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I think having an artist as a girlfriend would be awesome. At random she might just decide to draw you looking real nice, really putting detail into what she likes best about you. I think we occasionally need to see ourselves through another’s eyes to bypass our inner critic and self doubt so we can see how we really look. In a mirror even the smallest blemish can cover your whole body. Even knowing this it can still be kinda hard to not get all bent out of shape at times. I’ve just adapted to carrying contentment for the little things and all the stuff I love best about myself in the present, meanwhile instead of despairing for the fact I’m not yet at my destination; I stay hungry for the future, the journeys, and the progress I make. So whether I am gaining weight or losing weight, whether I feel fat or thin: I can remain happy with something about myself. Besides, what is the point of looking the way I want if I’m just going to persist in my self-deprecation? What use am I if I can’t happily share of myself with others? Not everyone is going to love my personality, some people find me quite annoying, but it’s for those who love my personality that are truly valuable- and it’s with those who love the whole person that I most want to share my time with.
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AI GENERATED STORY OUTLINE: FATSO IS WILDING OUT WITH THIS KOREAN HUNK
In the dim, musty locker room of the old gym, the fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Joon, a Korean bodybuilder with muscles sculpted like a Greek god, wiped the sweat from his brow. He'd just finished an intense workout, and his body glistened with perspiration, highlighting every chiseled contour.
Unbeknownst to him, Fatso, one of the notorious Ghostly Trio, hovered nearby, invisible but watching with keen interest. "Damn, these muscleheads. Always so serious, always so focused. Time for some real fun," Fatso mused, a mischievous grin spreading across his spectral face.
Joon, completely unaware of the ghostly presence, began to strip off his gym clothes. As he admired his reflection in the mirror, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden chill in the air. "What the hell...?" he muttered, looking around but seeing nothing.
Fatso took this as his cue. He materialized just behind Joon, his translucent form shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "Guess what, big guy? You're about to have the time of your life," Fatso whispered, his voice echoing eerily in the confined space.
Before Joon could react, Fatso lunged forward. His ghostly essence seemed to turn into a swirling vortex, and in a horrifying instant, he forced himself into Joon's open mouth. The sensation was both cold and invasive, like an icy windstorm tearing through his insides.
Joon's eyes bulged in shock as he felt Fatso pushing deeper, his hands clawing desperately at his throat. "N-no...! What... is... happening...?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Fatso's laughter echoed in Joon's mind as he continued his takeover. "Relax, big guy. Just enjoy the ride." Joon's resistance weakened, his muscular arms dropping limply to his sides as his body was overwhelmed by the ghostly presence.
Finally, Joon's eyes, now glowing with a mischievous light, reflected the completion of the possession. Fatso had full control. He stretched Joon's new body, flexing the powerful muscles and feeling the raw strength coursing through his veins.
"Well, well, look at this," Fatso said, his voice a bizarre mix of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly rasp. "Usually, I go for the fat guys, but there's a first time for everything. And possessing a Korean hunk? Now that's a twist!"
He flexed Joon's biceps, admiring the sheer power. "Damn, this is something else. These muscles are incredible."
Fatso's hands roamed freely over Joon's body, exploring every inch with a mix of curiosity and lust. He fondled the firm pecs, squeezing them with greedy delight. "Nice and firm. Never had a body like this before. So strong, so... perfect."
His hands moved lower, cupping Joon's round, firm ass cheeks and giving them a playful squeeze. "Not bad, not bad at all."
As Fatso's exploration grew more intimate, he slid a hand down Joon's abs, savoring the rigid contours before reaching the growing bulge in the bodybuilder's shorts. "Let's see what this body can really do," he murmured, pulling down Joon's shorts to reveal his throbbing cock.
Fatso began to stroke Joon's member, feeling the rush of arousal that came with it. "Oh yeah, this is more like it," he groaned, the pleasure intensifying as he continued to masturbate with Joon's powerful hands.
"This is amazing. The strength, the control... it's intoxicating," Fatso moaned, his voice thick with lust. He watched in the mirror as Joon's body responded to his every whim, the muscles tensing and relaxing under his command.
As Fatso's strokes became more vigorous, he relished the feeling of Joon's body nearing climax. He glanced at Joon's protein shake on the bench, an idea forming. "Fuck, this feels incredible," he groaned, his voice a mix of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly echo.
