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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 1 - Scott

- by @sterekchub

Scott was running late, it had taken him several minutes of desperate trying before his car finally sputtered to a start, and then he had hit every red-light and gotten stuck behind a school bus on his way to work. He had no time to grab coffee or breakfast and came tearing into the office twenty minutes late, flustered and panting from having sprinted from his car to his desk. Looking at the stacks of papers on his desk to be sorted and distributed, Scott braced himself for an undoubtedly shitty day.

Setting himself in his chair he noticed there was a cup of – still hot – coffee and two muffins sitting on his desk.  Suddenly, his day seemed so much better.  The little note by the muffins read Enjoy your day! ~Stiles.

Scott really hadn’t thought his job at Hale & Hale could get any better. That was until he met Stiles, the new Happiness Producer.

Being young and fresh out of college, Scott’s resume could have been summarized in a few lines. It was why he had not been hired for any of the strictly-business related positions. Still, Lydia Martin had taken the chance on him and said he could fill another open position. That was how Scott ended up doing the inter-office communications for Hale & Hale. It really meant arranging some meetings and sometimes delivering mail and memos throughout the building. It was a pretty sweet gig. He was still waiting for the catch – good job, great pay, and even, for the most part, amazing coworkers.

Scott got along with mostly everyone, which was good considering his job involved inter-office communications. He definitely had his preferred people, Isaac for one, who seemed to spend a fair amount of his time at Scott’s desk. The Hales were slightly intimidating as always, and Jackson and his assistant could be a bit haughty, but Scott still liked them well enough.

No one could beat Stiles though, who was quickly becoming his newest favorite person in the office. The baked goods he brought in were absolute heaven. Scott thought he knew all the usual places for quick, mediocre breakfast foods. Stiles clearly had some sort of secret, CIA-level contacts because the muffins and donuts and danishes he brought in were addicting. And mysterious. Everyone by now had come to expect the tasty spread for the occasional morning meetings, but at other times, food seemed to appear.

Scott had heard about Stiles’ good-will cookies he gave to Isaac during his interview.  It seemed that was Stiles’s true talent, knowing exactly when people needed small pick-me ups.  When someone had a really long report due, or was working extra hours, when someone was stressed over something in the personal lives, Stiles somehow knew and that person would always find a little treat on their desk. Scott was usually frequenting people’s desks and got a chance to sample around.

His personal favorite, as Stiles has found, was the double chocolate chip muffins, which were currently sitting on Scott’s desk. He told himself he would attempt to savor them, perhaps save one for lunch. He undid the wrapper and pulled the top off the muffin off, saving the best part for last. It was moist and rich. Scott sighed happily and took another bite.

Both muffins were gone long before lunch.

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A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 17

Chapter 17 - @sterekchub As Stiles went to rouse the girls from their slumber, Derek made his way over to Jackson. The beta was smaller than Scott, but still had surpassed Stiles by at least fifty pounds. Like the other wolves, his clothes had succumbed to his growing mass. Derek was proud of him. Jackson had gotten big and strong, his wobbly ass and thick thighs grown to support his wide gut. 

 “You’re going to make a good beta,” Derek told him, patting his belly, “particularly if you keep this up.”

Jackson looked immensely pleased with himself.  Derek walked next to him for a few minutes, from time to time slapping Jackson’s rear or belly, praising him for having gotten so big. Soon though, Derek could no longer keep pace with Jackson, his still massively heavy and full belly slowing him down. It was bouncing with each step, burps bubbling up as his stomach protested so much movement.

Stiles was walking behind the rest of the group. Partially because he did not have the advantage of werewolf strength – he was out of breath, suddenly feeling much heavier now he was moving, watching his belly move with every step – but also because the one advantage to being at the rear of the group was getting a wonderful view of his fattened pack.  

They were all adjusting to the weight, bodies jiggling as they made their slow waddle to the car. Lydia and Allison were in the front, having the advantage of gaining the least amount of weight in the group. They would stop now and again, both to catch their breath and to let the wolves catch up. Scott and Derek were the ones to watch, their wide hips and stomachs turning their usual gaits into more of a powerful waddle. 

Stiles sped up slightly, passing Scott. “Come on, shouldn’t you wolves be faster?”

“When we haven’t eaten an entire house,” Scott huffed.

