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 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.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 10: Bear

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Derek and Peter Hale groaned as they waddled off the beach towards their car.

Just moments before, the two werewolves had been toned men researching some strange disappearances in the area. Locals would say that men would go and visit the infamous Bear Beach, only to be never heard from again.

Peter winced at the odd feeling of his beefy arms resting atop his lats. “I’m just saying, Almighty Alpha,” he sneered in Derek’s direction, “that maybe there’s a reason the place was called Bear Beach.”

Derek just grunted, not used to the way his rotund, hairy belly jiggled with every step he took. “I thought it was just a name…” he grumbled under his breath, a growl barely detectable.

Peter scoffed and gestured back towards the shore where loads of beefy hairy men lumbered around clumsily, as if they were learning how to walk. “That didn’t tip you off?” he huffed. He wanted to argue more, but instead tensed up as a slight breeze wafted over the two of them, his chest hair being billowed by it.

Derek gritted his teeth as he tried his best to ignore the tingling the breeze caused on his nubby nipples, making his cock start to stir in his tattered shorts.

The very second Derek and Peter had stepped foot on the elusive Bear Beach, they’d immediately felt themselves beginning to change. The first thing the werewolves noticed was the way their jaws had sprouted thick beards, soon followed by hair covering the rest of their bodies— especially their chests. Before either of them could even think to get away from the beach, both of their bodies exploded with flesh. Muscles inflated, but were quickly engulfed by a thick layer of fat that seemed to be centered on their new guts. Their shirts had ripped to shreds, showcasing their massive, pillowy pecs that were capped with large and sensitive nipples. However, their big bellies seemed to be the focus of their growth, making it look as if both of the werewolves had swallowed yoga balls. Derek and Peter’s guts protruded out in front of them, obscuring the view of their own lengthened cocks that dangled crazily as their widened thighs rolled over each other with every step. Even their backs had widened as their large arms puffed up, giving each man a roundish, yet muscular, appearance.

The two werewolves had been turned into total bears simply by stepping foot on Bear Beach.

As soon as the shock of their transformation wore off, Derek and Peter were alerted to the fact that every other man on the beach seemed to share their shocked expressions— all of them looking down at their own massive, hairy form in confusion.

Now the two bear werewolves waddled back to their car, trying to get the hang of moving around with large thighs constantly colliding with one another.

“We need to figure out a way to fix this,” Peter grunted as he poked at his big belly. “I don’t think any of my designer shirts will fit.”

“You poor thing,” Derek snorted, freezing as soon as he heard a loud rip and his shorts finally gave way to his thickened lower half.

The tattered fabric fell to the ground, revealing the alpha’s thickened cock that was at least nine inches and about as thick as a soda can. Not to be outdone, his large hairy ass had ballooned to an exaggerated size, looking like two fuzzy basketballs were strapped to his back.

“Damn it!” Derek roared as he stomped his foot in frustration, flinching as the movement sent a ripple through his massive butt, gut, and pecs. He blushed like crazy. “L-let’s just get out of here.”

The bears lumbered towards Derek’s Camaro, but they had a hard time squeezing their unwanted bulk inside.

Peter, being the smaller of the two, had an easier time, but he still struggled. He wasn’t used to the feeling of having a large gut resting on his lap when he sat down, and he was annoyed at the way his seatbelt completely disappeared between the crevice of his hairy pecs.

Derek had a much harder time. It took all of his cunning to wedge himself into the driver’s seat. He had to shove the seat all the way back, and even at its furthest, his furry belly still pressed against the steering wheel a little bit. Whenever he gulped in a large breath of air, his gut would push out slightly and tap the horn, making him cringe. Worse was that whenever he turned the wheel, his beefy arms would brush against his nubby nipples, making him stifle a moan. It was obviously that his bulk turned him on despite himself, as his humongous cock stiffened and began to bob out at an angle due to his large belly.

“Hopefully Stiles can figure out a way to fix us,” Peter moaned, squirming in his seat as the car’s A/C blew over his mountainous pecs, feeling like someone was running their fingers through his chest hair.

“Yeah,” Derek grunted as he accidentally jostled a nipple again, “…or maybe we can squish him between our bellies first?”

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 23: Ghost Possession

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Despite being a werewolf, Derek didn’t believe in ghosts. In his opinion, they were the cheap product of Hollywood trying to advertise uncreative horror films. He would scoff at the young adults who’d dared one another to sneak into McFadden Manor, only to hear them swear up and down that they’d seen a ghost. Lies, Derek figured.

