31 Days Of Derek Hale

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 05: Cursed Tape

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“Der!” Stiles voice rang out, dripping with jubilation. “Come see what I just scored!”

Derek grunted as he got out of his chair, feeling tired from his long day at the auto shop. Still, he shuffled down the hall, clad in only his white tank top and sweatpants, freezing when he saw Stiles beaming ear to ear and holding a large cardboard box.

Before he could even ask, Stiles rushed out, “I got a mystery box at the thrift store! Can you believe it?! How cool is that?”

“Mystery box?” Derek grunted, crossing his arms in front of himself as he cocked his eyebrow. “And how much did that cost?”

Stiles shrugged as he carried the box to the living room. “…um, about eighty dollars, give or take…”

Derek’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched.

Stiles obliviously set the large box down onto the floor before eagerly tearing into it, his large eyes alight with wonder over the “treasures” he’d scored for one-hundred thirty dollars. The big box was stuffed full of various items: scraps of fabric, old porcelain figurines, and some VHS tapes.

“We don’t even own a VCR,” Derek grunted, unamused. 

Among the pile that his husband was creating, Derek spotted an odd looking VHS tape. There was a gaudy neon background that looked like it was ripped straight of the 80s, with little captions indicating that it was a workout video of some kind. However, the weird part was that there was a blank outline of a person on the front instead of some obscure fitness guru. The title of the odd tape read out: Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring _____!

“What the hell?” Derek scoffed as he picked up the tape to examine it some more— the second his fingers grazed the cover of the tape, Derek felt what seemed like a jolt of electricity ripple throughout him.

The werewolf jerked back, confused over what had just happened, yet he quickly realized that he was still holding onto the tape. Derek tried to relax his grip to let go of it, but his hand refused to listen, instead clutching onto the tape with all of its strength.

“Stupid tape…” he grumbled to himself, stopping once he saw something else start to happen.

Steadily, his white tank top began to change hue, turning from bleached white to a neon blue. As the straps thinned out, the collar dropped down low to his midsection, exposing his pecs to look more like a stringer. 

The changes didn’t stop there.

Stunned silent, Derek’s jaw dropped as he witnessed his toned pectorals shudder before pushing out as they gradually inflated. The previously proportional mounds plumped up and rounded, becoming an impressive set of muscletits that jutted off Derek’s chest noticeably. His altered tank did nothing at all to try to conceal them, the enlarged nipples poking out of the sides and demanding attention. His arms packed on more muscle, becoming large and bulging, especially his biceps which rivaled melons. Derek looked down, yet his massive pecs blocked his view of his sweatpants as they tightened against his legs, suctioning to his form to become a skintight pair of spandex that showed off every ridge of his carefully crafted musculature— that was prompt ruined as his legs grew in size, becoming larger. His butt ballooned out as it beefed up and pushed itself outwards. Derek’s eyes widened as he felt a sensation like he was getting harder. When he reached down and patted at his bulge, he almost gasped at the girth package that filled his hands. His cock and balls had inflated to the point where it looked like the larger stud was smuggling a softball in the front of his spandex pants.

When he was done changing, Derek had to have packed on at least fifty pounds of muscle, making him look like some over-the-top workout guru who belonged on the front of those cheesy exercise tapes.

Derek’s face stretched out to form a large grin, despite the panic that he was feeling. The living room shifted and Derek felt as if he were falling, the walls of the room stretching upwards. Derek’s sight rapidly shifted upwards, forcing him to stare straight up at the ceiling. He tried to look away or call out to Stiles for help, but he couldn’t move. All the shocked werewolf could do was smile and show off his hairy muscletits on the cover of Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring Derek Hale!

Blissfully unaware of his husband’s transformation, Stiles finally finished rummaging through the mystery box. “See?” he smiled, standing upright. “There’s tons of cool stuff in here… Derek?”

Stiles looked around for Derek, pausing when his eyes landed on an obscure VHS tape that was on the floor. He walked over and picked it up, his eyebrows rising at the image of a muscled up Derek on the cover, smiling widely. His eyes looked panicked though.

