and thrusted it high up into the air. “Daddies!” Winston announced in his baritone. “Our new daddy is here! Let the initiation begin!”

“New daddy?” Caleb hissed as he yanked his arm out of Winston’s hold. “I’m not like one you bloated freaks!” He stomped his foot angrily, feeling the weight of his situation crashing down on him all at once.

“Oh, but you are,” Winston sinisterly smirked as the group of daddies parted, one of them pushing a floor length mirror forwards. It was positioned in the circle, facing the altered Caleb dead on.

Caleb gasped loudly as he was confronted with the image of his new body. He was huge, embarrassingly huge, and very hairy. He appeared to be at least twice as wide as he had started out as, his broad shoulders looking even broader than they had before. His cumbersome pecs had plumped up to the size of melons, capped off with erect, nubby nipples that were reminiscent of his thumbs. His arms had packed on some serious size too, his biceps nearing the size of bowling balls, looking thick and akimbo as they clashed with his lats. His thighs had significantly widened, thrusting his thickened cock out front and center. His cock didn’t look any longer, but it now seemed to be as wide as a beer can, throbbing with want as Caleb explored his new body. He blushed as his felt his thighs rub together as he did a three-sixty to view his new body completely. His previously toned butt had inflated to at least three times its usual size, sticking out from his hairy back like a shelf.

But what Caleb noticed the most was his enormous musclegut. The former fitness stud paled at the sight of what looked like a hairy medicine ball attached to his torso. His belly was exaggeratedly round, and it bounced and jiggled with every movement he made. His massive pecs rested on top of it, and deep down Caleb knew that there would be no concealing his inflated form underneath any of his old clothes. Shoot, he’d consider himself lucky to find any size that would fit over this lumbering frame. The comments from the other man regarding how his gut had been made larger echoed out in his head, and Caleb took a quick scan of the room, frowning when he saw that he did indeed look like he was one of the largest musclebears in the room.

And his entire body was covered in thick, black body hair. His arms, legs, bubblebutt, and chest were coated. His beard had filled out slightly, not looking bushy, but giving him more of a burly lumberjack appearance. The hair atop his head, however, thinned out a bit and Caleb’s blush returned as he ran his hand through it, wincing at the smooth bald patch in the back.

He looked older too. His hair had taken on a salt-and-pepper quality, giving him a much more mature look. His skin appeared weathered and there were the beginning signs of wrinkles starting to form on his previously smooth face. The former twenty-three year old guessed that he must’ve packed on at least one-hundred pounds of muscle and fat, and he would’ve had to have aged to at least his late forties/early fifties.

The worse part was that a growing part of Caleb loved his new daddy look. This new part attempted to stomp down the cocky jock who longed for his abs, struggling to deny the horniness he felt as he saw just how drastic the curvature of his belly was.

His cock leaked precum near constantly, and he couldn’t stop running his hands across his solid gut. The sensation of rubbing his belly and feeling the forest of chest hair made his heart race, made all the better by the other burly men who watched him. His mind wrestled with what had happened to him, the former straight jock with the six pack trying to come to turns that he’d been somehow turned into a perpetually horny, gay beefy daddy with a big belly.

He looked up at Winston, who only continued to smirk down at him, his much larger cock twitching with anticipation.

A million questions raced through his head, but all Caleb could muster was, “Why?”

Winston snickered and lumbered closer, reaching down to wrap his thick fingers around Caleb’s hard cock. His rough, beefy hands handled it with expertise, causing the new daddy to moan loudly and have his knees go weak as his leader jerked his aching cock.

“We have a little philosophy,” Winston explained to the moaning ex-jock, “and it’s that every daddy needs to have large muscles, sexy body hair, and…” he let go and pressed his front against Caleb’s back, rutting his hard cock between his inflated cheeks as he grabbed onto Caleb’s new gut with both paws, “…a big, hairy belly.”

At the sensation of his leader running his rough hands over his protruding gut (which Caleb was finding was just as sensitive as his erect nipples), Caleb’s legs buckled beneath him. He fell onto all fours and allowed his new body to take over, feeling himself arch his back as best as he could and shove his inflated ass towards Winston.

