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A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - @chubby-derek-and-friends

Jackson’s response to Derek’s command was surly acceptance. “You’re buying me a new shirt,” he groused through a mouthful of muffins. But his frown quickly melted into a blissed out smile with the taste of the treat.

Derek smirked at the beta. “Good boy,” he said.

Jackson whined slightly at the praise, then flushed in embarrassment. He quickly glanced around at the rest of the pack, but the girls were in their own world, a world seemly of buttercream and belly rubs. Scott and Stiles were the same. The human was still perched on Scott’s lap, pushing brownies into the wolf’s mouth and licking the smeared chocolate frosting from his lips.

Jackson felt heat begin to pool in his stomach as he watched the two of them, watched as Stiles grabbed and shook Scott’s heavy belly, licked and nipped at his mouth and chin. Jackson’s mouth fell open as he began to harden, his breath coming more and more shallowly.

“You want that, Jackson?” Derek asked softly from beside him.

Jackson nodded without turning away. He felt a doughnut being pressed into his mouth, moaned at the taste as the crème filling oozes across his tongue.

“You want that,” Derek said, breath ghosting across Jackson’s ear, “then I wanna see you busting out of those pants. You understand me?”

Jackson nodded vigorously. Without another word, he turned back to the table and began shoving doughnuts into his mouth one after the other. Chips of glaze and small dollops of crème fell into his bare bloated stomach as he stuffed himself.

“Good boy,” Derek praised him again.

Jackson increased his pace in response.

Derek smiled at the Beta’s enthusiasm, and took the chance to glance back over at Scott and Stiles. Stiles was looking back at him and smiling a knowing smile, while Scott was shoving brownies into his own mouth.

Derek raised his eyebrows in response, chewing through another lemon bar. They really are quite delicious, the older man thought.

Stiles leaned down and whispered in Scott’s ear, his voice soft enough that Derek couldn’t hear him over the grunting and moaning of the rest of the pack as they devoured the table full of food. Scott nodded, leaning back so Stiles could stand from his lap. When Stiles was away from the alpha, Scott leaned back in and began to eat the brownies with a renewed vigor. Meanwhile, Stiles made his way over to where Derek stood watching him.

“Nice work with Jackson,” Stiles said, casually picking up a cookie from an as of yet untouched platter and taking a bite. “Who knew he had a praise kink?”

Jackson growled slightly around the mouth full of fried dough, but a quick flash of Derek’s eyes was enough to get him to return to his task.

“Just doing what’s best for the pack,” Derek said.

“Hmmm, and what about what’s best for you, big guy?” Stiles asked. He looked the older man up and down, his eyes dark in obvious lust.

Derek felt the answering growl before he knew he was making it. It wasn’t an angry sound, but an response to the hunger in Stiles’s gaze.

“Gotta make sure the big bad wolf is the biggest and the baddest, right?” Stiles asked, bringing a fresh lemon bar up to Derek’s lips. Derek opened his mouth wide, taking the entire thing in one bite. When Stiles went to withdraw his hand, Derek snatched his wrist, grumbling as he chewed and swallowed, them took Stiles’s fingers between his lips to clean the remains of the sweet from them. Stiles gasped softly.

“You think you’ve got what it takes to fill me up?” Derek teased.

Stiles’s smirk was all the answer he needed, as the younger man fed him another lemon bar.

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A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - @mystoryandotherrandomthoughts

Old Babbity looked around her living room at the pack of young wolf boys and their human packmates. She was so pleased with how well this was going, they were all growing nicely. 

The younger alpha with the admittedly adorable crooked jawline that was almost completely buried under many chins, was a surprise leader in growth. It must be the human boy helping him. The young alpha’s stomach and chest had blossomed to a surprising size. The druid kept teasing him, saying the tanned boy had tits that would make most girls jealous. Babbity couldn’t see it but she’d bet her magic the boy’s behind had grown to a massive size as well.

Moving her gaze to said human, oh, what a change in him. She remember what he looked like only half a day ago when the pack arrived: thin and lanky, covered in moles. The only thing that might link this blubbery boy with that one are the moles covering his face and recently exposed chest. He was doing so well, still beating the beta in growth, though the preppy beta was catching up quickly with his other alpha’s help. But oh yes, the human would make a delectable meal, what with his large posterior and gravid belly and love handles.