Still, when Stiles had made up his mind to investigate the ghost stories surrounding McFadden Manor for Halloween, Derek had instantly jumped at the chance to tag along in an attempt to look brave and woo the hyperactive human. 

Unfortunately, Derek couldn’t hide the grimace as he walked through the deserted McFadden Manor. The abandoned mansion was the center of numerous spooky, Halloween-themed tales— all of them focusing on a mischievous trio of ghosts who liked to mess with unsuspecting people. The wide smile on Stiles’s face deeply contrasted with Derek’s scowl.

He eagerly held up an ancient-looking camera. “We should split up and cover more ground,” he said. “I’ll go down towards the garden while you inspect the bedrooms. Radio me if you see anything.” He shoved a large, dinosaur era walkie talkie towards the werewolf.

“I can just text you…” Derek muttered, studying the heavy tech in his hands.

“Thanks for coming with me again, Der,” Stiles said, offering the usually grumpy werewolf a sincere smile, making the alpha’s heart flutter in his chest.

In response, Derek puffed out his muscular chest with pride, his pecs pressing teasingly against his thin, white t-shirt. “S’no problem,” he grunted, trying to play it cool, but he could feel his cheeks grow hot as he blushed. Plus, he couldn’t help but crunch his stomach to make his abs pop against his shirt too, his muscular bod being his best form of flirting since he wasn’t really good at wooing orally.

Stiles happily ran down one of the dark hallways towards his destination, Derek not-so-subtly watching his perky butt as it disappeared.

“Damn,” Derek admired before frowning at the sight of the decrepit mansion. “Damn it.”

Frowning again, he shrugged his broad shoulders and lumbered throughout the dark, cobweb-filled halls. To humor himself, Derek sniffed at the air, smelling nothing in the air except for dust and rats. He rolled his eyes at himself participating in this foolish activity, yet, he forced himself to focus on the endgame: Stiles and him getting together… and then heatedly fucking in his Camaro.

That last thought put a little more pep in Derek’s steps as he explored the empty rooms in the mansion.

*Thud!

Derek tensed up at the sound that echoed out from one of the bedrooms. Following the source, Derek entered a room near the end of the hallway. The room turned out to be a bathroom, the rusty toilet giving it away. There was a dust-covered sink with a dirty mirror near the entryway, and in the far end was a standing tub with a yellow curtain closed over it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in confusion over the fact that the water seemed to be running in the tub, steam even billowing out from the curtain.

“What the hell?” Derek wondered aloud, knowing that there was no way this house was occupied given its dilapidated state. Still, the running water left the werewolf deeply confused. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and ripped it to the side.

Inside of the tub was a portly bluish figure that was slightly transparent. Looking like a caricature ripped out of a cartoon, the ghost had a little tail that seemingly phased in and out of existence as the creature showered. When it noticed that it was being watched, the ghostly figure looked over at Derek and gasped, covering its lower half with its hands… despite there being really nothing to see.

“Do you mind?” the ghost scoffed.

Derek was stunned silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at an actual ghost that was floating before him. “Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “You’re a fuckin’ ghost!”

The ghost exaggeratedly rolled its eyes at Derek. “No shit,” it huffed in a baritone-filled voice that only emphasized its rotund girth. A sly grin formed on its translucent face and its eyes sparkled. “You know, most fleshies tend to avoid this place because of me and my brothers, but here you are.” He sniffed at the air, his smile growing wider. “A werewolf?”

Derek flinched and took a cautious step back.

The ghost continued. “We don’t get a lot of your kind here,” he chuckled. “Your bodies tend to be a little more sturdy. This should be fun!”

The ghost lurched forward at lightening speed, much faster than Derek’s werewolf instincts could react. Since his jaw was still hanging low in shock, the ghost aimed right for the alpha’s agape mouth. 

Derek felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as the ghost squeezed himself inside of him. It was a difficult sensation to describe. Thanks to the ghost’s vapor-like body, it felt as if there was a gust of air that was keeping Derek’s jaw thrusted down as it shoved itself in. Cartoonish stretching noises, like rubber, sounded out as the ghost entered the werewolf. Derek felt himself getting fuller and fuller, feeling as if he’d just eaten a multi-course meal and was stuffed to the brim.

With a simple pop, the ghost finished his entrance and successfully squeezed his rotund body deep inside of Derek.

The werewolf felt full, his stomach and even lower end of his throat feeling as if there was a thick soup trapped in it. Derek stumbled around on shaky feet, trying to piece together what had just happened. The ghost squirmed a little as he settled in under Derek’s skin, the werewolf wincing at the sensation. 

