31 Days Of Derek Hale

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 27: Hot Cop

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“Well, well, if it isn’t none other than the infamous Derek Hale,” Sheriff Stilinski sighed as he sat down in the driver’s side of the cruiser. 

Derek just glared silently back through the fence-like barrier that separated the two of them. He huffed angrily through his nostrils, keeping his lips pursed to avoid making the situation any worse for him. The young man wasn’t unfamiliar with Sheriff Stilinski, often running afoul with the old man here and there. It wasn’t that Derek was a career criminal by textbook standards, but he admitted that he didn’t make the best choices. Thus, he had a sort of negative reputation around Beacon Hills, with most of the sheriff department keeping a watchful eye on him.

The cruiser’s engine roared alive, and the Sheriff drove down the road towards the station.

Derek silently steamed in the backseat, perfectly content with not saying a single word.

However, the Sheriff cleared his throat and eyed the werewolf in the rearview mirror. “You know, Derek,” the Sheriff said, his rough voice taking on a kind air, “I’d promised your family that I’d look after you. But for some reason, you just can’t seem to keep your nose outta trouble.”

Derek just grunted, rolling his eyes. He tried to tune out the cop and focus on the woods outside the window. 

The Sheriff continued though. “And,” he pressed, a different tone overtaking his deep voice, “I’ve seen you eying my boy.”

Derek winced and fought hard to maintain his cool, but he could tell that he looked worried as his bushy eyebrows knitted together. Of course he found the Sheriff’s son, Stiles, attractive and it was true that he’d been trying to court him; however, he hadn’t counted on the old man being that perceptive.

“What are you talking about?” Derek tried to play it off, his heart starting to race in his chest.

The Sheriff lowly chuckled. “Derek,” he said, clicking his tongue, “I have my own skills, too. And let’s just say that although I like you and your family, I’m not too happy to have someone like you following my son around.”

Being used to being seen as less, Derek snorted and prepared a sharp retort. However, when he opened his mouth, his eyes widened when no sound came out. He cleared his throat and tried again, but not matter how hard he tried, the werewolf couldn’t utter a noise. He felt his heart start to race in his chest as he tried with all of his might to make the slightest bit of noise. However, every single attempt was futile.

The Sheriff smirked back at the struggling werewolf in the rearview mirror. “But you don’t have a job right now, do you Derek?” he pressed, an odd happy quality to his voice.

“No, Sir,” Derek felt himself respond without thinking. He wondered what was going on— why he could only seem to speak when the Sheriff allowed him to, and why he’d called him ‘Sir’.

“That’s a shame,” the Sheriff added. “You were always so cheery and polite. I would’ve figured you’d be the star employee somewhere by now.”

Cheery and polite? Sure, Derek wasn’t a blatant asshole, but neither of those adjectives described him in the least.

“Thank you, Sir,” Derek heard himself reply again. “I always do try my hardest, but gosh darn, the job market is tricky.” The werewolf’s stomach fell as he heard himself speak in such a dweebish tone. He tried to force himself to cuss out the sheriff, but as soon as the words were almost on his tongue, they’d fled.

The Sheriff cleared his throat and went on. “Well, if you’re interested, the police academy is always taking in new recruits. I think you’d be a good fit.”

Derek wanted to decline immediately, hating the idea of seeing himself strutting around Beacon Hills as some police officer who acts all goody two-shoes and whatnot. “That sounds like an awesome idea, Sir,” Derek happily agreed, and he felt his face stretch out into a giddy smile. He spotted his own reflection in the rearview mirror and inwardly flinched at how dorky he looked being all smiles; however, his attention was quickly diverted when he noticed something else.

Derek’s eyes widened even further when he saw that his jeans and white tank top had completely disappeared from his body. As quickly as his old clothes had vanished, new ones reappeared in their stead. Navy blue khakis were tightly wrapped around his powerful legs, looking almost skintight and like there was barely any extra room in there. His torso had on a navy blue, button down shirt that had the patches of the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department sewn onto the short sleeves. Right above the right pocket was a small silver name tag that read out: “HALE”. A black belt appeared around his waist, equipped with all of his police equipment that he’d need for his new job.

Derek’s smile faltered for a brief second before it took over once again. “Thank you, Sir,” he grinned. “I’ve always wanted to be a cop ever since I was a kid.”

The Sheriff nodded. “I know it, Derek,” he hummed. “I can tell by the way you’ve dedicated yourself to fitness.”