“Derek!” Stiles gasped, clutching the tape close to him. “Don’t worry! I’ll figure something out!” He sprinted out of the house and to his Jeep…

About an hour later, Stiles returned home and set up the VCR in the living room. Once it was connected, he popped the cursed VHS in and pressed Play.

Synthpop blasted over the speakers, and bright neon colors flashed on the screen before a shocked Derek appeared on screen. He was still in his muscled up body, appearing to jog in place.

“Stiles?!” Derek called out on the TV, able to see his husband on the other side. He tried to stop himself from jogging, blushing at how the motion made his inflated pecs bounce up and down. “What the hell happened— Time to get that heart rate up!” His eyes widened at his last statement, having said it was such pep that he sounded like a cheerleader.

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation.

“How am I supposed to know?” he cried. “How the hell did you get into the TV?”

Derek rolled his eyes as he stopped and started to do lunges. “It’s that damn mystery box of yours!” he accused. “I touched some weird tape and this happened!” He nodded down at his inflated form, wincing as he couldn’t stop working out.

He paused his lunges and started to bounce his pecs up and down.

“And one, and two…” He blushed, but he couldn’t stop the muscled mounds from lifting and slamming back down. Still, he was smiling widely and speaking with immense enthusiasm. “You gotta do lots of reps if you wanna get pecs as big as these!”

Derek couldn’t stop himself from working out and showing off his out of proportion body. The whole time he kept smiling, despite his eyes looking wide and disbelieving.

Stiles, unsure of what to do, figured that perhaps the best course of action was to let the video finish. Plus, he had to admit that Derek looked pretty hot with big, hairy pecs. “Um, maybe… maybe we should just let this play out?” he suggested.

Derek screamed on the inside, but could only place his hands on his hips. “Now that we’re all warmed up,” he beamed, “I’m gonna show y’all some glute blasters!”

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Request: Aaron bigoted over religious straight homophobic man harasses Brad for being gay. Which ends up being a big mistake. Brad turns Aaron into a proud gay musky slutty man and makes him his boyfriend. Aaron tries to fight the changes but loses the fight. Aaron remembers his old life, but he is reprogrammed to remembers his old life but he is reprogrammed to love the man he is now. A out and proud slutty gay man

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Brad was heading to his dorm room after a rough day of seemingly endless lectures. All the slender guy wanted was to lie down and numb his aching head with some random cat videos.

Before he could reach his dorm, he was hit with the sickly stench of beer as a red solo cup was tossed at him. Drenched in beer, Brad huffed as he looked up and saw none other than Aaron.

The big, beefy jock was a pain in Brad's ass. For whatever reason, the jerk had made it his mission to make Brad's life as hard as possible. He was always there to pester him or even "playfully" shove him too hard, always muttering some sort of slur under his breath.

Aaron mock-frowned at the wet Brad. "Sorry 'bout that, Ma'am," he almost sneered. "I thought you looked thirsty, but I didn't have some fruity cocktail. Hope that works."

Normally, Brad would've just tried his best to shrug off Aaron's homophobic shenanigans. However, this time, he was prepared.

The skinny man reached into his pocket and grabbed a fistful of the pink, shimmery powder that he'd purchased from a mysterious woman the other night. Then, like a scene out of a cartoon, Brad tossed the powder into Aaron's face, smiling widely as the larger man winced as his face was covered in pink.

"What the hell was that?" the muscled jock sputtered as he wiped at his face.

"You'll find out soon enough," Brad lowly chuckled as he prepared himself to watch was was going to happen.

"What does that mean-- UUUhhhh!" Aaron's voice cut off as all of his muscles seemed to tense up. It looked as if the big jock was flexing, but soon his eyes widened when he felt the cool air on his torso. Looking downward, Aaron was surprised to see that his shirt was gone, exposing his plump pecs and washboard stomach. "Wha--?"