“Damn, I can’t believe that worked!” Derek heard himself exclaim. “I usually have trouble fitting inside tiny bodies.”

Tiny? Derek balked.

Derek’s tingling limbs appeared out of his control, and the more Derek tried his best to strain and walk on his own accord, the more horrified the werewolf grew as it dawned on him that he wasn’t in control of his body. He even attempted to open up his mouth and demand that the ghost leave his body, but he couldn’t even do that— instead, Derek was more so a passenger inside of his own body. He could still experience every sense, smelling and feeling everything around himself, but he couldn’t move or speak on his own.

He felt his legs propel him forward, turning around to look into the mirror. Derek bristled at his own reflection which only smiled back at him, his smile eerily similar to that of the ghost’s.

What the fuck are you doing to me?! Derek roared on the inside. Get the fuck out!

The ghost only shook Derek’s head mockingly. “No way,” he said, making Derek’s body and voice say it on his behalf. “I kinda miss having a body so I’m gonna hang onto yours for a bit. The name’s Fatso, by the way.”

That’s a stupid name.

The ghost shrugged. “And this is a stupid body,” he countered, exploring Derek’s body, running his hands over it. Derek could feel every touch, unable to stop feeling himself up. “There’s barely any room inside of here. Let’s fix that.”

Derek screamed on the inside as he witnessed his stomach shudder before it expanded outwards. His gut grew in size and it rounded out as Fatso forced it to bubble out. Derek’s chiseled abs disappeared as a thick layer of fat appeared over them, going from firm to large and jiggly. It grew bigger and bigger, becoming huge and bulbous as it jutted far out in front of Derek, looking as if he’d swallowed a yoga ball instead of a ghost. To add to the inflation, even Derek’s pecs packed on some fat. They lost some of their tone as they grew larger and saggier, resting atop his enormous belly. There was still some traces of Derek’s large muscles underneath his new girth, but instead of looking like he lived in a gym, he looked more like some ex-jock who was in the middle of a perpetual bulking phase.

What the fuck did you do to me?! Derek roared on the inside, wincing as he examined his new body in the mirror. He must’ve gained well over fifty pounds, with most of it centered on his new gut. His mysterious growth had torn his t-shirt to shreds, forcing him to see all of his girth at once. Despite looking hard and solid, Derek winced at the way his gut hung over his jeans, sagging slightly.

Fatso mock-frowned. “Don’t be like that,” he taunted, putting both of his hands on the sides of Derek’s new belly and giving it a playful shake, causing it to bounce wildly. “I think you look much better with some more meat on our bones. Now there’s some food in the kitchen that we can eat.”

Eat? You mean you want me to get even fatter? Derek protested, unable to prevent his body from waddling out of the bathroom and down the hallway. His thicker thighs rolled over one another as he moved, and his rotund belly stuck so far out in front of himself that he couldn’t even see his feet. He inwardly flinched every time his foot thudded against the hardwood floor, sending a ripple through his belly and pecs.

Fatso forced Derek into the kitchen, where he made him lumber towards the fridge. Derek was surprised that when it opened, it was stocked full of food that looked like it’d just been bought earlier that day as opposed to sitting for years untouched.

Derek felt his arms lurch forward, grabbing fistfuls of various treats and snacks. 

“The only downside to being a ghost is that you can’t eat a lot of food,” Fatso lamented. “But the good thing about possessing a werewolf fleshie is that you can gorge on tons and tons of junk food. Much, much more than a human can!”

No! Wait! Derek pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Fatso eagerly shoved loads of food into Derek’s mouth, moaning loudly as he tasted all sorts of flavors. Salty, sweet, savory— all kinds of different foods were shoved down Derek’s eager throat, none of them low-calorie.

The entire time, the werewolf inwardly begged Fatso to stop gorging on so much junk food. However, the ghost was paying no attention to him, moaning loudly as he devoured everything in the fridge.

In the center of the fridge was a delicious looking, three-tiered cake with bright pink frosting. Derek could feel his mouth salivating as his eyes honed in on the monstrous dessert. 

Before Derek could uselessly plead with Fatso again, his hands grabbed at the cake as he greedily gobbled it down. All he could taste was the sugary frosting and the chocolate center of the cake, grimacing at the sweetness, yet Fatso loved it.

Derek inwardly froze when he felt something horrible: his pants felt like they were getting tighter.

It was hard to tell since Fatso controlled his line of sight, but Derek could barely make out his gut growing more and more into his field of vision. It didn’t take long for the werewolf to put two and two together to figure out that, thanks to Fatso’s overeating, he was getting even bigger.

