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Stiles, red in the face from obviously trying to hold back a laugh, approached the older werewolf. With the Bestiary in hand, he tapped on Peter’s broad shoulder.
“Hey Peter?” he asked, his voice cracking as he struggled to maintain composure.
“Hmm?” Peter answered, casually looking back at the human, his interest already piqued.
Stiles held out the ancient-looking text, putting on his cutest puppy look. “Can you please read this passage?” he asked. “I’m having a little trouble.”
Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes, but on the inside he was melting at the look Stiles gave him. “Fine,” he sighed, grabbing the Bestiary, not-so-subtly allowing his fingers to graze Stiles’s. He studied the mysterious looking writing, unsure as to what it meant. “Um, cranius reductus frazos imperatum...?”
A slight shudder ran through the werewolf and he swayed on his feet a little bit. He blinked away the stars that filled his vision, seeing that Stiles’s smile had grown exponentially, and he couldn’t help but grin back.
“What is it...” Peter asked, but trailed off when he heard the way his voice sounded like he’d been sucking on helium. “*Ahem, what’s so funny... what’s wrong with my voice?”
The werewolf confusedly looked around the room, his eyes stopping as soon as he saw his warped reflection in the mirror on the wall.
“What happened to me?!” he roared/squeaked when he saw that his head was the size of a pomegranate. He held his hands up in front of his face in shock, freaked out over how humongous they appeared to him with his changed perspective. Everything in the room looked bigger and much farther away. His shoulders seemed as if they’d broadened outwards and his chest was much thicker... however, he knew that it was all a trick of his changed perspective. Everything was the same. His head was just tiny.
Stiles finally lost his composure and burst out into hysterics. “Deaton taught me that little spell!” he laughed, holding onto his sides as the tiny-headed werewolf glared at him.
“You better fix this!” Peter growled as he tried to look intimidating. However, with his tiny head and his high-pitched voice, he felt more ridiculous than anything.
“Don’t look so mad, Peter. It should wear off by tomorrow morning... I hope.”
Isn't it awful when someone comes dressed in the same costume as you on Halloween, and they look better?
Poor Derek...
And Happy Halloween!
Peter's been working out, making sure to take plenty of selfies to send to Stiles... much to Derek's chagrin.
Ever since Stiles had caught him reading his diary (and yes, Peter scoffed at the fact that the human kept a diary), Peter had been feeling a bit off.
The werewolf had barely slept a wink that night, images of a red-faced Stiles spitting in a hateful tone, "Nosey!"
Peter tried to shake it off, and he eventually did almost forget about it. However, he realized the second that he looked in the mirror that not only had Stiles yelled at him, but he'd also cursed him.
"What the hell?" Peter barked, wincing both at the nasally quality to his voice and the fact that his nose had seemingly grown three times overnight. It wasn't like a Pinocchio-esque growth where only the tip elongated, but the shocked werewolf's entire nose had managed to grow in size. It took up so much of his face that he could not ignore the pinkish blur that constantly remained in his lower eyesight. Even turning to the side, Peter huffed annoyedly at how large his nose was, making him look more akin to a toucan than a wolf.
"Maybe this will teach you not to be so damn nosey," Stiles chimed as he passed by the big-nosed werewolf, giving the fuming Peter a wink.
In order to expand his scope of acting, Ian's been trying to change up his image.
What do you think?
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!"
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?"
Peter: *Squeaks "So, Almighty Alpha, what did we learn today?"
Derek: *Sighs and then squeaks "Don't growl at a voodoo priestess."
Headshrinking is my favorite photo edit to do, so of course Ian had to get one.
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.
A little something different than my usual head TFs.
Stiles was getting tired of Peter's attitude and overbearing ego, so he figured that if the werewolf had a big head, then he'd help him out.
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.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!
Thank you for the fun year, and I hope that we can spend many more together messing with guys! :P
Here's a hot picture where poor Peter put on Santa Claus's coat, resulting him growing a large gut and a bushy beard...
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 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?”
Any chance you could re-write the Teen Wolf fic where Peter wishes and then becomes Stiles' muscle daddy? Loved that piece and still think about it!
[I know this isn't the exact photo I'd used originally]
I would LOVE to one day! I know that a majority of my stuff focuses on Derek, but I like to mess with Peter too. It's not on my immediate To Do list, but maybe one day!
IM SCREAMING HES SO CUTE