His voice trailed off when he witnessed his pecs shudder before it looked as if they were beginning to inflate. The jock's jaw dropped when he saw his pecs steadily grow larger and rounder. It wasn't an exaggerated growth, especially when the rest of his body followed suit. His muscles grew in size, taking his body from jock to bodybuilder in mere seconds. He paled when he saw his abs gradually grow fainter until they disappeared, his stomach rounding out to form a firm musclegut. His pants felt painfully tight as his butt swelled up, his cheeks going from perky to full on beach ball size. They grew so large that they began to push his jeans down, exposing the top of his hairy crack to the whole dormitory. As a final touch, Aaron's skin began to itch as hair started to sprout over his body, leaving him with copious amounts of body hair, with most of it concentrated on his pits and chest.

When he was done growing, Aaron had to have gained at least fifty pounds of muscle and had sprouted lots of hair. His large hands explored his larger, hairier body, blushing when he caught of a whiff of the pungent musk that seemed to radiate off of him in waves, almost as if he'd just finished an intense workout.

"Whoa," Aaron groaned in a much deeper voice, "what happened to me, Bro?" He flinched at the slowish quality to his voice and the way he'd said Bro unconsciously. "My head feels so slow."

Brad just smiled at his work, thinking that this new Aaron would be a much better guy than the old one. "You're the new you," he grinned.

"The new me...?" Aaron wondered aloud, freezing when his eyes landed on the smaller guy before him. His heart began to race in his beefier chest, and despite himself, he felt his cock start to stiffen. Worse was that he felt an odd emptiness forming deep within his ass, and he unconsciously flexed his huge bubblebutt with want.

No matter what his brain told him, Aaron was horrified to find that he viewed Brad as... cute!?

"Oh no," Aaron groaned, paling at this new realization, especially as new memories started to filter into his brain. He was still a college jock attending university on a football scholarship, but now he was also the muscled up and dim-witted boyfriend of Brad. He could see crystal clear mental images of himself wearing the skimpiest clothing and flexing for the small man on command, loving it whenever his huge ass was stuffed full with Brad's cock. And not only his, but their supposed relationship was flexible enough to where Brad was cool with Aaron getting fucked and sucking off every other guy on the football team. Apparently not a night went by when Aaron wasn't bouncing on cock after cock and showing off his large, hairy muscles to every guy on campus... but apparently he had a huge soft spot for Brad.

Brad basked in the warmth that this new Aaron brought him. He stepped forward and ran an admiring hand over Aaron's hairy pecs, loving the way the formerly straight jerk shuddered at the contact.

"Hey, Babe," he teased, "why don't we go to our dorm and I'll fuck that huge butt of yours?"

Aaron wanted to decline, to beg to be changed back, but instead he felt himself pick up the smaller man with one arm and flex his other one. "Hell yeah, Bro," he smiled dimly, "you're gonna fuck me so damn hard all night!"

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 07: Dad Bod

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After moving into a new neighborhood to raise his young son, Eli, Derek made the conscious decision to attempt to be friendly… at least for his son’s sake. No matter how much the werewolf hated people, he didn’t want his son to grow up friendless due to his father’s cold attitude.

Hence, Derek started to go to PTA meetings and even Parents’ Night at Eli’s school, forcing a smile onto his face whenever he had to socialize with other parents. It worked, and Derek became a hit.

Unfortunately, it worked a little too well.

A large group of moms were quickly enamored with the hunky single father. Derek was in his late twenties and he had nicely shaped muscles. Plus, thanks to his werewolf metabolism, he had impressive abs that always popped against his t-shirts.

The lustful stares from the moms only led to Derek also receiving envious glares from the dads, a majority of them having big dad bods that were complete with jiggly bellies. Derek wasn’t oblivious to the jealous looks he’d gotten from the dads, which was why he was confused when they’d invited him to a barbecue.

Again, wanting to be neighborly and hopefully quell any hard feelings, Derek accepted.

When he arrived to one of the dad’s house, he tried his best to be as friendly as possible. The host, a beefy man named Jim, warmly welcomed Derek and led him to the backyard where a bunch of the other dads were.