“Excuses,” Stiles smiled, stopping to kiss Scott briefly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better,” Derek growled from behind them. He and Scott both took a step closer to Stiles, sandwiching him in between their blubber. “Don’t want to disappoint your Alphas.”

Stiles’s mind was completely cleared of anything but the desire to squeeze and grab all the glorious fat he was surrounded by. Scott and Derek both seemed so impossibly big and heavy, their combined weight making Stiles feel small despite his own considerable gain.

“Hey,” Lydia panted, making all three of them look up and realize the edge of the woods had finally vanished behind them and their two cars were in view. “Who plans on driving?”

“No one is driving my car.”

“Derek – ”

“I’m driving.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and stepped back from the driver’s side of the car as Derek swung open the door. He sat down, facing out of the car, planning to swing himself around to face the steering wheel, but was blocked by his gut, pressing against it. Grumbling, he tried to adjust the seat but his mass prevented him from leaning over to reach the lever.

Jackson was smirking. “Still think you can drive?”

“Maybe not.” He struggled getting to his feet, the car low enough to the ground that getting to a standing position was proving difficult. Snorting with laughter, Stiles and Jackson each took an arm and heaved Derek to his feet.

 “Lydia and I can drive,” Allison suggested.

They quickly decided Scott and Derek were not fitting into a car together. Jackson and Scott climbed into the back of Allison’s car while Derek and Stiles climbed into the back of the Camaro.

It was a tight fit, but Stiles wasn’t about to complain about being forced to sit so closely against Derek. The Alpha had his hands on Stiles’s belly, stroking and squeezing him teasingly until Stiles decided to retaliate. With a quick apology to Lydia, Stiles pressed a quick kiss to Derek’s lips, and then moved his mouth down, flicking his tongue over Derek’s nipple as he grabbed at Derek’s soft underbelly.

Derek’s stomach suddenly rumbled. Stiles sat back up, staring at him. “How can you be hungry?”

“An Alpha has to stay big and strong.” 

“Then we’ll get you food, Big Guy,” Stiles smirked, leaning over to kiss him again, “But maybe clothes first.”

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A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 - @sterekchub

“This isn’t a bathroom,” Allison pointed out as soon as the door closed behind them.

The room was a more like a very small kitchen, tables of desserts filling every square inch of the room, save for some room to walk. All the food looked mouthwatering, but Allison felt that her stomach was already stretched full and gurgling with how much food she had eaten. At the moment, she seriously would have considered taking the bite of an Alpha just so she could continue eating. Still, she was sure she could eat a little bit more, so she grabbed a chocolate truffle from a table nearest to her and popped it in her mouth. 

“Lydia, you have to try this.” She held one out, only to realize Lydia was no longer next to her. “Lydia?”

Lydia was standing by another table, running her finger across a triple layer strawberry cream cake that was taking up a large portion of the table. Scooping up the frosting, she brought her finger to her lips.

“Strawberry and cream is my favorite,” the Lydia moaned, licking her finger. “You have to try some.”

“Mmmn I think if you enjoy it so much, you should have it.” Allison stood behind the redhead, resting her hands on what were becoming prominent and fleshy hips. “Grow these curves some more.”

Lydia made another swipe at the cake with her fingers and moved to lick it up, but Allison grabbed her wrist and instead brought the frosted coated finger to her own mouth, sucking it clean before releasing it again.

“You were right, it is good.” She pulled out a chair in front of the table and gently pushed Lydia down onto it, handing her a fork.  “Think you can finish it?”

“Yes,” Lydia said breathlessly. “Yes, I need – I need all of it. It’s so good, Allison.”

Lydia started taking greedy forkfuls, each bite punctuated with a small moan of pleasure. She couldn’t seem to get enough of it, every forkful better than the last. Not wanting to hinder Lydia’s pace, Allison brought over the bowl of truffles and another chair, sitting at a close angle from Lydia.

“I’m so happy she showed us this place,” Allison smiled, giving Lydia a quick kiss before feeding her a truffle and then taking one for herself. She couldn’t remember why they had left the boys…it didn’t seem important. What mattered was that Lydia kept eating, kept making those small noises of satisfaction that were causing Allison squeeze her thighs tighter together. She wanted – needed – Lydia to keep eating. Needed to see the softened cheeks and jawline turn into a proper double chin, to watch her hips soften and her belly push even further into her lap.

“Look how much you’ve grown. You want to compete with the boys, don’t you?”