Winston could only smirk knowingly back as he got down onto his knees and positioned himself behind Caleb, his cock resting teasingly at his tight hole. “So that’s why,” he further explained, “we decided to hire you at our business and turn your boring young body into the body of a hot, sexy daddy.”

He shoved himself inside and Caleb moaned loudly as he felt himself buck like crazy, driving Winston’s cock deeper inside. He’d obviously never had a cock inside of him before, but a growing part of him was quickly shoving the straight and proportional Caleb into a box, allowing the new beefy daddy to assume control. Despite himself, Caleb knew that he didn’t want to be some bear who looked like he’d been an athlete in his prime, but had since given up on diet and exercise. He longed for his abs and his old life, but the way his gut and bubblebutt rippled in tandem as he was fucked squashed any residual resistance that he held.

Winston reached up and roughly tugged on Caleb’s erect nipples, turning Caleb’s moans into squeals of delight as he was heatedly fucked in front of the group of daddies. “Fuck me, Daddy!” he kept hearing himself bellow out in his voice, which started to sound deeper than it should’ve.

Winston thrusted forward one last time, his huge body tensing up as he blew his load.

Caleb, having already came several times, basked in the sensation of being filled by his daddy. As soon as Winston pulled out, Caleb rolled over onto his back and panted as he tried to catch his breath. The heavy weight from his belly was completely foreign and would take some getting used to, but the wide beard-framed smile on Caleb’s older face let the other daddies know that he was down for the ride.

“Caleb! Caleb!” the group began to chant, but soon their words morphed. “Daddy! Daddy!”

At their words, Caleb felt his cock rocket back to attention and out of instinct, he reach down to grab at it, having a little difficulty with his biceps pushing against his pecs and gut.

“Hold on there, Daddy,” Winston chuckled. “There’s thirty other daddies to go. You need to pace yourself.”

Caleb was confused at first, but soon it clicked when he saw that the all of the other men were just as hard as he was, each one of them hungrily eying his inflated form.

The old Caleb screamed as he was sealed away inside of the mental box, Daddy Caleb taking dominance as he quickly hopped up onto all fours and wagged his rotund booty at the rest of the musclebears. “Who’s next?” he eagerly asked, loving how his gut jiggled as the next man shoved inside of his hungry hole.

“Good morning, Daddy Caleb,” Daddy Jason greeted him as he entered the office.

“Morning to you, too!” Daddy Caleb cheerfully greeted the large man, giving him a playful slap on his bubblebutt, a big smile on his face.

Daddy Caleb was always in a sunshiny mood whenever he went to work. The large 52 year old, 302-pound beast had his head held up high as he waddled towards his cubicle, his humongous thighs rolling other each other with every step he took. His massive gut jiggled in front of him, straining the buttons of his XXXL shirt that looked like was painted on, especially due to the way his nubby nipples poked consciously against it. The top four buttons were undone (he couldn’t fasten them over his hairy muscletits), displaying the deep crevice caused by his enormous pecs. When he sat down at his desk and began to type away at his computer, he always had to take extra caution whenever he moved. If he moved his arms too quickly, then his massive biceps would tear his sleeves to shreds, or they’d jostle one of his hard nipples, causing him to cum nonstop. The daddy stud was already hard, causing a wet mark to form on the front of his tight pants, but he’d figured he’d ask one of his fellow daddies to help him out in the bathroom later.

That’s what he loved about working at Daddy Corp: all of the daddies took great care of one another.

Sometimes, Daddy Caleb would hear a small, panicked voice in the back of his head, telling him that this wasn’t how he was supposed to look. He wasn’t supposed to be some old, muscled up gay man with a big gut. He would sometimes see images of a younger version of himself with abs and smooth muscles, but then the daddy would scoff at the mere thought. Who’d want to be some smooth jock when they could be a beefy daddy?

Daddy Winston, the boss, lumbered back and gave Daddy Caleb a playful wink. “How’re you adjusting, Daddy?” he asked.