With a final, intense stroke, Fatso pushed Joon's body over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as he directed the stream of cum into Joon's protein shake. "Ohhh, yes!" Fatso shouted, the ecstasy overwhelming him.
As the pleasure subsided, Fatso leaned back, admiring his handiwork. He picked up the protein shake, giving it a little swirl. "Mmm, extra protein," he said with a wicked grin, raising the shake to his lips. He took a long, deliberate sip, savoring the taste. "Delicious," he said, licking his lips. "This body is going to be a lot of fun."
With a satisfied smirk, Fatso settled into his new form, already plotting his next move. The ghost had found a new playground in Joon's perfect body, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon.
Possessed Joon returned home, his muscular frame barely fitting through the doorway of his modest apartment. Fatso, now fully in control of Joon's body, reveled in the newfound strength and power. The ghost couldn't help but flex in front of the mirror, admiring the way Joon's muscles bulged and rippled with each movement.
"Gotta keep the protein up, don't you, big boy?" Fatso chuckled, his voice a sinister blend of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly rasp. He flexed Joon's biceps, enjoying the sight of the massive muscles. "Look at these guns. Damn, I've never had a body like this."
As the evening wore on, a gnawing hunger began to build within him. "Alright, time to feed this beast," Fatso said, grabbing Joon's phone. He scrolled through the food delivery app, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "When in Rome, why not?"
He quickly navigated to a food delivery app and ordered a large helping of Korean fried chicken, grinning with anticipation. "This is gonna be good," he muttered, pacing the room as he hungrily awaited the arrival of his meal. "Can't wait to tear into that chicken."
When the delivery finally arrived, Fatso practically ripped the bag open, his mouth watering at the sight of the crispy, golden chicken. But as he rummaged through the contents, he realized something was missing. "They forgot the sauce. You've gotta be kidding me."
An idea formed in his twisted mind, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, time to improvise."
Fatso unzipped Joon's pants, pulling out the bodybuilder's thick cock. He began to stroke it, his oily hands sliding up and down the shaft. "Mmm, this is gonna be one hell of a sauce," he groaned, the pleasure building quickly.
It didn't take long for Fatso to reach the edge, his strokes becoming more frantic. With a final, intense gasp, he came, directing the stream of cum all over the fried chicken. "Ohhh, yes," he moaned, the ecstasy overwhelming him for a moment.
Panting, Fatso picked up a piece of chicken, now dripping with his improvised sauce. "Delicious," he said with a wicked grin, taking a big, sloppy bite. The taste was a bizarre mix of salty and savory, and he devoured it like a pig, juices running down his chin.
His hunger only grew as he ate, the greasy chicken and his own cum combining in a perverse feast. He chewed loudly, savoring every grotesque bite. "Damn, this is good. Who knew adding a personal touch could be so tasty?"
When he ran out of sauce, Fatso didn't hesitate. He used his oily hands to lube up Joon's cock again, stroking it with renewed vigor. "More sauce coming right up," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. With another intense climax, he sprayed more cum over the remaining chicken, laughing maniacally as he did.
Fatso ate with abandon, his body shaking with pleasure and gluttony. Each bite was a perverse delight, the taste and texture pushing him further into his twisted enjoyment. "Mmm, can't get enough of this. This body's got some stamina, that's for sure."
As he continued to feast, Fatso's belly began to swell, a food baby forming from the sheer amount he consumed. He leaned back in the chair, rubbing his bloated stomach with a satisfied smirk. "Now that's what I call a meal," he said, licking his fingers clean. "This body is going to be a lot of fun."
He flexed his muscles again, this time with a bit of difficulty due to the fullness in his gut. "Look at this, a perfect mix of muscle and... indulgence," Fatso chuckled, feeling the tension in Joon's powerful limbs.
With a contented groan, Fatso slid his hands over his distended belly, feeling the firm yet yielding flesh. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. This is what it means to live... well, possess... in style." He laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment. "I think I'm gonna like it here."
Fatso stretched out, already plotting his next indulgence. The ghost had found a new playground in Joon's perfect body, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon. "This is just the beginning," he murmured to himself, his hands still caressing his bloated belly. "There's so much more fun to be had."
BONUS PT: STRIKE A POSE
The studio was buzzing with energy as the photoshoot for the latest fitness magazine issue was about to begin. Joon, or rather, Fatso inhabiting Joon's muscular body, stood in the center, exuding confidence and raw power. The bright lights illuminated every chiseled line and curve of his physique, making his muscles look even more impressive.