Lydia nodded and offered Allison a bite of the cake in exchange for yet another chocolate. They continued liked that for a time, Lydia determinedly eating her way through the cake, offering Allison the occasional bite in exchange for chocolate. Allison kept up her constant stream of affection and encouragement, pressing soft kisses wherever she could.

“So round and soft and beautiful, Lydia. You’re going to grow even more,” Allison muttered, lightly squeezing Lydia’s breasts, threatening to spill out of her top, before resting her hand on top of her swelling stomach. “Get even fatter.” After a few more minutes, Lydia’s pace started to slow.

“’M full,” Lydia gasped, trying to adjust herself in the chair to alleviate some of the fullness. Her stomach was rounding out, her shirt a few inches above her belly button, so close to being merely a crop-top. She fiddled with the waistband on her skirt, hidden beneath her lower belly.

Allison pushed her hand away from her skirt. “If your skirt still fits, you aren’t big enough, Lydia. I thought you wanted to be better than the boys. Bigger.”

Lydia whimpered and ran her hands over her stomach, rubbing and squeezing, feeling the weight. “I need to – ” she burped softly, blushing, “ – take off this skirt. I need more room, Allison.”

“A few more bites, okay?” She licked the frosting from the corners of Lydia’s mouth, sliding her hand down the waistband of Lydia’s tight skirt with much difficultly, rubbing gently at the indentations it left in the skin, moving up to massage the stuffed girl’s belly. “Pop the button and then you can stop.”

Lydia picked up the fork again, sighing as she took the first bite. If Allison kept rubbing her belly like that, she could eat forever. She lost count of how much more she had eaten, lost to the bliss of chocolate and cake and Allison’s kisses and caress. Before she knew it, there was only a small piece of the cake left. Struggling to lean forward over her bloated belly, to get another piece, suddenly there was a snap and a huge pressure was lifted from her belly. Free of its constraints, it spilled into her lap, heavy, and stuffed full. Yet somehow, Lydia still wanted to eat more.

Allison was completely consumed by her lust. Lydia looked gluttonous, resting back in her chair, round and full belly burst free of her skirt. Allison straddled her lap, her plump belly pressing against Lydia’s. Allison was bigger - at least her stomach was - but if Lydia kept eating like that…The thought sent jolts down Allison’s spine and she started kissing Lydia fervently, hands eagerly grabbing and exploring every new curve.

They could go back to eating later. For now, she wanted to celebrate Lydia’s growing girth.