Before he could ponder over what that meant, Derek felt all of his muscles tense up simultaneously. The first thing Derek noticed was his thighs steadily growing larger and rounder, closing the gap between them little by little. However, his line of sight was soon cut off by his growing chest muscles. His pecs inflated and pushed outwards, taking up the remaining room in his shirt until it was skintight— POP! The top two buttons of his police shirt popped off, revealing the new, deep pec cleavage he now possessed. His arms grew in size, his biceps inflating to the size of melons as they bulged with power out of his short sleeves. They rested on flaring lats, giving the werewolf a broad appearance that reeked of masculine power. When he looked back into the mirror, Derek saw his neck steadily broaden in tandem with his shoulders, effectively giving him the appearance of a bodybuilder in a police uniform. 

His heart raced in his inflated chest, but instead of voicing his panic, all Derek could say was, “That you, Sir. Last weigh in, I came in at three-hundred pounds of solid muscle— all for the good of protecting my community.”

The station came into sight and the Sheriff’s own smile dominated his older face. “That’s the right attitude to have, Derek,” he said. “I know you’ll be a great man of the law.”

Derek felt his old self starting to slip, quickly being dominated with the muscled Dudley Do-Right cop he’d been turned into. He grit his teeth to prevent the change from taking over, but it was futile. In a matter of seconds, the old trouble-making Derek Hale was quickly replaced with Deputy Hale: the bodybuilding cop who was as straight-laced as they came.

Derek’s smile grew even more, genuinely this time, as he noticed the station as the Sheriff parked in front.

Derek exited the back of the cruiser, unsure why he’d decide to ride in the back— he probably lost a dare and was playing around with Sheriff Stilinski. The older man was like a father to him, and Derek respected him with every fiber of his being. As soon as the new cop took a step out of the cruiser and felt his large thighs rub against each other and noticed how heavy his pecs and arms were, he cocked his eyebrow in confusion for a moment. Maneuvering around felt awkward, almost as if he was getting used to strutting around in such a muscled body.

Derek snorted and shook his head, knowing that was ridiculous. He worked out religiously and was always super muscled, easily dwarfing all of the other men on the force.

The muscled policeman waddled up to the station, but froze when he saw the Sheriff’s son, Stiles, hanging by the entrance. He felt his heart race in his beefy chest and blush form on his face over how cute Stiles looked. 

“Oh, um, h-hi there, Stiles,” Derek gushed, looking like some lovestruck dork in front of the station for all to see. “What brings you here?”

Stiles paused for a moment, his own eyebrows furrowing for a second. “I came to see my dad,” he mumbled, his eyes running up and down Derek’s bulging form, making the cop’s heart race even faster. “Derek, d-did you… um, this might sound weird, but you look different for some reason. I can’t put my finger on it.”

This time, Deputy Derek shared Stiles’s confusion, and for a flash, the way his body felt so heavy and the sensation of his skintight uniform on his muscles felt all too wrong. However, just as quickly as the feeling had occurred, it evaporated into thin air and Derek’s smile widened even more.

“I just got back from the gym,” he happily gushed, raising both of his powerful arms above his head to form a double biceps pose. The movement caused his massive biceps to curl completely out of his sleeves and bulge with power. “It’s probably the pump you’re noticing.”

Stiles blushed a little as he stared at Derek’s huge muscles. “Yeah, I guess that’s it,” he admitted.

Not wanting to waste any time, while still flexing, Derek blurted out, “Want to do something this Saturday?” he asked. “… with me? Please?”

Stiles wanted to argue, to say that something was definitely different about Deputy Hale. However, his memories seemed to recall seeing the muscled up cop working shoulder to shoulder with his father for quite some time. “Sure,” he finally agreed.

Deputy Hale dropped his arms, letting them rest atop his lats a near right angle. “G-great!” he eagerly stuttered, the giddy new deputy over the moon at the prospect of finally taking the Sheriff’s son out. “I’ll pick you up at seven!”

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 09: Merge

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“You’re the worst alpha I’ve ever had!” Peter yelled, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically.

Derek snarled in response, baring his massive werewolf fangs. “I wouldn’t have to be so hard on you if you weren’t so damn stupid!” he countered.

The two werewolves continued to argue and yell at each other, their bellowing voices echoing throughout the house and making peace nearly impossible. 

Meanwhile, Stiles rubbed at his temples in irritation as he tried to read some articles for his college classes, irked that he couldn’t get any studying done with the werewolves’ dick measuring contest going on in the background. Worse was that ever since Peter miraculously came back from the dead, he and Derek seemed to be at each other’s throats constantly.