His big belly was starting to jut even further away from his torso as it packed on even more size from the delectable cake. His pecs felt heavier as they grew in size, his nipples even stretching out from the sheer expanse of his enlarged chest. Love handles formed and drooped slightly over the edges of Derek’s pants, which felt painfully tight by now.

Pop!

The button on Derek’s pants finally gave out, ricocheting off and landing on the floor. Derek felt a sense of relief as he continued to fill out, his ass puffing out as his cheeks ballooned out and became large and squishy. To account for his larger rear, Derek could even feel his thighs starting to push closer together as they blew up. As Fatso continued to eat, Derek’s body went from bulky to chunky linebacker status, looking incredibly large as if two of him were shoved together into one body.

Fatso fit the last few bits of the cake into his mouth, swallowing it down loudly and straightening back up. He patted his large gut, satisfied, before letting out a loud burp.

“I always gotta get a big cake before every Halloween thanks to silly guys like you who want to come play detective,” he smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his distended belly. “This was nice. See ya next year?”

Derek let out another loud belch, this one accompanied by a flash of blue as Fatso left his body to fly somewhere else in the manor.

Finally in control of his body, Derek gasped loudly as he ran his shaky hands all over his enlarged form. For some strange reason, even with Fatso gone, Derek was left with his added weight, looking massive and round. He took an awkward step forward, blushing as his entire body seemed to jiggle. He couldn’t see anything past his large belly which definitely wouldn’t fit in any of his clothes anymore.

“Damn it,” Derek huffed, giving his gut a tentative poke. “I have to do so many crunches to get this down to size…” He trailed off when his stomach growled, a deep hunger taking over him.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles called out, his footsteps approaching, “still no sign of any ghosts. I’m starting to think that they’re just stories.” Stiles froze when he reached the kitchen, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of the fatter Derek.

“Um,” Derek blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I think I found a ghost—” He paused when Stiles stepped forward and placed a soft hand on his rotund belly, rubbing it up and down.

A smile forming on his face, Stiles couldn’t help but look up at the large werewolf. “Do you like belly rubs?” he asked, playfully rubbing Derek’s gut.

Although he couldn’t see it thanks to his big gut blocking his view, Derek could feel his cock rocket to attention, already oozing as Stiles gave him a belly rub. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. He blushed again as his stomach growled a second time.

“Big boy’s hungry?” Stiles teased.

Derek just eagerly nodded, looking forward to eating cake and getting more belly rubs from Stiles. 

All in all, it turned out to be the best Halloween of Derek’s life.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 15: Caveman

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Derek wasn’t proud to admit it, but he had a little bit of a jealous side.

Nothing brought out the green-eyed monster more than watching some guy try to flirt with Stiles, or even hearing Stiles comment on how hot he thought a certain actor was. The other day, Stiles was talking to Lydia, and he’d mentioned how he’d thought that the new Superman actor was cute. Derek had to swallow down a growl, and he’d not-so-subtly changed into his Superman t-shirt afterwards.

Stiles didn’t seem to mind too much, or if he did, he didn’t say anything. He’d usually just laugh it off and give his husband a big hug, trying to calm him down.

This all came to a culmination when the water heater when out. 

“Der, I had to call a plumber to come fix the water heater,” Stiles told the werewolf. “He said he should be here soon.”

Derek just grunted from his spot on the sofa. He mindlessly munched on beef jerky as he watched TV, clad in just his sweatpants. He was so caught up in watching Alexander Skarsgård swinging through the jungle as Tarzan, that he’d barely heard the doorbell ring. 

“I’ll get it!” Stiles called out as he hurried over to the front door, swinging it wide open. 

“Hello, Mr. Hale,” a deep voice bellowed out, making Derek perk up, “I’m Chase, I’m here to fix your water heater.”

“Oh yes!” Stiles breathed, sounding relieved. “Come in, please.”

Derek turned around to stare down the other man who entered his house, frowning at the muscular stud who followed behind Stiles. The alpha werewolf couldn’t help but narrow his eyes in the direction of the plumber who wore a blue uniform. The young man was so built and muscular that he left the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showing off his impressive hairy pecs. His sleeves were rolled up, allowing his bowling ball sized biceps to curl out of them. In front of his tight jeans was a large bulge that made it look like the young man was smuggling a grapefruit in his pants. And when the plumber walked, his firm butt pressed tantalizingly against his jeans which were so tight that they rode a little low, giving credence to the term “Plumber’s Crack”. His dirty blond hair was combed in that style that made it look slightly messy, but sill manageable, and his lantern jaw was covered in masculine stubble. The dude seriously looked like he’d been ripped straight out of a porno.

