31 Days Of Derek Hale

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 16: Himbo

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Derek Hale sat in the corner of the bar, brooding over life in general. The sourwolf had a deep frown set onto his face, scowling at nothing specifically— his foul mood creating a dark aura about him.

He finished his whiskey on the rocks and was about to ask for another one, when the bartender (some peppy guy with dyed blue hair) set down a large glass of beer in front of him. The golden drink must’ve been extra-carbonated because tons of tiny bubbles floated around like crazy in it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow up at the bartender. “I didn’t—”

“It’s on the house,” the bartender interrupted him. “It’s a new brand called ‘Bubbly Beer’.”

“‘Bubbly Beer’?” Derek repeated incredulously, almost scoffing at the stupid sounding name. The tough alpha wouldn’t be caught dead drinking such a ridiculous drink. 

Still, free was free.

Shrugging his shoulders, Derek brought the glass to his lips and took a tentative sip of the bubble-filled beer. It was sickeningly sweet and the carbonation made the drink more akin to soda than actual beer.

Derek grimaced at the drink, nearly gagging. He hated sweets.

However, the alcohol content must’ve been high, because after that singular sip of beer, Derek could already feel a slight buzz. His brain felt a little foggy and it actually seemed to dull his angst.

“Meh,” he hummed. “Does the trick, I guess.”

Derek took another sip.

The fog settled in deeper, and a dazed grin formed on Derek’s face. He leaned back further into his chair, unaware of the knowing smirk from the bartender. He struggled to think back to what was bothering him in the first place.

He happily brought the glass back up to his lips, but this time he took a couple gulps of the beer.

Derek’s smile grew a little larger, but it almost subsided when he started to feel a little warm. Like a sudden total wave of heat crashing upon him, Derek suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. His white button down shirt was suddenly a bit too thick for his liking, and having it buttoned up all the way made him feel awkward, almost like he was wearing a large tent. 

In an attempt to gain some sort of ease, Derek reached up and undid the top four buttons of his shirt.

“That’s soooooo much better,” he sighed, his goofy grin coming back full force once he wasn’t completely covered. His toned pecs were slightly exposed to the cool air of the bar.

Derek took a few more gulps of the beer.

The legs of the chair groaned loudly as Derek squirmed around. His chest felt heavier and his arms kept colliding with his sides in a way that they hadn’t before… right?

Derek’s heart raced in his beefy chest for a moment, but he quickly shrugged his anxiety away as he glanced down at his meaty muscletits. His massive pecs were barely covered by the button down shirt that they strained against, his nubby nipples poking teasingly against the fabric. His large biceps bulged out of his straining sleeves, constantly bumping against pecs and lats, hindering each one of Derek’s movements. And lastly, the werewolf rocked back and forth on his humongous bubblebutt that strained his jeans to bursting, the big ass making it look like Derek was sitting on a bunch of cushions.

Derek caught a nerdy guy sneak a peek at him from across the bar, and he couldn’t resist lifting one of his big arms to flex a powerful bicep.

The nerd’s jaw dropped, yet he quickly recomposed himself and stood up, slowly heading over towards Derek.

Derek finished off the last of the bubbly beer, setting the empty glass onto the bar.

“Um, h-hey,” the small nerdy guy smiled at Derek. “What brings you here all alone?”

Derek smiled back full force at the other guy, his cock rocketing to life. The ten inch monster snaked down his pant leg noticeably, looking like he was stuffing a summer sausage down his pants.

“Oh y’know,” Derek chirped back, “I’m just, like, totally out here looking for cute guys!” He giggled at the end of his statement, biting down on his lower lip as he ran his eyes up and down hungrily over the nerd’s body.

The nerd smiled back nervously, nearly drooling over Derek’s bulbous muscletits. “Well,” he said, “I’m about to ditch this place, if you wanna come with?”

“Sure!” Derek quickly said, practically hopping out of his chair. He snatched a tight hold of the smaller guy’s hand and began to walk towards the exit.

Derek paused for a brief second, feeling as if something was wrong. His gait was thrown off by the constant jiggling of his bubblebutt behind him, and he had to arch his back slightly to account for his huge pecs. Plus, his head felt so slow.

And he was so painfully horny! 

Despite himself, all he seemed to be able to focus on was cock and getting his big butt stuffed full with the nerd’s. His lust took over and that foggy sensation clouded over his brain again, effectively silencing that alarm bell. 

“Like, this is totally gonna be the best night ever!” Derek cheered as he wiggled his hips, causing his big butt to bounce wildly, loving the lustful look in the nerd’s eyes.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 22: Stripper

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"You know, Derek,” Isaac scoffed as he trailed behind his alpha in the dimly-lit club, “when I agreed to come to your bachelor party, I didn’t think that we’d be stalking Stiles during his bachelor party.”

Derek just grunted in response, using his werewolf eyes to scan the crowd. His snarl was set deep on his face as he looked for his fiancé, ready to tear some guy who gets too close to him to shreds. In the back of his mind, Derek was already berating Scott for dragging Stiles to a strip club. Granted Stiles and Derek hadn’t explicitly vetoed strippers at their respective bachelor parties, Derek wasn’t good at quashing down his jealous side.

Hence, he’d bribed Isaac with the promise of whiskey and cigars in the guise of a bachelor party, when in reality they were spying on Stiles.

“He’s right over there,” Isaac sighed, gesturing towards a private booth.