The Beta, when he started, had been so concerned with his wardrobe and figure, but one word from his alpha and he was plowing through the cakes in front of him. The alpha telling him what a good beta he was and how proud he was of the beta and how large his middle was becoming; it was a joy for the witch to watch. Babbity was surprised that most of the beta’s weight was concentrated there in his stomach. If she wasn’t planning on eating them all she’d be proud she could help the boy break through some of his insecurities, but alas, she was. 

The older alpha, though, she could tell he would be the biggest by the end. Even if he was being beat by the other alpha currently, she could see an immense lust in those flashing eyes whenever he pushed the beta further again and again. This wolf was going to be the embodiment of gluttony, and she couldn’t wait to taste the masterpiece he would become. The Alpha’s butt alone would be several meals the way it was growing.

The banshee and huntress were a little bit of a disappointment, but considering they didn’t have a wolf’s hunger, or, in the case of the druid boy, a seemingly insurmountable lust for food and wolf boys, it’s an acceptable growth for now, with their much larger breasts and portly girth.

As she looked to the girls she noticed a couple of things that worried her. First, they were no longer eating. Well, the redheaded banshee wasn’t, and the huntress had almost stopped completely, only taking small bites every couple of minutes. Second, they were whispering to each other, and not in the loving way the druid and young alpha were, or the encouraging way the older alpha was to his beta. No, this was a conspiratorial whisper that disturbed the old witch. Lastly, and most concerning, was that they kept glancing at her, which they shouldn’t have been able to do considering that her magic should have made her unnoticeable to the pack. No, this was bad. Babbity knew she had to separate the girls from the rest before they realized what her plan was.

With that thought, the witch ran back to the kitchen to retrieve her showstopper. She’d wanted to save it for nearer to the end, but it would serve as a good distraction for now. The sorceress pulled the large triple-decker chocolate lava cake out of thin air. It looked mouthwatering. Standing only because of her magic, the cake was drizzled in caramel and butterscotch sauce. The witch worried she might’ve done too good of a job as she almost reached out to rip a bit off for herself, but she steeled herself and walked back to the room where the pack was gorging themselves. Well, most of them were, but that would soon be fixed. Her entrance was ignored by the boys, but the girls looked straight at her. Oh yes, something would have to be done about them, Babbity thought to herself.

“Boys,” the enchantress called, getting the boys attention. “I have a new recipe I would like you to try. Please make sure all of you get some and tell me what you think when you’re done.” 

The Boys pounced with surprising grace given their new forms. Unknown to the boys, the cake would keep rematerializing until the witch canceled the magic. As they devoured the luscious cake, the witch approached the two young women.

“Dearies,” Babbity began, presenting the image of a kindly old woman, “I noticed you stopped eating. Is something the matter?”

“Oh n-oof” the huntress started before the banshee elbowed the girl.

“Actually miss, I’m not feeling well.” 

Babbity could see where the redhead was going and she couldn’t have dreamed of a better excuse to separate them from the group. 

The girl continued, “if you could show Allison and me to your bathroom it would be most appreciated.”

“Of course dears, right this way.” Babbity showed the girls out of the room and down a hallway to a door made of gingerbread and frosting like all the others in the house. This trap got old with all the sticky door handles and furniture, but it was a means to an end. “The bathroom is just through this door girls. I do hope you feel better soon!”

With that, Babbity left the girls and walked back to the rest of the pack. Those girls would be in for a surprise in that “bathroom”. The room was actually a specially warded room for when her…guests...got too rowdy for her liking. The room would force the girls to eat and make them enjoy it, even knowing something was wrong in the house. Yes, those pesky girls were out of commission now. And just to make extra sure, Babbity made some arcane gestures and added an aphrodisiac spell to the room. If the girls weren’t deterred by the food, the magnified lust for each other would surely distract them for a extended period of time. 

The witch let out a soft cackle then admonished herself for being a stereotype and returned to the kitchen for more snacks for her willing captives.

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A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - @chrhodes

Watching him munching on the doorknob, Stiles could only think about something was different about Derek. He was, well, so close to Stiles, in a not “I’m gonna rip your throat” mode, with a look filled with pride and lust. His face was so close Stiles could smell his sugary breath. He closed his eyes, ready to sink into the wolf’s body when he heard Derek gnawing into the cotton candy curtain on his left. “Go take care of Scott” he said smiling at Stile before going back to Jackson.