Immediately, jealousy surged though Derek and he felt himself leap off the couch and hurry over towards Stiles, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist. He puffed out his own sizable pecs and forced a smile on his face. “Yes,” Derek almost growled, his voice rougher than intended, “please come into our home.”

Stiles shot him a look.

Chase only smirked as he entered the home, his heavy footsteps thudding loudly as he followed behind the couple.

“The water heater’s in the basement,” Stiles babbled on. “It went out last night and the water’s been ice cold ever since. You’re a real lifesaver for coming on such short notice.”

“It’s all part of the job,” Chase said, giving Stiles a crooked grin.

Derek bit down on his lower lip to hold back his snarl. “I could’ve fixed it,” he added hurriedly, “but I have a lot on plate since I run my own auto shop. So you know, management is very time-consuming work that only tough guys can do.”

“Wh-what?” Stiles wondered aloud.

Chase shrugged it off. “Sure,” he coughed. “A lot of wives tend to call me when their husbands can’t fix a simple appliance. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

Derek saw red and his fists shook with rage. He had to take a few deep breaths to prevent himself from phasing on the spot and mauling the cocky plumber… when a devious plan entered his head.

“It’s, uh, kinda hot down here,” he stated, forcing a toothy grin onto his face, “why don’t I get us some drinks.”

“I can get them,” Stiles offered.

“No!” Derek hurried, as he practically sprinted back up the basement stairs towards the kitchen. The werewolf tore through the cabinets as he grabbed three cups, making sure to grab Stiles’s favorite Superman glass. He then snatched the jug of Crystal Light out of the fridge before grabbing the secret ingredient from under the sink.

Derek couldn’t help but smile maniacally at the translucent powder that possessed a pink shimmer to it. It was a magical powder that Peter had made, claiming that it would cause “Embarrassing Side Affects that varied from person to person”. Derek had no clue exactly what that entailed, but he figured that annoying, sexy Chase would be the perfect tester to try it out.

The jealous werewolf made sure to pour Stiles’s glass first, setting it far away on the counter so that it wouldn’t come into accidental contact with the powder. That left two unmarked cups, and in his haste, Derek filled them both to the brim with the red Crystal Light. He then dumped a large spoonful of the mysterious powder into one of the glasses, marveling as it immediately dissolved, leaving zero trace of its presence behind. The giddy werewolf was so caught up in imagining all of the humiliating scenarios that played in his head involving Chase, that he put the jug of Crystal Light back into the fridge without memorizing which glass he’d spiked with the powder.

Derek froze as he stared at the two unmarked glasses on the counter, both of hem equally filled up with red juice. 

“Damn it,” he snarled, making move to dump them both down the sink to try again, but then something caught his ears.

The werewolf bristled as he heard Stiles’s laughter echo out from the basement, the deep bellowing of Chase’s annoying voice trailing behind.

With a ferocious growl, Derek dumped a spoonful of the powder into each of the unmarked glasses. He grabbed all three of them and raced back down the stairs, eager to break up the laughing session between the stupid plumber and his husband.

“H-hey, what’s so funny?” Derek asked, forcing a cheerful smile onto his face as he walked down the basement stairs. Despite his grin, his eyes narrowed in Chase’s direction. He walked up to Stiles and handed him the Superman glass that wasn’t spiked with the embarrassing potion.

“Chase here went to Beacon Hills High, too!” Stiles exclaimed. “I knew he looked familiar. We were in the same Spanish class.” He looked over towards the plumber. “You’ve put on some serious muscle.”

Chase held his head up high as he flexed a large bicep. “Yeah, I’ve been getting into bodybuilding,” he grunted. “You should check out my Instagram. I post tons of progress photos there.”

Over my dead body, Derek wanted to say, but instead he held out a glass for Chase. “Here,” he forcefully smiled, “I hope you like Crystal Light.”

“Thanks,” Chase obliviously said, accepting the glass and bringing it up to his full lips. He paused for a second, eying the water heater in the corner of the basement. “Oh, I can see a leak from here.”

“A leak?!” Stiles repeated incredulously, rushing forward to inspect the large machine as best as he could. “Where?”

Chase lumbered towards him, positioning himself way too close for Derek’s liking. “There,” he said, pointing towards a small spray of water.