Derek narrowed his eyes in that direction, seeing Stiles sitting with Lydia and enjoying copious amounts of alcohol. Stiles had ordered a bright pink one that had an array of colorful fruits on top of the glass, and he eagerly sipped it down as he chatted away with his friends. Even though it was clear that this club was meant to have some dancers, given the pole on top of the table, Derek was slightly relieved when he saw that his fiancé wasn’t anywhere near the strippers.

“Oh,” Derek muttered, feeling a little foolish.

“See?” Isaac said, clapping his alpha on the back. “All that worrying for nothing. Shoot, if you were really that concerned, then why don’t you just be his stripper?” Shaking his head, Isaac stalked over to the table where Stiles’s bachelor party was at, happily snatching a drink off of the table.

Derek rolled his eyes and turned around, getting ready to leave the club.

The music on the speakers changed to an upbeat tempo dance song. The beats were so loud that they took over Derek’s senses, and he struggled to hear anything outside of the wordless song that a bunch of sweaty dancers gyrated to.

He didn’t notice it at first, but Derek soon became altered to the fact that he was slowly starting to shift his hips from side to side. The movement began to pick up speed until the werewolf was gyrating in the club, just like the other dancers.

The alpha’s heart started to race in his chest as he realized that he couldn’t stop. No matter how much he tried to tell himself to stop dancing, Derek was quickly learning that he wasn’t in control of his own body.

Derek’s hips kept swishing back and forth, and the alpha’s trepidation grew when his muscled arms started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Derek popped them off, one by one, until he tossed the useless fabric to the ground. The werewolf was shocked as he threw his hands behind his head, crunching his abs to make them pop as he couldn’t stop showing off on the middle of the dance floor. 

A few of the other patrons looked Derek’s way and even began to cheer him on.

Derek was beyond humiliated and wanted nothing more than to run off and hide from the prying eyes, but the more eyes that were on him, the worse his uncontrollable behavior grew.

Despite roaring with fury on the inside, Derek pursed his lips as he reached up with both of his hands, thumbing his nipples for the crowd. Derek was virtually begging himself to stop, but those pleas were quickly erased when he felt his cock start to harden from showing off. His hands dropped to his pants and before he could try to stop himself, the werewolf tore the denim away.

Clad in only his tight boxer briefs, the frantic Derek could only smile as he gyrated his hips, causing his hard cock to bob noticeably back and forth.

The crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers as Derek was egged on.

Derek straightened up and held his head up high, his stiff legs carrying himself off the dance floor and over towards the table where Stiles sat at. Despite the cocky smirk on Derek’s handsome face, his eyes were wide and panicked, and he hoped that his fiancé would figure out a way to help him.

“I heard someone’s about to get married,” Derek said in his deep voice, crossing his thick arms over his beefy chest.

Stiles looked up from his drink, his eyes going wide at the side of the nearly naked Derek. Coughing on his cocktail, all he could do was nod.

Lydia was the only one who seemed to have her wits about her. “Derek?” she snorted. “Why are you crashing—”

Derek stepped in front of her to approach Stiles directly, smiling widely despite his freaked out eyes betraying his cocky expression.

“Well,” Derek heard himself say, “I hope your future husband can take care of all your needs.” He felt himself turn around and flex his meaty bubblebutt. He playfully bent over, wiggling his perky butt for his fiancé, feeling cool air pass over his cheeks more than it should have. Derek looked down at his crotch, inwardly wincing at how his boxer briefs had somehow morphed into a tight, black thong. The pouch was filled to bursting with his massive cock, and suddenly, he could feel the small strap of fabric slipping between his huge cheeks, allowing his bubblebutt to be on full display. To add to it, cuffs appeared on his wrists while a collar and bowtie magically popped around his neck. Derek cringed at his new, slutty outfit, but his body only fed into it.

Derek turned back around and flexed his large biceps in front of Stiles’s awed face, briefly leaning down to lick his massive mounds. His pecs bounced up and down, and Derek grabbed the back of Stiles’s head, pulling it forward so that his face was shoved into the crevice of Derek’s impressive pectorals. Despite being extremely embarrassed by his actions, Derek couldn’t deny that he was also turned off by showing off for his fiancé.

Erica drunkenly tossed a few dollars at Derek’s feet, and Derek felt himself up the ante.

His thumbs hooked into the thin straps of his thong and he quickly tugged the skimpy fabric down, allowing his hard seven inches to bob out in the open air for everyone to see.

Derek was screaming on the inside, but all he could do was helplessly smile and wrap his fingers around his thick cock. He moaned loudly as he began to jerk himself off in front of Stiles, a growing crowd forming behind him to watch the show. When he thought that things couldn’t get any worse, Derek dropped to his knees and eagerly buried his face in Stiles’s covered crotch.

Stiles immediately grew hard, and despite having about a billion questions regarding way Derek was acting the way he was, he couldn’t help but give in. He unzipped his pants and allowed his slutty fiancé to fish his cock out.

Derek felt himself lean in and take all of Stiles’s cock into his mouth hungrily. He couldn’t prevent his loud moans from thundering out from himself as he sucked off his fiancé. Derek wasn’t used to being the one giving a blowjob, but he was somehow able to deep throat the entirety of Stiles’s cock, even pausing a bit to lap at his slit. Worse was that he couldn’t stop himself from flexing his muscles and wiggling his huge muscle butt, the squishy globes jiggling wildly behind him for the crowd to gawk at.

No matter how humiliated Derek felt, he couldn’t ignore how great it felt to suck off his fiancé— plus, it was even more amazing for having others to cheer for him. 

Stiles tensed up and came, shooting his hot load straight down Derek’s throat. The werewolf greedily guzzled it down, moaning loudly as he did so.