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Round 2 - Scott

- by @sterekchub

Scott used both hands to lift up the mass of his belly, watching it wobble when he let go, hanging over the waistband of his boxers. Since Stiles had joined the company, Scott’s work experience, and his waistline, had only improved. His gut had taken the brunt of the weight, abs slowly vanishing behind layer after layer of blubber, forming the rounded mass that sat heavily in his lap. The rest of him had also started to thicken up and soften. His arms and thighs were starting to get softer, losing their muscular definition. Even his chest and ass had started plumping up and rounding out. He had weighed himself a few weeks ago, a gluttonous, burning desire to see just how much he had gained. 265. Almost ninety pounds in a little over a year. The number had shocked him, although Scott hadn’t decided if the surprise was from the number being lower or higher than what he had expected. He had been fully aware of the weight steadily piling onto his once fit frame. The office job had made him sedentary. As Theo had rightly taken to calling him, Scott really was turning into a greedy, fat pup. He had no motivation to really workout and happily accepted the consequences of that. He had gone to the company gym a few times with Theo or another coworker, but usually Scott was too full from lunch, or his constant snacking, to do anything but sit on a bench. Not that he could blame the lack of exercise alone on his substantial gain. Really, it was the constant supply of food that was truly widening his frame. Scott felt constantly overfed; his belly always stuffed and pleasantly full throughout the day. It was a rare occurrence for Scott to ever turn down food when it was offered to him. Stiles had been, and still was, the main enabler of Scott’s newfound food addiction. The donuts Stiles brought in the morning. The extra pastries Theo brought by his desk. Catered lunches. Going out to lunches with Theo or Stiles, always at local places that offered very heavy and hearty portions. Plates of desserts that seemed to appear on his desk. Bringing home office leftovers for dinner. It made him thankful he sat at a desk almost all day. Walking around with a stuffed and distended belly was a laborious task. His widening thighs and belly were starting to give him a waddling gait. Thankfully, some of his coworkers seemed more than willing to bring him more food when he was feeling too lethargic and full to get up. Scott had a feeling the company outing Stiles had planned for them all was going to be another day of indulgent excess. Once Scott could find an appropriate outfit and get himself to the event. He had been standing in his boxers in front of his closet for almost twenty minutes, staring at the clothes in the back of his closet. Out of his remaining shorts and shirts, he was sure most - if not all - would no longer fit him. Most of the clothes in the back of his closet were from last summer. As Scott had gone up at three pant sizes in the last year – four, if he was truly honest with himself, because the pants he had worn to work that week had started to pinch – he hardly expected his summer attire from last season to fit. Scott did monthly wardrobe purges, usually donating the clothes he outgrew, provided the buttons were still intact. His office attire had all been updated with his waistline, but this was the first informal, picnic party from the company, so he could no longer prolong trying on his summer outfits. And a part of him felt a warm flush in his lower belly. There was a guilty pleasure at wanting to know just how much he had gained since his first year at Hale & Hale. His curiosity was growing to see just how tight these old clothes were. Scott wondered if he could suck in his middle and get the buttons fastened or if he had grown too fat for even that to work. The first pair of shorts got halfway up his thighs before they refused to go up any further, seams starting to rip as Scott kept tugging them inch by inch further up. The second pair was no better. The third and fourth pairs made it up his thighs, but then adamantly refused to stretch across his gut enough to button, fleshy belly spilling out in front of him. With the pile of discarded clothes mounting, Scott was getting desperate. Grabbing the stretchiest pair he could find, Scott shuffled over to the bed. Lying on his back, trying desperately to suck in his stomach, the buttons finally just met enough to fasten. His belt, which had already been stretched and poked to add additional holes, proved to be too small. Thankfully, his pants were tight enough that Scott could do without the belt. He debated back and forth in front of the mirror a few times about how to wear his shirt. Tucked in, the T-shirts only called attention to his muffin top and the way his belly stuck out several inches and hung over his waistband. Untucked it revealed the bottom few inches of his bulging belly anytime he moved. He tried pulling and stretching the shirt a few more times and then gave up. Everyone at the office knew how big Scott had been getting. None of them seemed to mind – or be immune themselves from extra weight adding on to their frames. Rushing out the door, Scott wondered how much bigger he would be if he kept up his eating habits for another year. Or another. Probably for as long as Stiles stayed the happiness director, Scott was going to continuing gaining. He hoped Stiles had plenty of food prepared at the picnic. He was feeling ravenous.

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The Offices of Hale & Hale - Theo & Scott - Round 1

By @fluffyotters​ & @sterekchub​

“Have one,” Theo said, holding the plate out to Scott. “Stiles just dropped them off.”

Scott had just made a delivery to Theo’s desk, and was eyeing the plate of cookies on the desk. He snatched a cookie of the plate and took a bite.

“They’re good,” Scott said, cramming it in his face and then reaching for another one. “You should try one. Stiles gets the best.”

Theo reached over and patted Scott’s little rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want to let myself go.…”

Scott flushed and left the office. He didn’t come back to grab the papers he needed until Theo had gone on lunch.

He normally did not get a chance to talk to Theo. Jackson was usually too busy ordering him around, and unlike Isaac or Stiles, Theo did not stop by Scott’s desk. Lately though, Scott had been forced to stop at Jackson’s office during his daily rounds. This meant Scott stood awkwardly around Jackson’s assistant for a while, because Jackson was in no rush to make Scott’s job easier; Jackson took his sweet time before getting around to Scott.

The next day when he saw Theo, it turned into the same thing.

“Do you want these?”

Scott nodded. The croissants were so light and airy, smothered in butter, making it impossible to have just one. Stiles had already dropped him off a plate this morning. Scott had finished it in minutes.

“I knew you would.” Theo smirked, squeezing Scott’s hint of a muffin top. “You don’t have self-control like I do, Scott. That’s why you’re getting a belly.”

***

Theo came into the office, smelling the baked goods Stiles had bought into the office. Stiles was certainly taking his role of happiness producer very seriously and Theo was impressed. Despite his initial misgivings and conviction that the company did not need these services, Stiles was doing well and better than anticipated and employee satisfaction, based on the opinion-based surveys of Theo asking people, found that Stiles and the food he brought did indeed improve their mood and work habits.