Daddy Caleb felt his smile grow even larger as his heart raced underneath the stare of Daddy Winston. His boss had the biggest belly and muscles of any of the daddies at work, and it made him look incredibly sexy. Daddy Caleb couldn’t help but gush whenever he was given his attention, making him blush as his cock throbbed with desperate want.

“I love working here!” Daddy Caleb exclaimed, cut off when one of the buttons straining over this gut popped off, exposing some of his hairy belly. He just shrugged it off. “Whatever, a daddy needs a big belly, right?”

“Exactly,” Daddy Winston happily agreed. “And I’m hoping that you can help me explain that to our new hire.”

The boss gestured towards the copy machine where a large bodybuilder of a man stood. The stud had muscles for days and Daddy Caleb felt his cock twitch as he admired the man’s broad back; however, the second the bodybuilder turned around and revealed that he had a flat stomach (probably with defined abs), Daddy Caleb went soft.

“Come to the compound tonight,” Daddy Winston said. “We’ll start the ritual for his transformation.”

Daddy Caleb nodded in agreement, looking forward to tonight. A night spent with all of his daddy coworkers where they’d heatedly fuck and feel up one another’s hairy, muscled bodies— just the mere thought of it had Daddy Caleb shoot a load into his pants.

He was a big, hairy daddy. And he loved every single moment of it.

Tom Holland plays darts

“100 points, I’d say that’s a pretty good score!” Tom walked up to the dart board and grabbed out his three darts before turning and smirking at the handsome man accompanying him. The man was tall and muscular, with a short beard running along his jawline and a look of amusement in his eyes, Balthazar. Though Tom usually just called him Bal these days.

           “I’d say you’re right, but it still didn’t beat my score of 140 cutie!” Bal gave Tom a wink, his smile broadening. “Remember the deal we made before we started this round?”

           “Yeah, whomever lost would pay a pound per point they lost by, seemed a bit weird to be honest. I didn’t think you cared about money but I’m good for the 40, you know that! Now get to tossing your next round, we’ll figure out how much you’ll owe me at the end of the night!” Tom smirked at Bal, putting his darts on the table and then grabbing his pint and taking a sip.

           “Pay a pound, I see you weren’t listening properly, I said the loser would gain a pound per point they lost by, and no I wasn’t talking about money.” Bal smirked at Tom who had a look of confusion while swallowing down the mouthful of beer.

           “Gain a pound…what do you mean…?” Tom’s question was interrupted as a feeling of warmth washed over his skin. Then the feeling of his shirt suddenly pulling tight against his front. Looking down his eyes opened wide in shock at seeing a swelling bump where his abs should’ve been.

           The bump swelled and grew, pushing against his shirt and giving him a visible beer belly. The growth didn’t stop there though, his chest soon started to swell and fill out his shirt as well, giving him the appearance of firm moobs. Then the feeling spread down his arms, tightening his sleeves around his now thicker arms but this part of growth was hidden by his jacket. The next part of Tom’s growth wasn’t as hidden though as his thighs rapidly swelled, filling out his pants and making them strain around his now thicker thighs.

           Just as quickly as it began though Tom’s growth was done and his hands went to his new belly, rubbing and touching it in shock. “Bal…we’re in public you knit, someone is going to notice this!” Tom looked back up at Bal who was busy drooling at the sight before him, licking his lips.

           “No, they won’t big guy!” Bal chuckled before reaching forward and rubbing Tom’s new belly, feeling the heft and size of it and feeling his excitement grow. “You forgot about the illusion spell I use to keep your true self hidden from public view. Well, I’ve extended it to keep your new size hidden from everyone else but me! Right now, we just look like we’re talking and enjoying our time together. This…” Bal rubs Tom’s belly, seeing him shudder. “…is our little secret.”

           “Pounds…oh you fucking trickster, how did I fall for it!” Tom scowls at Bal “You meant literal pounds not money, you used fucking linguistics against me, you fucking asshole!” Tom smacks Bal’s hand off his belly, taking a step back and feeling the heft of his belly and the rest of his body now too. Bal had literally made him gain 40 pounds and it was so weird but at the same time oddly exciting.