Derek felt all of the large muscles in his body flex and bulge as he came, shuddering as he unleashed his load all over the floor of the club. He moaned loudly as he came, made all the more worse but he fact that the whole crowd cheered him on as he came. As he panted in his post-orgasm, Derek finally felt his blush take over his face, being back in control of his body again.

“Damn, Der,” Stiles breathed as he tried to catch his breath, “you’re the best stripper I’ve ever seen.”

Despite himself, Derek felt himself grow hard again and he couldn’t help but smirk upwards at his future husband. “Well, lucky for you I have lots of moves I can try out on you,” he said, surprised that he meant it.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 29: Butt Growth

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Derek collapsed back onto the bed, next to a sweaty Stiles. The both of them panted from their latest romp, Stiles waiting for the sensation in his legs to return after Derek totally drilled into him.

Th alpha werewolf’s libido seemed to be in overdrive, given the proximity of the full moon. Stiles was overjoyed about this fact, eagerly bending over to help his boyfriend release some of his sexual tension. That being said, after being the one to bottom over and over, Stiles was interested in a little change of pace.

“Hey, Der?” he panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Hmm?” Derek hummed, already feeling himself grow hard at the scent of musk and pure sex permeating their bedroom. He gradually scooted closer to his boyfriend on the mattress, wrapping his large arms around his slender form, rutting his hardening cock against his perky butt.

“Wanna switch positions?” Stiles asked.

Derek paused his rutting and cocked his eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Huh?”

Stiles sat up and shifted himself closer to Derek. “Like, how about I be the top this time?” he suggested, trying to seductively wriggle his brow at the werewolf who only scoffed in response.

“Babe,” Derek snorted, “I’m the alpha, so I’m the top. There’s no way I’m gonna bottom… ever.” Sure Derek loved Stiles and he was well aware that he was in a homosexual relationship (clearly), but he couldn’t help but feel like bottoming was something that only the “girl” in the man x man relationship did. Being an alpha and being the tough guy that he was, Derek wouldn’t be caught dead being the bottom.

Stiles frowned. “A simple ‘No’ would’ve been fine…” he muttered before perking up. “Well, maybe you just need some convincing.” He snapped his fingers, grinning knowingly.

Before Derek could ask what was up, the alpha felt an odd tightness centering at his glutes. It felt as if he’d just finished a rigorous leg day at the gym, feeling his backside burn and ache as if he’d just completed some serious squats.

Derek’s lower back felt as if it were being lifted upwards off the bed, and the werewolf flipped over onto his stomach and looked over his broad shoulder, gasping loudly.

The toned butt that was perfectly proportional with the rest of Derek’s impressive muscles was magically bubbling out from his back. His butt grew in size, pushing out and rounding to form a fuckable bubblebutt that was too large for his body.

“Wh-what’s happening?!” Derek panicked, pressing both of his hands on his growing ass, paling as they felt small compared to his massive cheeks. He could feel his hands being pushed further away as his butt continued to grow in waves, thrusting itself away from his lower back, jiggling wildly with every movement.

Stiles couldn’t hide how turned on he was by watching Derek’s butt grow bigger. “Don’t worry, Der,” he said, loving how out of proportion his boyfriend’s butt looked, “if I did the spell right, it’ll wear off in a few hours.”

“Hours?” Derek repeated, flinching when the tightness finally subsided.

Bolting off the bed, the first thing Derek noticed was that his thighs had packed on a little more meat to account for the extra weight at his bottom. When he took an awkward step forward, Derek blushed as he felt his inflated cheeks bouncing and rolling over each other. He got to the floor length mirror in the bedroom, wincing as he looked at his warped reflection. The rest of his body remained unchanged, making Derek’s enlarged bubblebutt all the more ridiculous. It had to be at least three times its normal size, and it created a near perfect shelf as it jutted out from his lower back. Derek gave his hips a tentative shake, his heart racing as he watched his cheeks ripple and shake from the slightest movement. His butt was so large and out of place that his waist seemed to pinch inwards before ballooning out into his new bubble.

Derek looked away from the mirror for a split second to shoot a pleading look over at Stiles— Stiles was rock hard, and the second Derek’s eyes landed on his cock, he felt something inside of him flip.

Used to feeling a surge of lust and then having his cock rocket to life, Derek still felt himself get hard, but there was also an intense desire that he felt deep within his inflated butt. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but Derek felt desperately empty, and he couldn’t help but clench his enlarged cheeks with want.

His meaty pecs rising and falling as he breathed heavily, Derek couldn’t help but run towards the bed, ignoring the bouncing weight at his back. He threw himself onto the bed and perched up on all fours, shoving his inflated ass towards Stiles.

“Pl-please?” Derek begged, wiggling his hips teasingly and making his butt jiggle.

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk. “‘Please’ what?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The need was overwhelming, like there was deep, intense itch inside of him that needed satisfying. Derek gritted his teeth and pushed his giant butt closer to Stiles, grabbing his cheeks and pulling them apart to flash his tight hole. “Please fuck me!” he begged.

Stiles crawled forward and grabbed a hold of Derek’s waist, right at the crest of his overblown mounds. As he worked himself inside of Derek, he loved the way Derek tensed up.

“Oooohhhh fuuuuck,” Derek moaned as he pressed his forehead against the hard mattress as he was stuffed full. Automatically, Derek started to buck and roll his hips in tune to Stiles’s thrusts. 

