Peter Just Had To Mouth Off At The Gym, Calling One Of The Musclemen A "Roided Up Simpleton".

Peter just had to mouth off at the gym, calling one of the musclemen a "Roided up simpleton".

Over the next few days, the pompous werewolf was surprised to find himself packing on pounds of bulky muscle, complete with a protruding roid gut. All of his clothes were skintight, and despite the initial panic that he'd felt, Peter was finding himself unable to do anything but admire his vast form in the mirror as time went on. If anything, he was forgetting being a trimmed guy at all, only able to think about lifting, posing, and showing off for Stiles.

Speaking of, his boyfriend Stiles, was trying to find a cure, scanning through a magical book as Peter flexed his massive pecs.

"You're really getting big, Peter," Stiles told him, a concerned yet turned on tone in his voice. "I think I might have a lead on how I can help you fix this."

"Sounds good, Bruh," Peter laughed in his deep voice. "I'm getting so fuckin' swole! I already topped 300 pounds this morning. Check how huge these guns are!" Peter, a dim grin on his face, performed a double biceps pose, the fabric of his button down shirt ripping to shreds with the action. "Come and feel 'em, Little Man." He coyly bent forward and flexed his exposed mountain of muscle in front of his boyfriend's shocked face.

Stiles immediately tossed the magic book to the floor. "Maybe we can see if you can top 400 pounds!" he drooled as he ran admiring hands over Peter's bulging bicep.

At the behest of his manager, Ian Bohen got some lip filler. He'd initially just wanted a little injection to add some volume. However, he soon realized that he'd been injected with too much for his liking.

Now Ian walks around with a perpetual duck-face. Not only that, but the actor was humiliated to find his speech pattern mysteriously affected by the odd lip filler too. Despite his inner turmoil, the hunk was embarrassed to do anything but talk in an exaggerated ditzy manner, his sentences peppered with "like" and other flamboyant mannerisms.

One day, Ian stormed into his manager's office, hands on his hips irritatedly. "So, like, did the doctor even say when my lips will, like, turn back to normal?" he huffed.

His manager shrugged his broad shoulders. "Hate to break it to you, Ian," he hummed. "But the doc said that they gave you a permanent solution."

Ian felt his heart sink as he stared in the mirror that was in the office, bristling as it looked like he was teasingly pursing his plump lips at his reflection. "So, I'm, like, stuck like this?" he whimpered.

"It's not too bad," the manager tried to reassure the big-lipped actor, "you were so busy being shy that you didn't notice that you've received a ton of role offers. Get this, people are willing to pay big money to see those DSL's in action! Whaddya say?"

Ian blushed, not wanting to be some porn star with huge lips who sucked cock after cock. He was going to shoot the offer down immediately, but instead his new lips forced him to say, "I, like, totally can't wait!"

In an effort to court Stiles, Peter has been working out some more.

One day, Stiles walked into his bathroom and was shocked to see the naked werewolf waiting there for him expectantly.

"Can you help me wash my back?" Peter teasingly asked him. "My lats are too big, and I can't reach it." To emphasize his point, he flexed his large, hairy muscles.

Stiles couldn't even get a response out as he tore his clothes off.

After a run in with a mysterious talisman, Peter and Derek Hale wound up swapping bodies.

At first the two werewolves were horrified and desperate to figure out a way to turn themselves back to normal. However, Peter, being the mischievous man he is, decided to at least have a little fun while in Derek's body.

"What's that?" Derek scowled, looking at his former body that only smirked back at him as he entered the loft.

Peter laughed, pulling his shoulders back to thrust his chest out, showing off the large lumps that pressed against his shirt. "Got your nipples pierced," he laughed. "Looks good, right?"

Derek turned red, speechless.

"I was thinkin' about dying my hair too," Peter continued. "What do you think about bubblegum pink?"

Coach was always a hardass on the baseball team, so the players decided to band together and teach him a lesson. What they didn't account for was that he'd love it! The older man absolutely loved walking around with his inflated rear on perpetual display, constantly showing off for the college jocks who found themselves growing incredibly turned on around the bottom-heavy DILF...

Dang! Eric's getting huge!