           “Not my fault you assumed I was talking about money; I mean you even said yourself how surprised you were that I was betting money. Should’ve listened to your gut. Though that might be easier now with how big it is!” Bal gave Tom’s belly several pokes, smiling broadly. Tom rolled his eyes and slapped Bal’s hand away.

           “Oh, bugger off!” Tom glares at Bal but it soon turns into a smile as he grabs three darts off the table and pushes them towards Bal. “Now why don’t you play your next round; I want to beat you and see you gain some pounds! Can’t be the only one outgrowing his outfit tonight and I’m feeling lucky and inspired!”

           “Well, I guess the game is on then, may the smallest guy win!” Bal gives Tom a smirk before grabbing the darts from him and getting into position in front of the dartboard. Wondering if he’ll get to see Tom’s new belly, and then some at the end of this round, OR if maybe…just maybe Tom will win, making him gain the pounds this time.

           Bal smirked broadly to himself, feeling his excitement grow as he threw his next dart. Tonight was going to be a fun night that neither of them would ever forget!!

Hope you all enjoy this short story inspired by the work of @chubbycelebs85​

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Alpha Derek Hale had his trademark scowl on his face as he shoved his way through the packed bar. It was Saint Patrick's Day, otherwise known as a day for Americans to get blitzed off their asses. His irritation with drunk people and his general distaste for society led to Derek staying home for most of the night, only leaving his house to pick up his boyfriend, Stiles.

He spotted his boyfriend near the back of the cramped bar, a litter of empty bottles near him and his friends. Derek huffed but stalked forward, only stopping when he felt a light hand on his shoulder.

"You're not wearing green!" some random dude decked out in a glittery green suit shouted over the thumping music and talking crowd. "It's St. Patrick's Day!"

Derek fought his instinct to growl at the random weirdo, but instead just settled on glaring. "I don't celebrate it," he curtly said, shoving his way past the decorated man.

"I guess you just need to get more into the spirit!" the man called out behind him, even snapping his fingers.

Derek barely had time to roll his eyes again before he felt his center of gravity shift rapidly beneath him. He wobbled on his legs and had to reach out and hold onto one of the tables in order to steady himself. The mysterious wave of dizziness fled as soon as it had appeared, leaving Derek leaning up against a table, wondering what had just happened.

"That was weird..." he muttered to himself before trailing off, his voice having an odd squeak to it. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What the hell was that-- what's wrong with my voice?" He sounded like he'd been sucking on helium, his usual growl sounding high and comical.

However, the squeaky werewolf was quickly alerted to something else. He held his arms out in front of himself, his eyes widening at the green hue his signature black leather had adopted.

Gasping loudly, Derek saw his altered reflection in one of the mirrored walls of the bar. He ran a disbelieving hand through his now red hair. However, he was soon much more concerned with the way his ears looked pointed, looking similar to the cosplay elf ears that Stiles would wear during D&D.

"You've got to be shitting me!" Derek huffed when he looked forward and saw that he was staring directly into someone's waist. He looked around the bar, miffed that he must've shrunken down to about three feet tall, looking totally ridiculous dressed in his green clothes, with his pointy ears, and red hair.

"Derek?" Stiles's slurred voice rang out.

Derek blushed at having his boyfriend see him like this.

"Y-you look like a leprechaun!" Stiles gasped.

Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed his boyfriend's hand, leading him towards the door. "Let's just get out of here," he growled in his squeaky voice. He struggled to get used to walking on his shorter legs, and also he felt weird having Stiles tower over him when it was supposed to be the other way around.

When they got to his Camaro, Derek literally hopped into the driver's seat and sighed with irritation as he rested his forehead on the steering wheel. He looked and sounded ridiculous and he had no idea how to fix any of this.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, placing a sympathetic hand on his smaller shoulder.

"I can't reach the pedals," the leprechaun Derek growled, kicking his tiny feet wildly.