As Derek was heatedly fucked, he couldn’t help but marvel at how intense the pleasure that surged throughout his altered body was. His cheeks bounced and rippled, adding to his orgasmic bliss. He could still see himself in the bedroom mirror, noting that he looked ridiculous with his large muscles and even larger ass, getting fucked silly by his much smaller boyfriend. His jaw was slack as he moaned like a slut, and his useless, untouched cock bobbed between his thighs, drooling precum.

Despite his previous disdain with bottoming, Derek felt himself craving the sensation of being filled with his boyfriend’s cock. His enormous ass wasn’t something to be embarrassed by, but it was a gateway to the ultimate pleasure.

By the time Stiles tensed up and came, filling Derek up with his load, Derek had already came about twice. He unconsciously flexed his cheeks as his boyfriend came, desperately milking him to get more of that sensation of being full.

“Holy fuck,” Derek panted, his chest slick with sweat. “We have to do that again!”

[2 Weeks Later]

True to Stiles’s word, the spell had worn off after a few hours, and Derek’s butt had deflated back to its normal size. Still, the werewolf loved to top his human boyfriend, and would mount him on the daily. However, there were now times when Derek would playfully walk up to his boyfriend and press his toned butt against him.

“I think it could use some more size, what do you think?” he’d coyly ask, biting down on his lower lip in anticipation as Stiles would snap his fingers, and Derek would feel his pants grow tighter…

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 19: Action Figure

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Derek rubbed his temples in irritation as he wandered through the numerous aisles of the toy store. Aisle after aisle, row after row, brightly colored advertisements and countless useless objects with stupidly high price tags made his headache even worse.

Derek had come to the toy store to find a gift for his boyfriend, Stiles… who he had to point out was a legal adult. Stiles was just a total kid at heart and loved to collect tons of franchise memorabilia, which was something that Derek loved about him. And after falling for the whole “Oh, you don’t have to get me anything” trap last year and having to deal with the fallout, Derek was determined to get Stiles the perfect gift this year.

“Damn it,” Derek growled at the memory of Stiles giving him the silent treatment after his non-gift last year, quickening his pace as he stomped through the aisles in search of something great.

Unfortunately, Derek was having no luck.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he repeated under his breath as he entered an aisle chock full of superhero action figures. 

Derek hurried down the aisle, his eyes scanning the rows of plastic men all over. Each one of them was brightly colored in blaring blues and radiant reds, their over exaggerated muscles looking extremely round and out of the realm of anything humanely possible. Derek’s trademark frown deepened as he searched all over the aisles for the perfect one.

No ordinary superhero would do, especially since Stiles already owned so many. Derek shuddered at the thought of accidentally buying his boyfriend one that he already owned, just to get the side eye and accused of not paying attention.

“Damn it,” the werewolf repeated, annoyed. He frantically began to search the aisle, picking up toy after toy and holding it close to his face studiously. Sure, they were all painted colors and had a variety of “[Insert Random Item]-Man” across the box in bright, blocky letters. However, Derek couldn’t seem to remember which ones Stiles already owned.

In his panic, the werewolf grabbed a white box that contained a blank action figure in it: no facial features or costume painted on at all.

The second his fingers grazed the mysterious box, Derek winced at the odd spark that traveled throughout his body, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. 

“What the hell was that?” he muttered as he brought his hand up to his face to examine his still tingling fingers.

Derek’s eyes widened as he witnessed his fingers taking on a shiny quality. He scrunched up his face in confusion as his fingers gleamed more underneath the bright fluorescents of the toy store. His heart raced in his chest as they stiffened, becoming immovable as his hand apparently turned into plastic.

“Wh-what?!” Derek panicked as the strange transformation traveled down his arms. Weirder was that the werewolf swore that his muscles plumped up, becoming larger and much more exaggerated before they hardened into the same plastic quality as his hands. His signature black leather jacket vacuumed to his torso as his pecs widened and pushed outwards, becoming skintight. It then started to brighten as it went from slate black to royal blue. His jeans underwent the same changes, suctioning to his buffer legs as they brightened into a cartoonish blue that looked more apt on a superhero, not a regular guy wandering around the mall. Derek winced as his bulge seemingly shrank as it was pressed tightly against him. Derek painstakingly move an almost inflexible arm and patted at his groin, groaning as it felt flat and unremarkable like a Ken doll.

The tingling sensation spread up to Derek’s head, and the altered stud couldn’t help but try to reach up with his plastic limbs. His hair had hardened into a large plastic mold, becoming a lump of black plastic in the shape of his usual hair style. His face felt smooth and unblemished, and he couldn’t help but press both of his hands on either side of his head and give it a little squeeze.  Derek couldn’t hold back his gasp as his head squished and then popped back into shape, illustrating that it made completely out of rubber now.

The werewolf tried to run off, to seek help, but he was stopped by his massively hindered movement. Like most action figures, his limbs were stiff and rigid, their over muscled selves only posable at the main joints.

“Well, well,” hummed an irritatingly familiar voice, “that’s a nice look there, Derek.”

Derek struggled to turn around, his virtually immobile body and larger muscles making movement extremely tedious. He fought back a growl when he saw none other than Theo, the bratty chimera who didn’t hide his crush on Stiles.

The mischievous smirk on Theo’s annoying face was enough to clue Derek into the fact that he was somehow behind whatever was happening to him.

“What did you do to me?” Derek demanded, trying to threateningly stalk forward, but his posable joints made his movements awkward.

Theo shrugged his shoulders. “I was lookin’ for a birthday gift for Stiles,” he snorted, “and I know that he likes action figures, and for some reason he also likes you, so…” He gestured forward at Derek’s new plastic body. “And you’re just about done.” 

Theo snapped his fingers.