A thing he noticed though, was that as time went on, the others were getting bigger. This was especially noticeable with their desk jobs in Scott and Isaac. Scott McCall seemed to especially appreciate Stiles’s treats, be they muffins or donuts, so Theo offered Scott his extra.

Theo had a few, of course, but he didn’t want to get big, unlike the other people apparently with how they were eating, and felt no regret whatsoever. In fact, he often gave extra food to Scott or Jackson depending on his mood.

What had begun as Scott grabbing Theo’s leftovers on his rounds had become a new daily event as Theo brought his leftover treats to Scott, unless Jackson was really pissing him off that day. Scott was quickly becoming the equivalent of the new office food disposal and it was quite impressive to watch. A few weeks and Scott was already getting a paunchy chubby belly from Stiles’s food, though it wasn’t entirely because of Stiles. Theo started feeding Scott his extras since Scott seemed to like it, and whenever Theo walked by Scott’s desk, he was munching on something or seeing his belly being pushed out, Theo felt something. He felt…delight.

Of course what he said ended up more like “what a fat pig you are Scott eating up all the food. You must be so stuffed yet you keep going.” Fortunately, Scott didn’t seem to mind at all when Theo was saying stuff like that. If anything, Scott seemed to enjoy it, perking up when Theo called him a pig or fat puppy needing people to take care of him and unable to stop. Of course, Theo always accompanied such moments with bellyrubs, unable to resist.

Scott was eager and happy when Theo did and always seemed able to eat anything Theo brought, no matter how stuffed or full he was. It was downright impressive the trust that Scott was putting on him and it made Theo feel tingly and valued, unlike a lot of the times with Jackson. There were moments he almost felt that, but then Jackson had to open his mouth and ruin them, so Theo made sure to give extra treats to Jackson on those occasions.  Theo even added his own supply into Jacksons count, In addition to those donuts or cupcakes or muffins Stiles brought.

It was a different reason than when he fed Scott though. Scott was just positive and cute and seemed to have a positive optimistic outlook on life that made even Theo believe in good things. Plus, he was just getting chubby, Scott’s shirt stretching and highlighting a round belly. Scott was constantly eating something and Theo was in awe. He found every opportunity to reach over and touch it to see if it was as nice to feel as it looked. And it was. It was hefty and plumping, pushing out. Theo loved to feel and rub it and he loved taking care of Scott’s fullness.

***

A few months later, it had become their routine. Scott could never properly explain it. Somehow, Stiles and others in the office made sure Scott always had plenty of food. Theo was always teasing him about it, not only about how much Scott could eat, but about the softness that was creeping up in his face and the pudge that was rounding out his belly.

It also endlessly amused him that Theo was constantly bragging about his muscles and seemed oblivious to how his own belly was slowly starting to lose its defined shape and become more of a gut. Scott never pointed it out, even when Theo compared his buff physique to Scott’s rapidly widening one. Something warm always stirred in his stomach when Theo teased him and fed him.

“Such a greedy puppy.”

Scott flushed, but still took the brownie from Theo’s outstretched hand.

“Always so eager for a treat.”

***

“Hey do you want to know a place you could go for lunch?” Stiles asked him one day.

Theo looked up in shock that Stiles was speaking to him.

“It’s called Moon’s Calling if you’re interested. It’s really good and has a bit of everything. It’s very highly recommended and good portion sizes for the price.” Stiles said looking at Theo.

“Okay?” Theo said. “Thank you for the suggestion. I’ll take it under consideration.”

“You do that,” Stiles said then high tailed it out of there when Theo gave him an annoyed sound to get out.

But Theo did consider it, and after checking the ratings and menu, he was impressed. So that day, he decided to do it and invite Scott for lunch. He’d been wanting to see Scott eat for a while, start to finish, and see the process and spend some actual time with him. Scott was more than happy to go with him and eager to show off to Theo at Moon’s Calling.

When they were in, Theo looked at the menu and was impressed again with the variety of good sounding dishes. They all sounded wonderful and Theo once again had to thank Stiles for the recommendation. Scott was eager to eat just about anything. But as for now, Theo kept it simple ordering spaghetti Bolognese and a salad and drink. He approvingly looked over Scott’s choice and nodded. That was amazing and Theo couldn’t wait to see Scott eat it.