“You’re the most selfish member of the pack!” Derek growled, puffing out his chest as he tried to threaten the older werewolf. “I should’ve kicked your ass out a long time ago!”

Peter, being the drama queen that he was, rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “Oh please, Pup,” he spat. “You have no clue what the hell you’re doing. Shit, your little pack would fall apart if it wasn’t for my help.”

The two men kept yelling at each other, ruining any semblance of tranquility as they puffed out their chests in what could be described as a “Bro Off”. Both of them would bark and yell, yet neither one of them dared to throw the first punch.

Finally, Stiles slammed his book shut, over their childish behavior. “Will both of you shut the fuck up?!” he cried.

Derek and Peter both froze to stare at him in bewilderment.

“He started it,” Derek muttered, gesturing at Peter heatedly.

“I don’t care who started it!” Stiles exclaimed. “We’re all in the same pack, so if the two of you could figure out a way to be closer, that’d be perfect!”

As soon as the words left Stiles’s full lips, an electric quality appeared in the air, making the hairs on the werewolves’ arms stand at attention. Before anyone could ask what was going on, Derek and Peter felt themselves moving towards one another, their limbs acting on their own accord.

Against their will, Derek and Peter both raised their arms and seemingly embraced one another in a hug, the two of them wearing worried expressions on their handsome faces as they desperately tried to regain control of their bodies. Even Stiles was shocked, his jaw hanging low as he watched the two werewolves hug one another.

Then something else happened.

Derek was the taller one, and it seemed as if Peter’s smaller (yet still muscled) body melted into Derek’s larger one. As the werewolves merged together, their muscles appeared to combine, becoming larger and much more defined. Their arms combined, becoming larger with much bigger biceps than before. Pecs protruded out in front of their bodies, capped by large, nubby nipples that were twice the size of their respective ones. Even their clothes seemed to merge together, taking Peter’s blue button down and Derek’s white tank, morphing them into a blue and white muscle tank top that served to show off their large muscles.

Derek and Peter were stunned silent as their heads positioned themselves upon broadened shoulders, sitting side by side.

When the changes finally ceased, standing where the two werewolves previously argued with one another, was a two-headed muscle beast. Derek and Peter stared in shock and horror as they used the buff arm that they could control to feel around their shared body, blushing when they could feel the exact same sensations.

“Wh-what happened to us?!” Derek panicked, taking an awkward step forward as if he could pull himself away from his shared body. All that served to do was make his new body stumble, Peter in control of the other leg.

Even Stiles was stunned silent, unable to wrap his head around what was happening. Moments before, Derek and Peter had been arguing, and then they were sharing a body that was twice the size of their normal ones.

Peter felt around his shared body in disbelief, bristling when he noted the obscene size of his enlarged muscles. “H-how did this happen?!” he gasped, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he and his nephew shared an over-muscled body.

Stiles shook his head in disbelief. “All I meant for you two to be closer, not this!” he hurriedly cried. 

The two-headed werewolf struggled to stalk forward, each one of them using the leg that they controlled.

“You better figure out a way to fix this!” Derek growled. “How the fuck can I be expected to perform my alpha duties with this dumbass attached to me? And how can I be expected to be with my boyfriend when I’m sharing a body…” He trailed off when his thoughts were clouded over with Peter’s.

Derek turned his head to glare at Peter’s, who attempted to look away, but given their unwanted proximity, the attempt was moot.

“Really?”  Derek growled, anger bubbling up in his gut.

Peter blushed, but tried his hardest to look unbothered. “He’s kinda cute,” he muttered under his breath, referencing his secret crush on Stiles, which Derek could pick up on thanks to their shared body.

Both of the werewolves flinched when they felt a throbbing in their pants. They each used the arm they controlled to yank down their pants, revealing the twin cocks that they possessed. Both of the impressive members stood at perfect attention, directed straight towards the shocked human.

Derek and Peter sniffed at the air, surprised at the heat radiating off of Stiles.

“Really?” they both asked in unison, shocked at the fact that Stiles seemed to be turned on. 

Stiles shrugged cheekily. “Well, I love Derek, but I also think that Peter is hot, in a weird sorta way,” he admitted, blushing.

Derek and Peter sighed, their shared shoulders rising and falling with the action.