Derek felt as if his sense of gravity was thrown as he wobbled on his stiff legs. The shelves in the aisle seemed to grow taller and much larger. However, it quickly dawned on Derek that the store wasn’t growing— he was shrinking.

The werewolf was helpless to do anything besides get smaller and smaller, as his movements became harder and harder to create. Derek’s scowl softened and instead he held a stoic expression as his face hardened. Eventually, the former alpha werewolf had been turned into  ten inch tall super hero action figure, complete with big muscles.

“Perfect!” Theo laughed as he easily picked up the toy Derek, snatching the blank box in his free hand.

Derek inwardly screamed, but was helpless as Theo positioned his plastic arms in a manner that looked like he had his hands on his hips in a heroic pose. He was shoved into the box, and from his frozen position, Derek could barely make out the outside of his prison chasing colors to become bright and alluring. Unbeknownst to him, the outside of the box now read: Superwolf: the World’s Most Muscular and Cranky Superhero!

“Stiles is gonna love my gift,” Theo laughed as he walked action figure Derek over to the cashier.

The whole time Derek screamed at being turned into a toy, and he just hoped that Stiles would figure out a way to help him out… and another part of him hoped that Stiles would like his large superhero muscles.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 28: Inflation

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“Stiles!? Stiles, where the hell are you?” Derek roared out as he scanned the large crowd for his boyfriend. 

The werewolf sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. Stiles had won some online comic book contest, giving him a trip for two to Metropolis for the Annual Superman Parade. At first, Derek hadn’t wanted to spend his weekend at some overcrowded city where a bunch of nerds would be talking nonstop about comics; however, when he’d seen the glee in Stiles’s eyes, Derek had immediately melted and had agreed to go.

At his boyfriend’s behest, Derek wore a tight Superman t-shirt that he’d bought at Wal-Mart on the clearance rack. Just right before the parade was due to start, Stiles had gotten distracted and ran off towards a pretzel stand, disappearing into the crowd.

For the past twenty minutes, Derek was shoving his way through the crowd, looking for his boyfriend. “Stiles!” he yelled out again. “Damn it, I swear I’m gonna put a bell on that guy…”

In his hast to find Stiles, Derek angrily stomped past a bald man dressed in a suit that seemed to be too nice for just attending a parade. The man looked over at the frantic werewolf, a smirk formed on his face.

“Looking for someone?” he asked Derek, putting on a nice tone. “Missing child?”

Derek froze, but then huffed in agitation. “Missing boyfriend,” he corrected begrudgingly. “He went off the pretzel stand and got lost in the crowd. He’s wearing a superhero costume…” His voice trailed off when he realized that his description wouldn’t help due to hundreds of other people on the street dressed up as comic book characters.

The bald man just nodded his head. “Yeah, it’d be rather difficult to locate a singular nerd out of a thousand,” he hummed. “I know a way you can spot him easier, though.”

Normally, Derek would prefer to work solo, yet he wasn’t too keen on having his boyfriend lost in an unfamiliar city. Hence, he nodded. “Sure,” he grunted. “That’d be great. Thank you.”

The bald man’s smile grew. “Follow me, please,” he said, turning around and leading Derek through the crowd. The two of them walked into a nearby, unmarked building and headed directly towards the elevator which had to be operated with a key that the bald man had.

The elevator led all the way to the rooftop of the building. Initially, Derek thought that this was a great idea since he would be able to look down over the side and scan the crowd for Stiles. However, when he stepped out of the elevator, he spotted an odd looking machine that resembled an oversized shop vacuum, complete with a large hose. Blinking lights decorated the front, and they flickered with a neon green aura to them.

“Um,” Derek mumbled, shrugging it away, “thanks again for your help, Mister, um…”

“Luthor,” the bald man introduced himself. “Dr. Lex Luthor.”

For a brief moment, Derek could’ve sworn that he’d heard that name from somewhere before, like from one of the movies that he and Stiles had watched together (or more apt, a movie that Stiles watched while Derek felt him up). The alpha shook his head, figuring that it must’ve just been a common name as he started to walk over towards the edge of the rooftop, his lupine eyes searching for his hyperactive boyfriend.

In the background, he could pick up the sounds of Dr. Luthor moving around and messing with something. He ignored it though, perking up once he saw a familiar figure hovering by one of the numerous shop stands.

“Stiles!” Derek called out. “Stay there and— mmpphh!”

Derek’s voice was cut off when Lex Luthor shoved the large hose into his mouth, a clicking sound ringing out as a strap in the back locked it in place. Derek immediately shoved the older man away from him, grabbing onto the hose with both hands and trying to pull it off his face. It was secured tightly in place, refusing to budge an inch. He could still breathe just fine, but his heart began to race in his chest as he wondered what the hell was going on.

“Grrr!” Derek growled, his words still obstructed, as he threateningly leaned towards Lex.

The bald guy just smirked. “Don’t try to fight it, Mr. Hale,” he said as he coyly walked back over to the large machine that the other end of the hose was attached to.

Derek cocked his eyebrow, wondering how this random stranger knew his name.

Dr. Luthor just snickered as he began to punch a few of the green buttons. “You honestly think your little boyfriend won that contest to come to Metropolis based on his talent alone?” he balked. “I mean, the guy submitted a handmade comic entitled Wolfman, and he not-so-subtly designed the hero after you.”

Derek’s broad shoulders fell, knowing that that did sound like something Stiles would do. Still, wanting to defend his boyfriend’s honor, Derek growled again and kept trying to tear the hose away from his mouth.