But when Theo took a bite of his pasta, his mind was absolutely blown away. It was…it was…it was one of the most delicious things he ever tasted. Theo was not one easily impressed by food or a food connoisseur. As long as it was manageable to eat and had functional purpose it was something to eat. It made sense with his active fit lifestyle as well and he absolutely did not want to indulge high fat content foods just because they tasted good. That was a weakness of will. But this was just…one of the out of the world things he had a near food orgasmic experience.

He lifted the next forkful to his mouth and let out the most sinful pleased noises of appreciation that Scott actually looked over to see if Theo was okay but Theo didn’t notice. He was communing with pasta nirvana as he swallowed that forkful. Then eagerly dug in the next forkful and the next. He lost all sense of where he was for a moment lost in the flavor that he didn’t even pay attention to how Scott was doing, he was so focused intently on his. He’d feel remorse over that later but as for now he was just experiencing pasta delight, a mix of cream sauce, finely chopped meat, and tender linguini. He was savage, slurping down the noodles and smacking his lips. Gone was the usually careful, polite (if distant) Theo. He was an animal, like a wolf or coyote, snacking down on his food. Occasionally he reached out and chugged some of his drink which was a fruit smoothie and also really delicious.

Good thing Scott wasn’t needing to talk to Theo, concerned with his own food, but he had to look up to see how Theo was doing. It was a massive plate and Theo was cutting right through it. Scott was eager to spend time with Theo but this was good too and extremely impressive. Theo only seemed to pause for air or to let out a loud burp, thumping his chest and belly for room. Eventually he leaned back with a heavy sigh. His whole plate was pretty much licked clean, the salad gone too, and he panted a little, the frenzied look leaving his face as he came back now that the plates were empty.

“Ohhh,” Theo groaned when he saw the empty plate. He knew he had finished it but he hadn’t realized how much he had just eaten. This was a rather large portion plate that would have fed multiple people and usually did, but he’d eaten all of it, and his belly was full. He groaned and hiccupped letting out a belch, wincing, his hands going down to his extremely bloated stomach. His belly felt like it was going to burst and was pushed out instead of flat abs like normal. He moaned a little and Scott looked at him in concern, offering to rub his belly. It seemed very eager but Theo was desperate. He wanted relief from the pain and he wanted it now.

So for once, Scott had switched places and was rubbing his belly rather than the usual Theo rubbing Scott’s. And Theo relaxed against the chair as Scott rubbed his belly, lifting the shirt for a good view of Theo’s pushed out stomach abs looking stretched on a balloon. Scott grinned, rubbing soothing circles.

“Thanks pup,” Theo said and burped loudly again as Scott shifted some. “Oh yeah that’s the stuff. Anyways…I can’t believe that just happened. That was absolutely insane. That was one of the best meals I ever had,” Theo turned and looked at Scott. “And I see you enjoyed yours too,” Theo smirked, seeing Scott’s belly, which not only poked out but spilled over his pants. “What happened there pig? You eat your way out of your pants? How fat are you?” Theo patted Scott’s belly grinning. “You’re getting pretty fat there Scott,” Theo said in a way that absolutely sounded like he didn’t mind one bit as his eyes eagerly drank in the sight. “This was fun. I loved being able to be with you outside of  work and the office where we aren’t surrounded by other people.” Theo reached out and squeezed Scott’s belly. “What a naughty fat pig getting big so fast,” Theo grinned. Scott just kept rubbing his belly, smiling.

They left the restaurant, leaning on one another, Theo supporting them but stumbling a little, off balance from how full he was and supporting Scott. When they got back, they passed Stiles on the way in. “Hey guys, how was the restaurant?” Stiles asked, looking at them with a smirk on his face.

“It was…urrppp, good,” Theo admitted. “Thanks for the suggestion.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Stiles told him.

Theo agreed and helped Scott back to his desk, giving a nod to Stiles as they passed him. Stiles was alright, and Theo couldn’t wait for the next time to go back.

***

Scott bit into his third donut of the morning and made a mental note to stop by the mall on his way home from work and pick up some new work clothes. He should have gone last night. He had gotten halfway to the store before deciding to eat first, and a family size bucket of chicken wings, four biscuits, a container of mashed potatoes and gravy, and four slices of chocolate cake later, Scott didn’t feel like doing much but going home and watching television on his couch before passing out.

This was why he was currently dressed in a manner that was slightly less than professional. His button-down shirt was straining over his belly, puckered near the button and his belly was slightly visible through the gaps. It was also untucked; to hide the fact Scott had used a rubber band to button his dress pants, because the ends of which were just an inch shy of meeting.