What happened? He was so close to his Sourwolf… well Sugarwolf actually. He was so eager to touch the Alpha’s body and rub himself into that too tight leather jacket.

“Stiles.. come back…” Scott pleaded with his brown puppy eyes while swallowing one of the biggest brownie piece he’s ever seen. Can wolves eat chocolate? Isn’t it dangerous like for dogs? But they are also part humans…most of the time… and Scotty loves chocolate. Well right know his face was covered with it. “I need you”

Stiles made his way back toward Scott, but he couldn’t stop from glancing back at Derek. His progress was obviously too slow to Scott, who grabbed the human and sat him on his thigh looking satisfied having his pack mate/ friend/brother on him.

“You big puppy.” Stiles chided.

Scott grinned at that and more when Stiles started to lick the chocolate from his mouth and cheeks while grabbing the young wolf belly. Stiles tingled at the touch of the warm and soft skin. Of course he knows how Scott’s skin feels like, they are always touching each other all the time but now it is different. Different but good, as if there was more of Scott. More of his packmate. More of the wolf he wanted to satisfy and to help. More of this sweet body Stiles now desperately wants to feel, to touch and to take care of.

And Stiles was not the only one to crave for the touch. With his free hand, Scott was grabbed and caressed the side of his puny friend. Well, puny was not the right word. He could feel the weight of Stiles on his leg, and it was not the “147-pound defenseless human” he felt. He was the packmate who was taking care of him. Most of the time Scott’s wolf was wary of the fact Stiles was the one who commands, but right now, the wolf was enjoying it. A human fending for him. A human showing him he was big and strong, limitless and beautiful. And this Stiles was taking more room, he was softer and tender. His pale skin was showing and he could only dig his fingers into his hips, making the skin rolls under them. He purred with pleasure.

That was the life he always wanted. With Allison, Lydia, Derek, Jackson and of course his Stiles. Thinking of them being together here forever made him purr of pleasure. He felt when Stiles smiled.

“Did you just purr? Like a cat?” Stiles teased.

“Just shut up and give me the pie” Scott said, finishing devouring the brownie while Stiles was rubbing his gut.

“Still not full Scotty boy? Well then, pecan or apple?” Stile asked, both pies in hand.

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Derek smiled proudly watching Stiles finally understanding what Pack means. Even if he was most of the time annoying, loud-mouthed and sarcastic, he was implicated in this pack. He was fitting. He looked like he belongs with the wolves, even if he was smaller than them. Speaking of smaller, he needed to focus on Jackson. His beta. He was still far behind the other wolves and Stiles was neck and neck with him. He has to change that. Jackson needs to be loved, to be pampered and to be shown that he also belonged here. Derek knew the whole Kanima’s story had taken a toll on the teenager, making him reluctant to get closer to the pack. Derek had to change that. He tried to pick his pride but knew he had to make it harder for Jackson to refuse belonging. He had to show him that he cares and Jackson is worth it.

As he got closer, Jackson looked at him, an eyebrow raised, almost challenging.

“What now?”

“You should” as Derek moved his body close to Jackson, “be more happy about this moment, this place. We are all having a good time” he said glancing with him at Stiles and Scott. “You deserve it, Jackson.”

He scoffed at that. “Since when are you an all positive kind of guy? You’re going soft, Hale.”

Derek popped three macarons in his mouth, sighing. He was making things more difficult than it should be. Everybody was having a good time. Stiles and Scott, obviously (even if Derek didn’t want to admit he was a bit envious of them right now), Allison and Lydia, the latter of whom was back to her friend, pushing more cupcakes at her.

He rubbed his belly, thinking how he could make Jackson feels all that: the caring, the complicity and the pure ecstasy of the moment.

Then, with his claws he tore open Jackson’s shirt, each button one by one, freeing the teenager’s belly. With his other hand, he pick jelly-filled muffins, one on each claw.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jackson shouted. “That’s an Armani!”

“And that’s pack bonding. Now eat.”

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A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - @fluffyotters

Lydia watched the old woman with side eyes as she and Allison shared a pie. They were not as messy as the boys mostly though inevitably a few stains dotted their clothes which were also riding up a bit.