“So I had to rig the contest to make sure that the two of you would come to Metropolis so that I could test out my latest experiment on you!” Dr. Luthor explained, his voice quaking with excitement as his fingers furiously kept pressing the flickering buttons, a whirring beginning to sound out from the machine. “After all, if it works on an alpha werewolf, then it’s sure to work on Superman!”

Derek rolled his eyes at the insane-sounding bald man. Superman wasn’t real, he told himself; therefore, he was being attacked by some crazed comic book fan. Of course this would happen to him…

The whirring from the machine grew in intensity, growing louder and faster. It turned into a loud hum, mimicking the sound of a generator. 

“Hold on, Derek,” Dr. Luthor laughed. “You might feel a little… pressure.” He flipped a switch.

Derek winced as he felt a gust of air blow through the tube, coming out of the machine and going directly into his mouth, making his cheeks puff up from the action.

“Hmm?” Derek couldn’t help but ask in surprise. A number of different scenarios had ran through his head regarding what the machine would do, but just blowing air wasn’t one of them.

Dr. Luthor’s eyes began to light up with zeal. “It’s a success!” he practically cheered, going so far as to ball up his fists with joy. “Look!”

Derek scrunched up his brow in confusion before paling once a tingle rippled across his body, and a horrifying sensation began to creep up.

Steadily, Derek could feel his Superman shirt start become tighter as the air continued to blow into his mouth. In a panic, Derek looked down at himself, his eyes nearing bulging out of his skull as he saw a lump at his midsection where rigid abs should’ve been. The humming from the machine picked up, and Derek’s stomach pushed outwards, growing larger and much more rounder.

Derek frantically pressed his hands against his growing gut, as if he could stop its growth. However, not only did he feel it continue to get bigger, the werewolf was startled by the squeaky noises of rubber balloons sounding out. Worse was that the more he moved, the more the squeaky sounds rang out, as if Derek’s skin were now rubber, expanding as he grew larger and larger.

The growth wasn’t solely focused on his belly, Derek was horrified to discover. His pecs began to inflate too, rounding out as they ballooned out in front of him. With two audible boinks, his nipples poked out, pressing tightly against his straining t-shirt. His pant’s button ricocheted off as his butt began to bubble out, growing large and bulbous as it blew up with air from the mysterious machine.

Derek tried with much more gusto to tear the hose away from his face, but then his arms began to inflate. So much air was pumped into them that they grew inflexible, and Derek couldn’t maintain his grip on the hose. His arms were forced to hang out at his sides, akimbo. He furrowed his brow intently as he tried to move them, but all he could do was barely wiggly his hands as his entire body grew.

All of the muscles in Derek’s enlarged body looked overly inflated and out of proportion. They were ridiculously huge and round, making movement near impossible. Derek’s arms were stuck at his sides, and his thighs had grown so wide that they constantly pressed against one another, forcing him to stand with a wide stance. The whole time he struggled to move, the squeaking noises of balloons echoed out from his expanding form.

The growth even traveled south to Derek’s cock, pumping it up to incredible proportions. It lengthened out to almost a foot long, and thickened up to the girth of his normal-sized forearms. The amount of air in it forced it to stand straight out in front of the growing Derek, his balls blowing up to the size of softballs.

Dr. Luthor glanced at his expensive-looking watch before turning a dial on the machine. “As much as watching you turn into a helpless blimp, Derek,” he teased, “I’m on a really tight time crunch. Let’s hurry this up, shall we?”

The machine roared with power as it forced more air down the powerless werewolf’s throat.

Derek felt his muscular physique begin to falter as his body started to round out even more, taking on a more spherical appearance. His traps and pecs inflated to such enormous proportions that they ballooned up and swallowed Derek’s neck, making his head look hilariously tiny atop a round body. His torso inflated so much that it began to gradually grow over his limbs. His arms and legs seemingly sucked into his bulbous midsection, leaving the werewolf’s hands to flap around uselessly as he still futilely tried to tear the hose away from him. His stubby legs threw him off balance, and Derek felt himself fall onto his back. He was so full of air that he actually hovered in the air, floating weightlessly as he ballooned up. He could barely move, he was so big. And even if he could roll around, he was too light to even touch the ground, leaving the alpha one-hundred percent at the mercy of the mad scientist.

“Aaand, that should be good!” Dr. Luthor said as he shut off the machine.

The air stopped, and for a brief second, Derek was relieved that he wasn’t growing anymore. However, that relief was short-lived when he looked downward, his view of his body blocked by his hyperbolically inflated pecs that were so huge and round. Based on the large shadow he created, Derek estimated that he had to have grown to the size of one of the parade floats he’d seen on TV. His Superman t-shirt miraculously remained intact, making Derek look like an overinflated Superman.

Dr. Luthor walked forward and quickly tied ropes around Derek’s hands and feet, holding onto them so that the werewolf wouldn’t float away. He yanked one the ropes, causing Derek’s balloon-like body to jerk downwards enough so that the hose could be unlocked and removed from his face.

“Well, Mr. Hale, what do you think of your new body?” Dr. Luthor mocked, a sinister smirk on his cocky face. “If I may toot my horn, I’d say that I just created the biggest Superman parade float that Metropolis has ever seen!”

“You son of a bitch! You better turn me back!” Derek roared, blushing when he heard the squeaky sound of his voice. The air that had been pumped into him must’ve had large amounts of helium, making Derek sound like a chipmunk, made all the more ridiculous with his giant body.

“‘Turn you back’?” Dr. Luthor asked, looking genuinely confused before shrugging. “I’m not sure there is any going back, Mr. Hale. I mean, after all, you’ve stretched out way beyond any normal proportions so I really don’t think you’ll just bounce back, per se. Perhaps we could look into bulking you up so you can at least stay grounded with your new girth.”