Derek used his arm to scratch at the back of his head. “Well,” he mumbled, “I guess we could try to make this work…”

Peter looked downward at the two cocks that were attached to his and Derek’s shared body. “I hope that Stiles can take two at a time,” he said.

Stiles eagerly nodded. “I can look up some stretches!” he rushed, already looking forward to getting fucked by his new two-headed boyfriend.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 11: Pup

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Derek wasn’t in control. He couldn’t help it.

The alpha werewolf had no clue what was happening, but the second he heard his husband, Stiles, walk in the front door after getting off from work, he felt a surge of excitement and utter jubilation. Of course Derek loved this husband and was always happy to see him, but this was to a new extreme— almost inhuman.

“I’m home!” Stiles called out.

At the sound of his husband’s voice, Derek’s heart raced and he dropped the TV remote and felt his body crash down to the floor on all fours. Before Derek could wonder what he was doing, he felt his limbs scamper out of the living room and towards the entryway. Inwardly, he panicked, unable to stop crawling on all fours or even stand up. Whenever he’d try to, he’d fall back down onto hands and knees, forced down like a dog.

The second his panicked eyes landed on Stiles, though, Derek’s trepidation vanished.

“Woof! Woof!” Derek cheerfully barked and he sprinted towards his husband. He rushed forward and managed to stand up on his feet— well, more like he leaned his top half against the smaller man, again, akin to how a dog jumps on their master. Unable to contain his joy at seeing the other man, Derek leaned forward and licked his husband’s face all over like a puppy.

“Derek, what are you…” Stiles trailed off, looking confused as the werewolf licked him. His eyebrows scrunched together, and his brain tried to tell him that something was wrong, that Derek was acting different. But as the excited mandog continued to give him kisses, he brushed the feeling away and couldn’t help but laugh.

At this sound, Derek couldn’t help but bellow out another, “Woof!” He blushed when he felt his bubblebutt jiggle a little as he wiggled his hips to and fro, almost as if he’d had a tail. Worse was that no matter how hard he tried to, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

“Okay, Derek, down,” Stiles laughed as he gently pushed against the eager man.

Derek put all fours back down again at the command, his blush deepening. He had no idea what was happening, but a part of him hoped that Stiles could figure out a way to help him. He opened his mouth to ask for help.

“Hrrmm, woof!” Derek barked, his eyes widening. “Woof! Woof!” His deep voice sounded the same, but no matter how hard he tried, Derek couldn’t put together a sentence. His words were reduced to barks and yips, making him let out a loud whimper.

Stiles hung up his coat and turned back to the crawling Derek. “Aww,” he frowned exaggeratedly, “what is it, Der? You want some pets?”

Inwardly, Derek bristled at the way his husband was talking to him, as if he were his pet. However, his body perked up and he wiggled his hips even more. “Woof!” he excitedly barked, so into it that his hands lifted off the ground with the movement.

Letting out a chuckle, Stiles leaned down and scratched behind Derek’s ear.

The feeling was incredible and Derek leaned further into it, barely noticing the way his leg shook. The sensation of Stiles’s hands on him was intoxicating, and his canine mind craved more.

Derek flopped over onto the floor and rolled over onto his back, his arms hanging out awkwardly in front of himself as he presented his hairy chest to Stiles. Derek looked up at the other man expectantly, despite inwardly screaming at himself to stop.

“Aww, good boy!” Stiles cooed as he gave Derek a belly rub.

Instantly, Derek felt his cock rocket to life, slipping out of his boxers and bobbing out in the air. He couldn’t believe that he was acting like a dog, getting a belly rub from his husband. But he couldn’t deny that he loved it. Something about the way Stiles’s hands ran over his body was purely orgasmic, and the werewolf craved more. Every hairy crevice of his muscled chest was felt up by Stiles, and when his fingers ran over his hard nipples, Derek was pushed over the edge.

“Arroooo!” he howled as he came, his cum shooting up into the air and landing all over his pecs. He panted as he tried to catch his breath, feeling as if he’d just blown the largest load of his life.

Stiles stood up. “Let me change and then we’ll go for walkies,” he said as he walked up the stairs.

Alone, Derek’s mind finally cleared enough for him to start to freak out over what was happening to him. Gritting his teeth, he tried with all of his strength to stand up or speak, but it was futile. Finally giving up on that, he crawled around the downstairs, shocked to see that the house had changed. There was now a dog bowl in the kitchen with DEREK printed on it in large, blocky letters. Unable to help himself, Derek crawled over to the water bowl next to it and lapped up some water noisily, splashing liquid all over the hardwood floor in the process. He leaned up, his face cherry red at his actions, but his thirst satisfied at least. 