For the millionth time, Derek was seeing red, beyond irritated that the muscleman was getting close and personal to his husband. In his anger, he briefly forgot that he was supposed to wait for Chase to take the first sip of his drink, and brought the glass up to his own lips to take a large gulp of the sweet juice.

Instantaneously, Derek’s eyes widened when he’d realized his mistake, quickly placing the half-emptied glass onto a nearby fixture. His heart raced in his chest as he waited for something to happen, holding his breath as he prepared for the worst.

“Damn,” Stiles frowned as he examined the leak, “do you see this, Derek?”

“Derek see,” Derek bellowed, his voice sounding much deeper and guttural than normal, making the werewolf flinch in shock. He had no idea why he’d referred to himself in the third person, so he cleared his throat and tried a second time. “Ook!”

Stiles only chuckled, his back still turned to Derek, thinking that his husband was just trying to be cute.

Meanwhile, Derek’s panic grew when he felt himself beginning to itch. He looked down at his chest and gasped as he watched wisps of black hair sprout all over his toned pectorals. The naturally smooth werewolf was stunned silent as he watched his hair thicken, and not just over his chest. He held his shaky hands up in front of his face, paling as hair grew over his arms, traveling towards his wrists and even his knuckles.

Derek felt his center of gravity rapidly shift, and he stumbled on his feet, falling over. He managed to catch himself before hitting the hard ground. Yet, he noticed that he was perched using his knuckles for support, reminding him of those lumbering gorillas he’d seen on TV. He tried to stand up straight on his two legs, but he could make it about halfway before toppling back down on all fours like an ape.

As a final touch, Derek nearly went cross eyed as he watched the bulge in his sweatpants steadily grow larger. The bulge inflated as it grew, causing his enlarged cock to stiffen and snake down his pant leg, looking ridiculously big on his toned, hairy form.

His heart raced in his hairy chest as Derek realized that he’d turned into some sort of monkey man. “Derek feel funny,” he muttered in his deeper voice, bristling at the awkward way he spoke. His thoughts were still coherent, but he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate with what he wanted to say.

“Huh?” Stiles asked, looking over his shoulder before gasping at his hunched over, hairy husband. “Derek?! What the hell happened?!”

“Ook! Ook!” Derek bellowed, jumping up and down in his crouched position. His blush deepened when Stiles walked up to him, standing tall above his hunched over body.

Chase only glanced over this broad shoulder before shrugging and continuing to examine the water heater.

At the sight of Chase’s glare, Derek felt his possessive side spark once more. However, instead of silently brooding, the werewolf felt himself puff out his hairy chest. His muscles tensed, he beat at his chest with both of his meaty fists, mimicking a large gorilla. Again, he internally winced at his uncontrollable actions, but he couldn’t help it. Derek could only bare his teeth as he beat his chest intimidatingly.

Stiles’s eyebrows lowered slowly as he put the pieces together gradually. “Ohhh,” he hummed, eying the glass of Crystal Light.

Derek stopped beating his chest and cheekily smiled up at his husband. “Ook!” he grunted, nuzzling against the other man’s leg in an attempt at an apology.

Stiles snickered a little bit. “You’re silly, Derek, you know that right?” he chuckled as he ran his fingers through Derek’s hair.

“Ook! Ook!” Derek happily cheered as he bounced in place, his hard cock bobbing up and down wildly in his sweats. It wasn’t his intention to turn himself into some feral caveman, but he couldn’t deny that he liked how Stiles was paying much more attention to him now than he was to Chase.

“Your husband’s weird,” Chase muttered, rolling his eyes at Derek, who only beat his chest in uncontrollable response. The muscled plumber finally brought the glass of red Crystal Light up to his lips, taking a loud gulp.

“Ook!” Derek grunted as he watched the changes happen automatically.

Chase must not have felt anything, but as he drank down the cursed drink, Derek and Stiles stared in awe as the large bulge in front of his pants shuddered before growing less prominent. The previous mound that had looked like a grapefruit grew smaller and smaller by the second until the front of Chase’s jeans were flat and unremarkable.

When the glass was empty, Chase lowered it and wiped his lips. “This tastes kinda funny,” he said, freezing up in fear at the sound of his voice. His usual deep baritone was gone, replaced with a cartoonish voice that was hilariously high-pitched and squeaky, sounding just like a chipmunk’s.

Stiles had to cover his mouth to keep from bursting into hysterics.

“Oook! Ook!” Derek bellowed, happily slamming his fists down onto the ground in victory. He couldn’t hide the dim smile that stretched out his face, and he puffed out his hairier chest with pride.