Derek was stunned at what he heard. He was so caught up in the horrible news that he was potentially looking at a future as a giant blimp, that he’d barely noticed when Dr. Luthor tossed the long ropes down the edge of the building towards where some of his cronies were waiting. His crew grabbed the ropes and hurriedly walked into the parade, continuing down the street at the same pace as the rest of the performers.

“W-wait!” Derek cried, humiliated at the thought of his inflated form being paraded throughout the bustling city for all to see.

His enormous body was pulled out into the parade among the other floats, of which his size was in par with. Immediately, the werewolf’s sharp ears could pick up the gasps from the crowd as they looked up at his balloon-like body.

“Whoa!” a man shouted as he pointed upward .”Check out that over-inflated Superman! His belly is massive!”

“That’s a bit too big for Superman. That has to be some kinda fetish work, right?”

“Look at the size of that bubble butt!”

“He looks huge!”

The crowd erupted into thunderous laughter, many people pointing at Derek’s inflated body and making comments about the obscene size of his pecs, belly, or ass.

Derek’s face was cherry red as he blushed at the comments about his inflated body. It was hard to turn his head with almost no neck, but he could see his huge form in the reflection of the glass lining a skyscraper. 

Derek groaned at how large and round he looked. His gut was so spherical and enormous that it was definitely the center of his growth. Not to be outdone, his ass cheeks had blown up as well, protruding out into the air as he floated through the city, all of the parade-goers gawking at his round form. His head looked hilariously tiny as it sat in the middle of his torso, almost sinking into his inflated pecs which were capped with nubby, protruding nipples. The Superman icon on his t-shirt had stretched out over his larger chest, making him feel like some warped superhero as he helplessly floated through the city.

Derek tried desperately to grab onto the ropes to pull himself back down to the ground, but he was so rotund that all he could do was helpless wriggle his fingers and kick his feet. Dr. Luthor’s crew kept laughing wildly as they carried Derek throughout Metropolis, going so far as to even bring attention to his inflated form.

“Hey! Check out the massive new Superman float we got. A bit overfilled, isn’t it?” one of them giggled.

Derek’s face was crimson now as he was shown off.

“Derek?! What happened to you?!” he heard Stiles cry out among the crowd.

The werewolf slightly perked up and tried to look around for his boyfriend, but his pecs were so large that he couldn’t see anything past them. “Some freak turned me into a damn balloon!” he squeaked, wincing again at his silly voice.

Derek could hear Stiles’s feet hurry over towards him. The sounds of grunting echoed as a scuffle broke out, and Derek could feel himself being carried away from the parade at a little faster pace.

“I gotcha Der!” he heard Stiles say. “You’re actually surprisingly light…”

Derek couldn’t see thank to his inflated form, but Stiles had managed to snatch the ropes away from Lex Luthor’s cronies. He ran down the other block, carrying his parade float boyfriend away from the crowd so that they could figure out a way to fix him.

For a second, Derek breathed out a sigh of relief before something off in the distance caught his eye. “H-hey,” he squeaked, “something’s coming this way. A plane?”

Stiles looked up into the air, gasping loudly. “Holy shit, Der!” he exclaimed excitedly. “It’s Superman!”

“Of course it is…”

Sure enough, the flying object approached at lightening speed, stopping midair right in front of Derek’s inflated form. Despite how impossible it sounded (and crazier things had happened that day, clearly), Superman floated right in front of the werewolf. He looked just as he did on TV, yet Stiles swore that Superman and Derek shared a few facial features.

“Whoa there, Big Guy,” Superman whistled as he looked over Derek’s parade float body, “it’s looks like Lex Luthor used you as a guinea pig for one of his diabolical experiments.”

A twinge of anger sparked inside of Derek, knowing that it should’ve been Superman who’d been turned into a freakshow, not him. “Yeah…” was all that he could say in his helium-esque voice.

“Superman!” Stiles gushed down below on the ground. “I’m your biggest fan! I’ve read all of your comics and seen all of your movies! I have so many questions to ask you if you have any time at all!”

Superman just smiled warmly down at the talkative human. “Sure thing, Citizen,” he said in his deep voice that oozed manliness, and Derek couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. “But first, I think we should figure out what to do with your friend here.”

“Boyfriend,” Derek squeaked.

“Can you turn him back, Superman?” Stiles asked, his knuckles turning white from onto the ropes tightly.

Superman rubbed at his square, chiseled jaw in thought before crossing his big, but manageable, arms over his chest. “I think I have a better idea,” he admitted. “Something that could benefit everyone involved.”

Derek gulped loudly.

[Two Weeks Later]

“Everything’s all set!” Superman, disguised as Clark Kent, announced, beaming ear to ear.

“Are you ready, Der?” Stiles asked.

“Um, I guess so,” Derek stammered, his voice still sounding like helium.

“Well, the Halloween Parade’s starting, so let’s go!” Clark said as he pulled on the ropes and began walking among the crowd. 

Again, Derek was paraded throughout Metropolis, being the largest parade float on the block. This time, in preparation for the Halloween Parade, Superman had painted him head-to-toe orange, making him look like a massive pumpkin. Derek still blushed as all eyes were on his inflated form, but the inflated werewolf forced a nervous smile onto his face as he tried his best to wave an inflexible arm.

Superman’s great idea, since he had no idea how to turn Derek back to normal, was to just use the werewolf as Metropolis’s biggest parade float, opting to dressing him up to fit whatever parade it was supposed to be. For the Thanksgiving Parade next month, Superman had plans to dress up the inflated Derek as a large turkey.