Scampering into the living room, Derek winced at the large dog bed in the corner along with the rubber toy in the shape of a bone.

The mere second Derek’s eyes landed on the toy, his heart began to race and he couldn’t help but rush over and happily take the toy in his mouth. Whenever he tightened his jaw on it, it let out a loud squeak, further exciting the werewolf even more. He happily thrashed his head around, loving the squeaking from his chew toy.

“Ready?” Stiles asked, interrupting his play time as he walked down the stairs in more comfortable clothes.

Derek cocked his head to the side and dropped the toy from his mouth, humiliated beyond belief. He was used to be a boasting and powerful alpha, not some damn puppy! Still, as Stiles grabbed the leash off the rack, Derek scampered forward eagerly.

“Sit,” Stiles said as he held out the black, studded collar. There was a small sliver tag on it that read out: Derek, along with Stiles’s phone number.

Derek immediately sat like a dog and straightened his torso as best as he could. He puffed out his chest muscles with pride, loving the way Stiles looked over him. He was such a good guard dog— no, wait, he didn’t mean that.

Stiles put the collar on Derek and attached the leash, barely having time to open up the door before Derek excitedly bolted out. 

The smell of the fresh air and the sounds of the birds chirping was so much, and Derek couldn’t help but whip his head around to take in all the senses. He loved the bright colors of the cars that zoomed by, and he couldn’t help but preen at how Stiles walked in line with him. Derek’s tongue happily lolled out of his mouth as he walked.

The two of them came to an intersection, and without thinking, Derek sat down and looked upwards at Stiles.

Stiles looked left and right before nodding down at Derek, the werewolf standing back up on all fours and continuing their walk.

“Good boy, Derek!” Stiles cooed. “That’s a such a good boy for waiting to cross the street!”

“Woof! Woof!” Derek happily barked, loving how Stiles praised him. He was such a good boy, especially for Stiles.

“Hey there, Stiles!” a voice enthusiastically echoed out.

Stiles looked away from Derek and then smiled lazily at Theo, who walked towards the two men. “Oh, hi Theo,” Stiles said, in a less cheery voice. This one almost sounded distrustful. 

At the sound of Stiles’s change of tone and the approaching of the other man, Derek couldn’t swallow down the fierce protectiveness that bubbled up in his chest. He stomped forward and puffed out his chest as best as he could, steeling his arms to make his muscles look even bigger.

“Grrr!” Derek growled at the other man, making him stop in his place.

Stiles tightened his grip on the leash and kept Derek back, offering Theo a meek smile. “Sorry, Theo,” he huffed, “Derek’s not great with other people yet. I’m still getting him trained.”

Derek stopped growling, but kept his large werewolf fangs bared threateningly at the other man.

Theo held his hands up and shook his head with a chuckle. “Well, I know you’ll get him trained well soon,” he sighed. “You always said that you wanted a dog…” With that he turned around and walked off, but Derek could’ve sworn that he’d heard him mutter “…I must’ve messed up the spell…”

Stiles and Derek finished their walk, the whole time Derek loving the quality time with his husband. Derek had loved smelling all of the flowers in their neighbors’ yards, he'd enjoyed the way Mrs. Hall ad given him a pat on the head (it’d been nothing like Stiles’s head pats though), and he’d chased a squirrel much to Stiles’s annoyance.

When they returned home, Stiles fed Derek some food, which Derek happily gobbled up. He followed Stiles around the house as he did little chores here and there until it was nighttime. 

“Time for bed, Der,” Stiles yawned, stretching his arms over his head and he sauntered towards the bedroom. He hopped in the bed and lied down.

Derek followed him into the room and spun around a few times before lying down on the dog bed that was at the foot of his bed. There was a rawhide there from earlier, and Derek chomped down, gnawing it with his large teeth. He was so happy. He had the best master in the whole world, he got a belly rub earlier, and he got to have walkies.

It couldn’t get any better than this—

“It’s kinda cold,” Stiles shivered. “You want up, Der?” He patted the mattress.

“Woof! Woof!” Derek excitedly barked as he jumped up onto the bed and scurried over to his Stiles, licking his face lovingly. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Stiles laughed as he scratched behind Derek’s ear.

“Woof!” Derek happily barked, his wide and toothy smile dominating his face.

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 12: Bunny Boi

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“You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” Derek growled as he looked over the ridiculous outfit that was in the bag.