Chase blushed a little and cleared his throat. “Um, *ahem, what I meant to say, *ahem, what’s wrong with my voice?!” The muscle man clutched at his throat, his face burning red at the sound of his cartoonish voice.

Stiles, unable to contain himself, broke down and doubled over with laughter. “That’s not it!” he guffawed, tears welling up in his eyes at the sight of the squeaky-voice muscleman.

“What do you mean?” Chase squeaked, stomping his foot in irritation, his voice making it sound more like he was throwing a tantrum than trying to be threatening.

“Tiny!” Derek managed to say, bouncing up and down excitedly on his feet and fists, like a chimp at the zoo.

“‘Tiny’?” Chase repeated, still blushing over the sound of his new voice. His eyes followed the direction of Derek’s stare. He gasped when he saw the flat front of his jeans and immediately unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down. The pathetic two inch nub looked completely out of place on Chase’s muscled frame. It was so small and puny that it was barely noticeable in his trimmed bush.

Chase screamed, his voice sounding even higher than before. He yanked his pants up and ran up the stairs in a hurry, exiting the house in a panic.

Stiles continued to laugh for a few more minutes before he was able to slightly contain himself. “That, haha, wasn’t nice Derek,” he tried to frown, but his chuckling ruined the mood he was trying to portray.

Still, Derek hung his head in shame. “Derek sorry,” he muttered in his slow voice.

Stiles smiled down at his husband and ran an admiring hand through his thick hair. “It’s okay, I guess,” he hummed. “You don’t have to be so jealous, Sourwolf. I love you.”

At this, Derek felt himself perk up, his lengthened cock rocketing to attention. The caveman werewolf beat his hairy chest with pride, a wide smile on his dim face. He then reached over and tossed Stiles over his shoulder, carrying him upstairs towards their bedroom as he readied to show his husband just what a wild man he now was.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 18: Cockgrowth

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Derek was an alpha werewolf, and with that, he was seen as the epitome of lupine masculinity. He towered over the other male werewolves in his pack and his muscles were always larger, more so due to his alpha genetics. He couldn’t help but also be turned on by the incredible size difference between himself and his boyfriend, Stiles. Derek was almost two feet taller and almost twice as wide muscular-wise. Derek Hale was an alpha through and through, with one tiny exception.

Derek’s cock was only four and a half inches.

Being below the national average for humans, Derek was humiliated over his subpar size. Over time, he’d fallen into the trope of being the big, mighty alpha who would pick on the smaller guy as a means of compensation for his size. And he’d counted himself extremely lucky that his boyfriend, Stiles, had been a virgin when they’d started dating, and therefore wasn’t really aware of the fact that his boyfriend’s dick was only about one inch away from being considered “micro”.

“Babe, do you think I’m small?” Derek frowned one night, looking down at his tiny dick that barely tented out his boxers.

Stiles, oblivious to his boyfriend’s inner turmoil, simply shrugged. “Don’t worry, Derek,” he’d smiled. “You’re the perfect size for me.”

“That’s not what I asked…”

One night, Derek had seen a mysterious Internet ad that promised “Significant Penile Growth” through some expensive pills. Desperate, Derek had immediately grabbed his credit card and ordered the pills. Once they arrived to his house, Derek wasted no time in ripping the package open and swallowing down a few of the tiny, blue capsules.

After swallowing the pill, it didn’t take long for Derek’s tiny cock to go rigid. The pert little thumb was rock hard, feeling as if Derek was harder than ever. His cock throbbed like crazy, and the werewolf barely registered any thought before his hand traveled south to wrap itself around his small cock and begin jerking off.

Derek couldn’t help but moan loudly as he toyed with his hard cock, his brain going numb from the pleasure that ripped throughout his muscled body.

Suddenly, Derek felt his fingers steadily start to be pushed apart.

“Huh?” he wondered aloud as he looked down at his cock, his eyes widening at what he saw.

As his cock throbbed, right at the pinnacle of hardness, Derek’s cock grew in both length and girth. As Derek jerked off, his cock would throb and jut further away from his body, gradually growing thicker by the second, causing his grip to loosen.

“Holy shit!” Derek cried with glee as his cock grew. “It’s growing!”

The alpha beamed as he witnessed his little cock go from four and a half inches to five, then six, seven, and eight. It thickened up from thin to the girth akin to a soda can, looking large and powerful— just as an alpha’s should.

But then it kept growing.

“Uh, th-that’s enough,” Derek muttered as his cock grew past the nine inch mark, his head almost purple from how hard he was. Precum started to drool out of it like a leaky faucet, and its sensitivity seemed to grow in intensity as did its girth.