At first, Derek felt a little awkward at the barbecue, trying to engage some of the other dads in conversation. It always seemed to go the same way though:

“Hey, how’s it going?” Derek would ask one of them.

It seemed to always be met with an envious, silent glare from whichever dad Derek had tried to talk to. The dad would only shift his eyes from his gut towards Derek’s rigid abs, a frown set deep on his face.

Derek was about to leave when Jim walked up and clapped a large hand onto Derek’s shoulder. “Here, Man,” he cheerfully said as he handed Derek a beer, “this will help ya loosen up a bit.”

“Um, thanks?” Derek muttered as he took the offered drink, noting that the silver can lacked a distinguishable brand. Still, not wanting to be rude and alienate all the dads at Eli’s school, Derek brought the can up to his lips and took a hesitant sip.

The werewolf caught the almost victorious grins from the other dads as he drank the beer. None of them were being stealth, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.

“Wha— UURRPP!” Derek’s words were cut off when he belched loudly. He covered his mouth and blushed.

Jim only snickered and clapped Derek on the back. “Y’know Derek?” he asked, a playful quality to his deep voice. “You’re a nice guy and all, but a couple of us dads are growin’ a little irritated with the way you just stroll into town and show off your chiseled abs for our wives to gawk at.”

Derek cocked his eyebrow at the other guy. “What, UUURRPP, do you mean?” he asked, bristling at his seemingly uncontrollable burping.

Jim snorted and grabbed at his rotund belly with both hands, giving it a shake and causing the fat to jiggle. “My wife actually said, ‘Why can’t you work out and get a bod like Mr. Hale?’” he mocked, his voice going higher when he imitated his wife. “Yeah, fuck that. I hate cardio, so we all figured that it’d be easier if we made you look like one of us.”

“UUURRPP!” Derek burped, wincing when he felt a tightness growing in his stomach. The werewolf looked down and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at what he saw.

Derek witnessed his impressive abs pushing outwards against his tight t-shirt. Given his tight clothing, he could easily see every crevice of his hard-earned abdominals. Therefore, it was all the more jarring for him to watch as his six pack steadily went to a four pack, then two, and then flat. However that flatness didn’t last before his belly lurched forward, straining against his constricting shirt.

“What, UURRPP, are you doing to me?” Derek panicked as his frantic hands tried to press against his growing stomach, as if he could actually prevent it from getting bigger. Unfortunately, his gut only continued to pack on more fat as was evident by the way it began to jiggle as Derek readjusted his stance to account for his new weight. He could even feel his pants start to tighten as love handles sprouted and started to sag over his jeans. Toned pecs even puffed up, sagging slightly yet still showing off the impressive muscle beneath the layers of fat. His nipples stretched out to the size of sand dollars and perked up, becoming large and nubby at they strained against his shirt.

RIIIPPPP!

Derek’s straining t-shirt finally lost its battle against his growing bulk, and as he grew, Derek couldn’t stop the loud burping that echoed from his agape mouth. 

Finally, Derek felt the tightness in his stomach disappear and he breathed a sigh of relief as he stopped growing. That relief, however, was short lived when he looked in the sliding glass door and saw his opaque reflection. Derek’s previously toned musculature was completely gone, replaced with a total dad bod that was complete with a huge, hairy belly. Instead of looking like he’d visited the gym religiously, Derek gave off the appearance of a couch potato who drank lots of beer and gorged on tons of junk food. Derek looked downward and frowned when his newly inflated gut blocked the view of his lower half. He pressed both of his hands against his massive gut and gave it a tentative shake, paling when it jiggled almost as much as Jim’s huge gut.

“Here ya go, Bud,” one of the other dads said as he tossed a shirt at Derek.