The photographer, a young man named Eric, was setting up his camera and adjusting the lighting. He couldn't help but steal glances at Joon's impressive form, clad only in tight, form-fitting underwear that left little to the imagination.
"Alright, Joon, let's start with some strong poses," Eric instructed, trying to maintain his professional demeanor despite his obvious admiration for Joon's body.
Joon flexed his biceps, striking a pose that showcased his incredible muscle definition. Eric began snapping photos, his camera capturing every detail of Joon's physique.
"So, Joon," Eric said, trying to make small talk as he continued shooting, "what's your fitness routine like? How do you maintain such an amazing body?"
Fatso, unrestrained and uninhibited, smirked. "Oh, you know, gorging on food and having sex all the time. That's my secret workout."
Eric's face turned a deep shade of red, clearly taken aback by Joon's blunt response. "Uh, really? That's, um, interesting."
Joon grinned, enjoying the reaction. "Yeah, nothing like a good feast and some wild fucking to keep these muscles in shape." He flexed again, his erection beginning to strain against the tight fabric of his underwear.
Eric continued snapping photos, but his focus was wavering. Joon noticed and decided to push further, feeling a mischievous thrill. "Looks like you're enjoying this shoot as much as I am," he said, stepping closer to Eric. "You wanna worship this body, don’t you?"
Eric swallowed hard, his professional facade crumbling. "I... I mean, you're in amazing shape, Joon. It's hard not to be impressed."
Joon chuckled, his voice low and seductive. "Go ahead, touch me." He flexed his pecs, making them bounce provocatively. "Feel what real muscle feels like."
Eric hesitated for a moment, then reached out with trembling hands, caressing Joon's hard pecs. "Wow, you're... incredible," he murmured, his fingers exploring the contours of Joon's chest.
"Suck on them," Joon commanded, pushing Eric's head toward his pecs. Eric's lips closed around Joon’s nipple, sucking and licking eagerly. Joon's erection grew even harder, straining against his underwear.
"Good boy," Joon growled, pulling Eric up and turning him around, pressing him against a nearby table. With quick, practiced movements, Joon removed Eric's pants, exposing his ass. Without hesitation, he began to fuck Eric from behind, thrusting with raw, powerful strokes.
Suddenly, Eric's phone rang. He reached for it, but Joon grabbed it first, smirking. "Better keep this call professional," Joon growled, putting the phone on loudspeaker.
"Hello?" the voice of Eric's boss came through the speaker. "How's the shoot going?"
Joon continued to thrust, unbothered by the call. "It’s going great," Eric managed to say, his voice strained as he tried to sound normal. Joon grinned, relishing the situation.
"Yeah, everything’s on schedule," Joon chimed in casually, giving no indication of what was really happening. He thrust harder, making Eric stifle a moan.
"Glad to hear it," the boss said. "Make sure to get plenty of shots of Joon’s physique. We want this to be our best issue yet."
"Of course, sir," Eric replied, his voice shaking slightly. Joon laughed softly, his thrusts never slowing.
"We’re getting some amazing shots, aren’t we?" Joon said, squeezing Eric's hips. "Y-yes," Eric stammered, desperately trying to maintain his composure.
The call finally ended, and the phone clicked off. Joon immediately grabbed Eric’s hair, pulling his head back. "Now, where were we?" he growled, pulling out and shoving his dick into Eric’s mouth. "Eat up, boy. A skinny guy like you needs protein if you wanna be a big boy like me."
Eric gagged slightly but began to suck eagerly, his hands gripping Joon’s thighs. Joon fucked his mouth with powerful thrusts, feeling his climax building. "Yeah, take it all," he groaned, his muscles flexing.
With a final thrust, Joon came, filling Eric’s mouth with his cum. Eric swallowed desperately, his belly swelling with the sheer volume. Joon continued thrusting, milking every drop.
Finally, both of them reached their peak. Eric, overwhelmed, collapsed on the floor, his belly distended from the cum he’d consumed. Joon looked down, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Look at you, all bloated and full," he said, caressing Eric’s swollen belly. "That’s what a real meal looks like."
Fatso, still in control of Joon’s body, reveled in the moment. He flexed his muscles one last time, admiring the scene. "This body is going to have so much fun," he murmured, his hand resting on the passed-out Eric's cum-filled belly.
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.
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