Not to be outdone, the alpha’s balls grew in size as well, lowering and thickening to the size of ripe lemons. The thick size of his quads forced Derek’s newly enlarged package to be thrusted forward, his enlarged cock starting to look more like a third arm.

Derek could no longer keep his fingers touching each other, his girthy new cock becoming too large. He had to use his other hand to grip at it, his horniness overwhelming his panic as he jerked off his enlarged cock with both hands. It continued to grow to enormous proportions, finally passing the thirteen inch mark when—

“Uunnghh!” Derek squealed as he came, his muscles tensing up. His huge balls spewed out a large amount of cum, spraying all over the bedroom. It was significantly more than he’d ever came before, cum splattering everywhere at his feet and creating a mess.

It was such an intense orgasm that Derek was left panting, struggling to catch his breath. His meaty pecs heaving, Derek had to press his hand against the wall to steady himself. Finally softening, his mighty cock dangled past his knees, ridiculously long and thick, much past any reasonable proportions.

“What am I supposed to do with a dick this big?” Derek panicked, his eyes wide as he stared down at the massive anaconda that was his cock. Having spent so many years on the other side of the spectrum with a tiny cock, Derek was starting to feel apprehensive about having a cock that was too big… if that was even a thing.

His heart raced in his chest as Derek tried to think of ways he could even get dressed with a cock as big as his was now. There was no way he could manage to fit it into his pants, and even if he could, his huge cock and balls would press against whatever fabric dared to conceal it; its outline would be noticeable to anyone he passed by on the street without a doubt. Images of himself walking around in public with his swinging monster cock flickered into his mind, making him blush with humiliation. At least with his tiny cock, no one could see the outline of his dick through his pants. Now he doubted that any of his pants would even fit him in the first place!

Derek’s shaky hand gave his newly enlarged cock a tentative poke, and his knees buckled at the tidal wave of pleasure that rippled through him at that mere touch. “Oohh,” Derek moaned loudly as his cock rocketed to its full thirteen inches again, looking as thick as his muscular forearm. His head seemed as large as an apple, and it flushed as his cock throbbed with want all over again.

As Derek worried about his new girth, he didn’t hear Stiles walk upstairs and enter the bedroom.

“Hey, Der, can I borrow your chapstick— holy shit!” he gasped in utter shock when he saw the sheer size of his boyfriend’s cock. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the first thing that he thought was that there was no way he’d be able to fit that thing inside of him.

“Oh, uh,” Derek blushed, his enormous cock throbbing in front of him. When he turned to the side, it was so large that it knocked over some of the objects on the nightstand, causing them to clatter loudly to the floor. “I just took a pill that said that it’d make me bigger, but I think it worked a little too well.” Despite his panic, Derek’s hard cock twitched as he looked over at his boyfriend, the thirteen inch monster aching with intense want.

“I, uh, I see that,” Stiles mumbled, unable to look away.

Derek scratched at the back of his head nervously. “Do you think you could help me out with this?” he asked, gesturing down at his massive cock. “It’s a bit unwieldy.”

“I don’t think that’ll fit,” Stiles admitted, “but I could try to jerk it off for you?”

Derek took what he could get, and hurried over towards Stiles, his giant cock bobbing wildly in front of him with every step. 

Stiles reached over and grabbed Derek’s large cock with both hands, loving how Derek’s head rolled back as he moaned with pleasure. Thanks to its exaggerated size, Stiles couldn’t wrap his hands around it all the way, so he was left to gripping it as best as he could, having to jerk it off with both of his hands. The head was much too large for Stiles to suck on, but he still leaned forward and playfully ran his tongue over the head, pausing to flick his tongue over the sensitive slit.

The whole time, Derek was rendered a lustful mess. He couldn’t prevent his loud moans from echoing throughout the bedroom, his large cock being extremely sensitive. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and all of his thoughts turned to mush as he was pleasured. His boyfriend’s hands on his dick was brining much more pleasure than any sex that they’d ever had before, and already Derek was thinking of how his sex life would be different. Given his cock’s new massive size, he knew that he’d be rendered to being jerked off or rutting against Stiles from now on, or even bottoming every now and then.

Derek tensed up as he came, blowing the largest load of his life, leaving him spent and panting. The force of his orgasm left Derek leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. “Damn,” he breathed, “that’s new.” The alpha werewolf’s large cock dangled soft past his knees once more, and as his head started to clear, all he could think about was how much more of an alpha he must’ve looked like given his enormous cock that easily out-sized any other alpha’s.