Of course, it wasn’t Derek’s first choice. However, he couldn’t deny that a part of him liked to see Stiles happy attending parades on the regular, so he tried his best to swallow down his horror over his new life as an overinflated parade float, and tried his best to give in.

Derek smiled and waved to the crowd as best as he could, still blushing slightly as onlookers commented on how massive he looked.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 21: Centaur

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“Fuck!” Derek roared as he stormed into the yard, hands clenched into tight fists. 

The werewolf was irritated over having nearly lost control of his inner wolf, and nearly wolfing out in public. Derek and Stiles had been out on a simple dinner date, when stupid Jackson had to show up and be his usual douchey self. Normally, Derek was able to keep his lupine instincts in check; however, the second that stupid Jackson had placed his hand on a clearly annoyed Stiles’s shoulder, Derek had seen red. He’d shot out of his seat and had unleashed a fearsome snarl, even baring his massive werewolf fangs in the jerk’s direction.

It had managed to get Jackson to cut his crap, but the action had also accidentally caught the attention of other patrons in the restaurant, who’d only stared awkwardly/fearfully in Derek’s direction. The ceaseless staring had totally ruined the night, and Derek had dragged Stiles out of there early, much to his chagrin.

“Der!” Stiles called out after the stomping werewolf. “It’s fine, really!”

Derek was still seething. Sure he was irritated with Jackson, yet he was more so angry with himself and how his lack of self-control had ruined his date with Stiles. Thinking about it more only served to bring out an onslaught of more anger-inducing memories about how being a werewolf was a pain in Derek’s ass.

His jaw clenched, Derek just huffed in annoyance. “It’s not fine,” he pouted. “And this whole werewolf bullshit is something that’s just going to keep causing us trouble.”

Stiles frowned and placed a tender hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Sometimes,” Derek huffed, “I wish I wasn’t a werewolf.”

On cue, a streak of light flickered through the night sky as a shooting star bolted across.

Immediately, Derek flinched as he felt a warm travel throughout his body. The first thing he noticed was that his pants were starting to grow uncomfortably tight. 

“What the hell…?” Derek wondered aloud as he looked down at himself. HIs eyes went wide as saucers when he saw his altered bulge in the front of his pants. 

His normally proportional six inches had somehow elongated, creating what looked like Derek was stuffing a ripe grapefruit in his boxers. It was obscenely large, and between his thick thighs, Derek felt balls that had to be the size of lemons. Worse was that back of his pants felt as if they’s burst at any moment.

Looking over his broad shoulder, Derek gasped at the caricature of a butt that was attached to him. His perky cheeks had somehow managed to balloon out to a crazy size, pushing further out with each second.

In his panic, Derek ripped off his pants, his breath getting caught in his throat at what he saw.

Never being one lost for words, Stiles gasped out, “Holy crap, Der! You’ve got a horse cock!”

Derek’s cock had grown to at least fifteen inches, and it was nearly as thick of his beefy wrist. His balls had swollen up to resemble baseballs. The werewolf didn’t have time to focus on that as he felt his weight being yanked back due to the increasing size of his booty.

His legs stretched out longer, causing Derek to sprout up at least two more feet in height. All he could do was stare in disbelief at his changing body, his heart beat loudly in his muscled chest as he wondered what was happening to him. His throat went dry as he witnessed his toes fusing together, his nails hardening to form hooves. 

His butt grew so big that Derek stumble back and almost fell, but he was caught by something.

Stiles’s wordless gasp mirrored his own as he looked back and saw that he’d grown an extra set of legs to offset his elongated backside. Derek blushed at how he must’ve looked, having his regular-looking torso sitting atop a lower half that was stretched out with four legs needed to keep it upright.

Derek’s altered lower half began to itch as thick, black fur sprouted all over it, covering every inch. It was glossy and looked shiny underneath the moonlight. As a final touch, Derek winced when he felt his distended backside tingle as he sprouted a long tail that swished back and forth.

The warmth finally dissipated, and Derek also felt an odd calm inside of his head, like his inner wolf was finally silenced.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Derek panicked, taking an awkward step forward in his new body, his hooves clacking loudly on the ground as he struggled to get used to walking. As he moved, his huge cock dangled around freely, making his face crimson.

Stiles’s mouth was agape as he looked over his changed boyfriend. Derek’s long legs were thick with muscle, which flexed with animalistic power with every heavy step he took. “Der,” he gasped, “you’re a centaur!”

“A what?” Derek groaned, pinching his nose in irritation. “When I said that I didn’t want to be a werewolf anymore, that didn’t mean that I’d rather be a centaur instead! How the fuck am I supposed to hide this thing!?” He gestured at his horse ass and cock, which were humongous and definitely would prove to be difficult to keep from prying eyes.

Derek stopped and sniffed at the air, still maintaining a keen sense of smell. And a curious aroma was wafting off of Stiles in waves.

“R-really?” Derek asked incredulously.

Stiles bit down on his lower lip and shrugged. “I played a lot of fantasy RPGs, and always liked the centaur characters… like, a lot.”

Derek felt his shock slowly fade, and he couldn’t help but grin coyly at his boyfriend.”C’mere, I’ll give you a ride,” he chuckled.

Stiles eagerly took his hand and hopped up onto Derek’s new back, wrapping his arms around Derek’s human torso. 

Derek marveled at how weightless Stiles felt as he carried him, and he began to trot towards the house… his swaying horse cock getting harder and harder. He just hoped that Stiles knew some special stretching techniques.