Derek had lost a bet with a fellow alpha, and as punishment, he would have to wear an incredibly embarrassing outfit for the day.

Derek grimaced at the lacy corset that had matching garters, and a cringey set of bunny ears to top everything off.

There was a loud knock on the other side of the bathroom door. “You better move it, Hale,” laughed Nate, the other alpha who was apparently a total freak.

“Son of a bitch,” Derek spat, taking off his leather jacket and jeans so that he could put on the stupid bunny outfit. The alpha werewolf slid on the panties first, rolling his eyes at how small they were. His cock was so big that it filled the tiny pouch to bursting, yanking the tops of the underwear downward to show off his trimmed bush and the base of his dick. Clenching his jaw, Derek pulled on the corset, which was at least two sizes too small for his muscular body. It was nearly impossible to close it shut around his thick waist, and his pecs completely spilled out over the top, his nipples poking out noticeably. It was so tight, in fact, that Derek felt as if his midsection was being squeezed so tightly that it shoved his pecs outwards even more. He put on the lace garters, feeling ridiculous the whole time.

When he was finally all dressed up in his humiliating outfit, Derek begrudgingly opened up the door, revealing a smirking Nate.

“Lookin’ good, Hale,” Nate whistled, making a show of eying the alpha up and down. “Oh, but wait! You forgot something.” He reached over and snatched the bunny ears off the sink before plopping them on top of Derek’s head.

“Gee, thanks,” Derek muttered under this breath, the headband attached to the bunny ears giving him a little headache.

“Well, c’mon, I’ll show you what chores you can do, and then we can call everything even,” Nate boasted as he stomped down the hallway, his broad back swaying with every powerful step he took.

Derek blushed as he took a step in his stupid outfit. His muscles squirmed against the tight fabric, making him have to almost arch his back in order to get semi-comfortable. The action only led to his large pecs being thrusted forward, his nipples resting atop the lacy corset, constantly rubbing against the soft fabric. The way the straps from the corset attached to the garters around his thighs made his steps resemble more of a mincing movement, soft and delicate.

Nate led Derek to a messy bedroom that completely matched Nate’s frat boy attitude. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, the bed was a total pigsty, and there were pizza boxes and empty beer bottles scattered all over the cluttered floor.

“Go ahead and start with my room,” Nate laughed.

“What a fuckin’ mess— Oh!” Derek squeaked when Nate gave his butt a playful smack. His cheeks bounced from the motion, and Derek’s face grew red.

Worse was that his cock twitched for some reason, almost thrusting out of the confines of his small panties.

“Fuck off,” Derek barked, stomping angrily into the messy bedroom, trying to shield his hardening member from the other man.

He snatched a trash bag out of the pile of cleaning supplies, starting to toss a bunch of the garbage into it. As he moved around, Derek’s nipples get rubbing up against the lace of the corset. It must’ve been due to the softness of the outfit, but it seemed as if Derek’s nipples were hardwired directly to his throbbing cock.

The alpha bit down on his bottom lip, trying desperately to resist the electrifying feelings that rippled through him as the corset stimulated his sensitive nips.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid,” Derek growled, tugging the collar of the corset downward to give his nipples some relief. However, once he let go and it snapped back into place, he had to bite back a moan as it started rubbing up against them some more.

As he continued to mince around the bedroom cleaning, Derek’s hard cock kept throbbing with want inside the tight confines of his panties. The cotton was stretched to the limit, and every so often Derek would give in and rub his aching bulge with one hand while using his other to thumb one of his nips.

Derek started to toss the other alpha’s clothes into the hamper. He flitted about the room, hard nipples and harder cock, bending down and grabbing fistfuls of Nate’s clothes. His musky scent clung to every fabric, that manly musk permeating Derek’s senses.

Derek grabbed a jockstrap off the ground, seeing that it was a size XL.

“Ooh, big boy,” he cooed, before flinching and slapping a hand over his mouth. “Why’d I just say that?”

His perky nipples still burned and his cock throbbed like crazy, at full mast. Still, it hadn’t burst through the small panties, and Derek couldn’t help but reach down again to feel himself up. His hand ran over his rock hard cock, freezing as his fingers grazed his bulge.

“I-is it smaller?” Derek gasped, looking over his pecs to the bulge in front of his humiliating panties. Sure enough, the lump in front of his meaty thighs wasn’t as prominent as it had been moments before, looking tight and compact.