“Does any of this seem…odd to you?” Lydia asked Allison.

“No, why?” Allison asked, moaning a little as she ate her pie slice, licking around her mouth.

“I talked to Stiles….sometime ago,” Lydia said, struggling to remember. It seemed a bit foggy but it was somewhere a while ago with all the eating. “I think something strange is going on.”

“The only thing strange here is that you’re questioning unimportant things when you have this delicious pie right in front of you. I don’t want to eat this all by myself,” said Allison. “Well, actually, I could, but I want you to have some too. But what does it matter that you talked to Stiles?”

“Because I feel like we’re all forgetting something very important,” Lydia frowned, trying to think of the thoughts and not be distracted by the delicious pie. It was hard, the smell wafting like a siren’s song and she ached to resume tasting it. “How long have we been in here?”

“I don’t think that long,” Allison said. “Maybe an hour or two. give or take with all the delicious food.”

“Yeah, but that seems wrong,” Lydia said.

“Sometimes you really spoil the mood,” Allison sighed putting the fork down. “Can we please resume eating?”

“No. Have you noticed that the boys are acting really strange?”

“They’re boys, what do you expect? You have to be more clear on what you mean.”

“Well they’re…all over the food. We all are. But have you noticed we’re not thirsty or tired or anything?”

“So what? It’s only been a few hours, that’ll come later.”

“Yeah but…look at what we’re eating. We should be beyond thirsty, stuffing rich delicious chocolate down our throats or those sticky sweet lemon bars, those cupcakes, those croissants, those cookies, muffins, pies, sweet tarts, ice cream,” Lydia started, her voice breathless with excitement before she shook her head to remain on focus, no matter how delicious it all sounded. “We should at least be requiring drinks, and yet we’re not. We also would probably need to go to the bathroom and yet…”

“Ew, gross,” Allison said, “I get the picture. And you have a point,” she said, straightening up at the table. “We should be feeling something, right? Yet all we’re feeling is hungry.”

“Exactly,” Lydia said. “And that old woman occasionally comes in and watches us and brings more treats.”

“Really? I haven’t seen her since we came in,” Allison said.

“No, she’s been in here now a couple times with new trays and carts and only I and maybe Stiles have noticed this.”

“That is creepy,” Allison said.

“I’m not sure how helpful Stiles would be, though, right now,” Lydia said as she watched him feed Scott more chocolate treats.

Scott was panting happily and waving in excitement as Stiles teased, waving it above his head before dropping it into Scott’s mouth, who chewed excitedly and opened again for Stiles to repeat the process. Stiles occasionally leaned over and kissed Scott who responded enthusiastically.

“He’s too…into it at the moment.”

“That is kind of hot,” Allison said, watching.

“Allison, focus,” Lydia said. “Yeah, it is, but it’s not really helping us out here.”

“But what will?” Allison asked.

“I think…we really need to get out of here,” Lydia whispered and Allison gasped.

Scott, Derek, and Jackson all lifted their heads turned towards them.

“Never mind her!” Lydia called. “She’s just enjoying her pie!” She turned back to Allison.

“What was that?” Allison asked. “Why aren’t you telling them?”

“Because the woman is here,” Lydia pointed to the corner where faintly Allison could see the women watching intently. “I don’t want her to know. Plus…I think something’s wrong with the boys.”

“Isn’t it always,” Allison sighed.

“Their eyes…so strange,” Lydia whispered. She glanced around. “But they should have heard me if things were normal,” Lydia said. “Instead they are so focused on eating that they seem to be in their own little private world.”

“Where does that put Stiles at?” Allison asked.

“I don’t know, being an enabler currently,” Lydia said watching Stiles pat Scott’s gut proudly.

Suddenly there was a popping sound as Scott’s pants opened and his belly spilled out as he let out a loud powerful belch and pounding his chest a moment coughing. Stiles ran his hands excitedly over the exposed skin as Scott leaned back, grinning proudly as Stiles rubbed and kissed it. Derek beamed over at Scott, too, in pride as he ate more lemon bars. Jackson groaned and glared weakly in Scott’s direction before redoubling even further in stuffing chocolates into his mouth, his belly quivering beginning to strain the button of his fashionable dress pants.

“It might be up to us for a bit,” Lydia said.