Silent in shock, Derek caught the offered shirt, noting that it was a size XXL. His arms seemingly moved on their accord, and Derek tugged the white t-shirt on. Due to his increased size, his pecs strained the shirt to bursting, and his nubby nipples pressed against the tight fabric noticeably. Worse for the werewolf was that his new gut was so large that the bottom of the shirt kept riding up it and exposing his fuzzy bellybutton, making it look like Derek was wearing a crop top.

Derek’s face was beet red when he took a hesitant step forward and felt his unwanted bulk shake with every step he took, his gut protruding far out in front of him and jiggling constantly. He looked around the group of dads and realized that he was nearly on par with all of them, his new massive belly matching every other dads’ in the group.

Jim offered Derek another beer, this one with a recognizable brand which indicated that it was a normal one. “Hey Derek,” he said, giving Derek a playful slap on his new belly, sending ripples through the werewolf’s new gut, “a couple of us dads are in a bowling league and we’re lookin’ for a new player. You in?”

Derek’s words dried up in his mouth, and despite his anger, he found himself nodding, some unknown force making him calm down the slightest bit, especially as he took a sip of the offered beer.

“Great!” Jim happily said. “I don’t know if we have a uniform shirt big enough for that massive dad bod ya got there, but you don’t mind, right?”

Derek felt the corners of his mouth pull up and he ran his free hand over his exposed, hairy belly. “I’m used to it,” he heard himself say. “It’s hard to find a shirt that fits over this big belly— UURRRPP!”

Tyler Posey had set up his OnlyFans as a way to reconnect with his fans after Teen Wolf ended. It worked for a while and he'd initially seen a score of followers who thirsted after his hot bod. However, the minute his past costar, Tyler Hoechlin, released his, a majority of his followers flocked over to the latter's profile.

Tyler Posey was determined to win back his large follower count, so he began to pose lucratively and show off much more skin than he used to. It began to work and he even started to wear less and less.

Tyler was about to take a picture of himself in some green cut off shorts when an app popped up on his phone: EARN A HIGHER FOLLOWER COUNT!

The actor figured that it was probably some service that had a lot of bots follow one's account, but still, he needed that higher follower account. He couldn't come in second to his costar!

Tyler happily typed in his info, along with his payment, and clicked "Submit". He expected several bots to start popping up in his follower count, however, instead the stud felt like his body exploded.

BWOMP!

The first thing Tyler felt was an immense weight, almost as if he were much heavier than before. He could feel his arms rubbing against his sides and his meaty thighs pressing together in a manner in which they never had before. His head was spinning and as he tried to piece together what had happened, he could faintly hear his phone ping nonstop with notifications.

"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing at his head. "What happened?" The actor paused at the sound of his deeper voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What's going on?" Still, his voice sounded as if it'd lowered by several octaves.

Tyler made his way towards the bathroom, bristling as his new movements. His thighs rolled over each other, and he could feel his gut jiggle with every step he took. Once he made it in front of the bathroom mirror, the actor jerked back in shock.

"Fuck!" he gasped at the older, much beefier reflection he saw. He was older, probably in his mid-forties, and he was huge! All of his muscles seemed to have inflated to twice their original size, yet they were covered with a thick layer of fat giving him the appearance of an offseason bodybuilder. His musclegut was massive and it protruded far out in front of him, his entire body covered in manly hair.

As the altered Tyler stared at his bearish reflection, he continued to hear his phone sound off with loads of notifications.

Snapping him out of his daze, Tyler's eyes widened when he looked down at his phone that was in his beefy paw. His large gut dropped at the numerous photos of himself in his body in compromising position after lewd position. There were photos of him tugging on his inflated nipples, snapshots of him in skintight thongs that left nothing to the imagination, and tons of clips of him impaling his rotund hairy ass on the largest dildo he'd ever seen. All of these fell under the new profile name: Wolf Daddy.

All of his panic evaporated into think air as soon as he saw his follower count through, his heart racing when it was in the millions.

"Holy shit," he breathed in his deep voice, running an admiring hand over the curvature of his big belly. He held up his phone and started to record, a wide grin on his older face. "Wolf Daddy's got a lot of stuff to show ya, so make sure to subscribe!"