Derek quickly tugged the panties downward, paling at the sight of the four inch cocklet poking out of his trimmed bush. With a shaky hand, Derek reached down at his shrunken member, wrapping his fingers around it.

“Oooh,” he moaned, unable to keep his lips shut at the surge of pleasure that rippled through him. Despite the panic that was coursing through his veins, the werewolf couldn’t help but fondle his tiny cock that made him feel even more ridiculous with his massive muscles in such a girly costume. He knew that he should be panicking even more, to tear the apparently cursed outfit off, but his frazzled mind was so clouded over with lust that it was difficult to think about anything else.

“Did I say that you could play with yourself?” Nate’s deep voice bellowed.

Derek jerked back and blushed as the other man stared him down. 

Nate smirked as he crossed his beefy arms over his large chest. Derek hadn’t noticed before, but Nate had large muscles that were so big and manly. His pecs stretched his t-shirt to bursting, and his biceps curled out the tight sleeves. His bulge in the front of his jeans was much, much larger than Derek’s diminished one. And manly musk radiated off of Nate in waves, making Derek’s mouth water.

“No, Sir,” Derek answered promptly, his voice light and almost airy. Instantly, he dropped his muscled arms to his side, his tiny cock throbbing as it stood at attention in front of him. The more Derek stared at the other alpha, the more his small cock throbbed and his perky nipples burned with want. His unknown desire was starting to creep up to higher levels, and he couldn’t help but shift his feet under Nate’s gaze, rubbing his thighs together in anticipation.

Nate gave a tsking motion with his finger. “Well, finish up then, Bunny,” he ordered. “Then I’ll let you play with your tiny nub.” He walked away.

“Yes, Sir!” Derek excitedly said, picking up his pace as he minced around the room, his pert little cock bouncing in front of him as he moved. 

He didn’t know why his heart raced at the thought of being ordered around by such an alpha like Nate. The frat boy was stacked with such manly muscles, and some of his chest hair curled over the collar of his t-shirt— a stark contrast to Derek’s smooth muscletits that bounced with every step he took. His little nub leaked precum the whole time he finished cleaning. Once he was done, Derek eagerly rushed over to Nate to deliver the good news.

“All done, Sir!” Derek reported, smiling widely at the alpha.

Nate looked away from the TV. He’d taken off his shirt, resting his arms behind his head, letting his musky, hairy pits air out in the open. “Good job, Bunny,” he grinned at Derek. “Why don’t you take your uniform off? Don’t wanna mess it up while you service your alpha.”

“Yes, Sir!” Derek happily gushed, practically ripping his panties and corset off. He paused for a moment as he looked over himself. His tiny, three inch cock was as hard as ever, yet it seemed so small and utterly tiny— especially in comparison to the large eight inches that Alpha Nate had. And even though his corset was off, Derek’s pecs were still pushed upwards and out, looking slightly larger and more bulbous than they should’ve. His nipples were hard and nubby, sticking off his muscletits like little erasures. Something was wrong, this wasn’t how Derek should’ve looked… was it? He didn’t know why a tiny voice in the back of his head shouted that he was supposed to be a manly alpha like Nate, not some sub bunny boy.

Nate unzipped his pants and fished his own cock out, letting his large member bob in the air. “You gonna stand there or are you gonna take care of this?” he bellowed.

Derek quickly squashed the voice in the back of his head and hurried forward, his muscletits bouncing with every minced step he took. Dropping to his knees, Derek leaned forward and hungrily took the entirety of Nate’s cock into his mouth, sucking it like a pro. 

“That’s a good bunny,” Nate teased, toying with the bunny ears that were atop Derek’s bobbing head.

“Mmmm!” Derek loudly moaned, his little nub spurting tiny droplets of cum as he sucked off his alpha, loving his role as his muscled up bunny boy.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 08: Cock TF

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When Derek woke up, all that he could see was darkness, as if there was a sheet yanked over his head. Instinctively, he moved to yank whatever was covering his head, but he realized that he couldn’t move.

Immediately, panic started to seep throughout Derek as he realized that he was practically paralyzed, unable to move a limb. He thought that it was sleep paralysis at first, but eventually he felt himself shift around and being moved without any say so of his own. Derek panicked as it felt as if he was being carried, unable to feel his legs carry him towards something, that fabric still covering his eyes like a blindfold.

“Ready for a surprise, Derek?” a familiar voice asked the alpha.