That didn’t stop him from eating six donuts for breakfast. He sat back in his chair, rubbing his belly, when Theo came by with another box.

“Leftovers,” Theo grinned. “I had a healthy breakfast before my workout. But I’m sure a glutton like you can finish them.”

Scott opened the box to see seven strawberry frosted donuts. “You got my favorite.”

“What an overfed puppy,” Theo told him, poking Scott’s belly. “This shirt hardly fits you.”

Scott refrained from pointing out how Theo’s shirt was starting to get a little more snug, between his beefy pecs and shoulders and the little gut he was growing. Instead, he returned the poke, smiling as his finger sank slightly into the softness. No one could resist Stiles’ food. “Maybe it’s all muscle like this.”

Theo flexed his arms in response. “You don’t get muscle like this eating donuts.”

“They’re really good,” Scott said happily, stuffing another one in his mouth.

“Like I said, overfed puppy. Gonna get fat, eating like this.”

Scott patted his belly and nodded. “So are we still going for lunch?

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A Very Teen Wolf Fairy Tail - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - @sterekchub

Stiles slumps back in his chair, lazily rubbing his stuffed stomach. Scott reaches for another cheesecake, salted caramel this time, and holds out a fork to Stiles to feed him a few bites. Stiles’ pleased moans soon turn into a stifled belch and a groan as his overstuffed stomach protests.

“Give me a few minutes, Scotty. You finish this one.” Scott didn’t need to be told twice, immediately digging into the cheesecake with gusto, shirt pushing up even further over his gut. He keeps up a steady, greedy pace, stopping only to give Stiles another bite or steal a quick kiss.

Derek was still watching them both. The younger Alpha was doing well, providing a worthy challenge to Derek. As head of the pack, Derek has to be the biggest and strongest to set an example for his beta. Jackson looks close to slowing down and Derek nearly growls at the thought. His beta needs to keep up. The rest of the pack, including the fragile humans, were doing more than his beta. Derek was surprised the humans of the pack kept up so strongly with the wolves. Lydia had stopped eating and was happily feeding Allison the remainder of the cupcakes instead. Their pudgy guts were straining at their tops, but they had eaten nowhere as much as Stiles. Stiles was growing into such a good member of the pack. It was unacceptable Jackson could do better than the pup. Derek needs his beta to be stronger and sturdier.

“Done already?”  Derek pushes a few plates closer to Jackson, knowing his beta’s fragile pride is the easiest way to get to him. “I thought you could do better.”

Jackson shoots a withering glance over at Scott. “Maybe I like to appreciate my food and not shovel it down like some animal.”

“Making excuses, Jackson?”

Jackson glares at him, but picks up his pace.

- - -

Eventually, Lydia makes her way over to Stiles, phone in hand. “I’m going outside to see if there is any signal.”

Stiles gets to his feet. He tries unsuccessfully to tug his shirt back into place and hide the few inches of his belly that are visible before he gives up and follows Lydia to the door.

He grabs the doorknob, really a giant gumdrop surrounded by frosting, and it breaks off in his hand.

“Trying to leave already?” comes a voice from behind them

“We’re stepping outside,” Lydia says politely, “only for a few minutes.”

The witch sneers at her, gesturing to the gumdrop doorknob still in Stiles’ hand.  “It would be rude to leave without finishing your food.”

Stiles pats his stomach, which is still firm and packed so tightly with food he has reached the point of being slightly uncomfortable. “No way can I eat more right now.”

A hand is suddenly grabbing his stomach, nails sinking into his skin, forcing him against the gingerbread door.

“No one leaves until they finish the food.”

The witch pulls her hand away. Derek growls and gets to his feet, slower than usual, his movements slowed by his sizable middle. In the few seconds it takes him to reach Stiles, the witch vanishes into the kitchen. 

“So much for our warm welcome,” Stiles huffs, then sighs happily as Derek reaches out to grab his wrist, black veins visible for a few seconds as he takes Stiles’ pain.

“You did break her house.” Derek chides “Not on purpose!” He says defensively staring at the candy in his hand. “Ugh. I really can’t eat anything else right now.“ 

Derek takes the doorknob from Stiles’ hand and immediately bites into it. The pup had done so well and eaten as much as he could. He was going to make a good pack.