“What? Theo?” Derek asked, growing angry over what was happening. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“You were always such an annoyingly cocky alpha, so check this out!” Theo chuckled.

The “blindfold” was ripped away from Derek’s face, and the first thing he noticed was Theo’s smirking face. However, it was wrong in the fact that it was much higher up than it should’ve been, as if Theo were several feet taller than the alpha werewolf. That thought was quickly ignored when Derek looked directly into the mirror that he was standing in front of, screaming loudly when he noticed what was wrong.

“What the fuck?!” Derek roared as he stared in horror at his altered form.

All Derek could see was Theo’s long cock that dangled between his thick thighs. However, instead of a regular-looking cockhead, Derek saw his own head attached to Theo’s shaft. It looked as if someone had photoshopped Derek’s head on top of Theo’s cock, editing out his arms and legs.

Theo chuckled as he shifted his hips a little, causing his cock to wag back and forth, and thereby make Derek a little dizzy. “I was so tired of you and your big dick energy,” Theo explained, “so I decided to turn you into my cock. I thought about making you my butt, but I like this idea better.”

“You turned me into your cock?!” Derek repeated incredulously, unable to wrap his head around what was happening. “You better turn me back, right now! You hear me? Now!”

Theo mock frowned. “Don’t be like that, Sourwolf,” he teased. “I’m sure that you’ll love your new life as my cock.” He reached down and fondled himself a little, causing his cock to grow harder.

Derek’s angry face froze, and he wore a stunned look as he felt his new body stiffen. It was as if all of the muscles in his body was flexing in unison, becoming hard and rigid as his new cock body hardened. His head rose and stood out at an angle on Theo’s boner, bobbing the air.

Despite his panic, Derek’s hormones surged throughout his new body and all he could concentrate on was getting off. He was incredibly horny and all he wanted to do was jerk off his new body; however, without his arms, he was helpless and trapped at the chimera’s mercy.

Luckily/unluckily, Theo reached down and wrapped his fingers around Derek’s new shaft body, pumping his fist up and down.

Derek nearly went crossed eyed as his new body was jerked off, feeling as if tidal waves of pleasure were coursing all throughout his altered form. Memories of Derek jerking himself off paled in comparison to having his entire body felt up and played with. All of the nerves in his new body were intensified, forcing every touch on his smooth skin to electrify every pleasure center he owned. Derek couldn’t hold back his low moans as he was played with, almost loving it when Theo ran his fingers over his cock body.

Derek tensed up and felt one of the waves of pleasure inside of him break. A snap ruptured deep within him, and the alpha werewolf felt a pressure building deep within him when—

“Ooohh!” Derek moaned, his jaw opening wide as cum squirted out of it and onto the mirror in front of him. The salty substance coated his mouth and as he came; he blushed as he realized that he’d truly been turned into a cock, cumming on Theo’s behalf without a second thought.

Worse was that Derek couldn’t deny that he’d loved it. It was such an intense surge of pleasure that he’d felt, easily outweighing any solo session or any sex that he’d ever had. Being a cock was truly the gateway to the ultimate pleasure, Derek fearfully began to realize. 

That epiphany was soon forgotten when Derek stared back into the mirror, shocked to see his thick black hair beginning to recede. It slowly pulled its way back into his scalp until the alpha’s head was smooth. However, he saw that his head was oddly shaped, not looking as round as it should. Instead, there was an odd curvature to it, especially near the bottom that made it look more like a mushroom cap than a head.

Derek’s eyes winded even further when a slight indentation pressed inward at the top of his head, forming a piss slit. The stunned werewolf was helpless to do anything except watch as his mouth closed, his lips fusing shut until it vanished altogether.  His nose shriveled up and disappeared next. Finally, his eyes were next as they closed tightly and fused, yet he was still able to see.

When all was said and done, Derek stared back at a cock. The shaft and head blended in seamlessly, giving absolutely zero indication that it was Derek before. 

Derek couldn’t say anything or beg to be changed back. The only response he could give was twitch, causing Theo’s cock to throb and rocket back to life.

On cue, that glorious surge of pleasure erupted throughout Derek once again. He new head, the perfectly shaped cockhead, oozed precum.

“I’m gonna use you to fuck Stiles’s tight ass,” Theo snickered, wrapping his fingers around Derek’s cock body again.

Immediately, Derek succumbed to the intense pleasure rippling throughout his new body. He instantly gave in, knowing that his new body was built solely for pleasure and sex. He loved being a cock and he looked forward to all of the sexual experiences that he’d get to have.