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This was a Burly Santa tf Christmas story I wrote for a friend last year. Thought I’d post it so you guys can enjoy. It’s a Teen Wolf fanfic story though featuring Derek Hale transforming, so heads up if that’s not your cup of tea.

There’s other parts to it I can post if you guys want more of it.

Derek stared down at the opened box, looking over the Santa costume he had ordered a few days prior. Normally Derek wouldn’t do something like this, dress up in a Santa outfit, but after the rough year he and his friends had he thought he might try to lighten up the mood this holiday season with a Christmas party at his loft, with him dressing up as Santa, but looking down at the suit Derek thinks there’s no way he’ll do that now. ‘This is really what they send me?’ he thinks to himself as he takes in how old and worn the Santa costume is. 

The red fabric worn out from age, small holes and tears in it as if it’s been worn a lot for many years, and Derek wouldn’t even need to use his werewolf sense of smell to smell the scent of stale cigar smoke that clings to the suit, and not to mention the smell of what is that cum? Disgusted, Derek moves to get his computer, planning to send a complaint to the company he ordered the suit from when the box topples over suddenly, splitting the suit out onto the floor.

“You got to be kidding me.” Derek groans as he walks back and lifts the box up, seeing for the first time the suit wasn’t the only thing the company had sent him. Along with the worn out Santa suit was worn out red fabric jockstrap, with small holes scattered around the front of it, smelling strongly of stale cum and piss, a pair of black leather gloves, and a cigar, “Is this some kind of joke?” Derek says, his frustration growing by the second. Yeah he was seriously going to tear into whoever sent him this crap.

Sighing, Derek sets the box back on the table, leaning back down and pausing before he picks up the items that had fallen out. Looking at them again, Derek isn’t sure if he should touch them since they’ve oblivious had been owned and worn by someone prior and he honestly doesn’t want to put his hands on them. 

Before he can think much more a strong musky scent hits Derek’s nose, he breathes it in and his nose wrinkles flinching back a bit in disgust, acting on instinct Derek grabs the items in his hands, meaning to stuff them back into the box and seal it up, but before he drops them back in the box he pauses, feels a quick jolt surge through him that quickly fades before he can ponder on it. 

“What?” he mumbles to himself as he shakes out of it. setting the suit and other items on the table instead of putting them away. For a few moments Derek just stands there, staring at the suit first, for some strange reason he feels like he should at least try it on shouldn’t he? I mean he needs to see if they at least got the size he ordered he reasons, stripping out of his shirt, showing his smooth muscled torso, tossing the shirt aside, Derek for some reason walks over to his full length mirror, lifting it up and brings it over to the table where all the items lay. Picking the faded red holed suit robe, noticing now how the white cuffs along with dirt stains are also stained with tents of yellow, sniffing it Derek best guess would be from nicotine.

‘I really shouldn’t do this, this thing is disgusting.’ Derek thinks before he slides the robe on anyway, feeling the same jolt from before go through his body once it is on. Looking at himself in the mirror, Derek doesn’t think he looks to bad in it, if the robe was brand new and not worn out like it is he would definitely have kept it. “Might as well try the gloves on while I’m at it.” Derek finds himself thinking, leaving the robes on instead of taking them off. Picking the gloves up, he feels how rough and worn they feel, like they’ve been worn and used many times before. Derek puts them both on, opening and closing his hands once both gloves are on, looking over them seeing how they look. ‘Not bad’ He thinks again looking at his reflection. 

Yeah, he really is looking good with his robe and gloves on, he’ll have to tell the company to send him brand new ones once he sends these ones back. Instead of taking the gloves and the santa robe off still, Derek looks at the stained jockstrap. Looking at Derek can’t help but feel the need to try it out as well despite it being unwashed and smelling of piss and cum. ‘I can just slid it on and then off real quick.’ Derek reasons, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pulling them off along with his briefs, kicking them to the side as he picks the jockstrap up, and putting it on.

Looking at his reflection now, Derek thinks he really looks hot now, his Santa robe, though big on him he notices, the gloves, and this jockstrap, despite its state makes him look really good. Entranced with looking at his reflection and admiring how he looks him them Derek doesn’t even take the jockstrap off like he planned, instead cups it with his hand, seeing how it’s kinda of big on him he figures he’ll have the company send him a smaller one when he returns them. Derek is broken out of his thoughts when he feels the same jolt from before again, but this time it’s more intense making him feel lightheaded. “The hell?” he mutters as it passes. 

When he goes to start taking the robe and stuff off, Derek catches his reflection in the mirror causing him to pause. Staring with shock he sees his stubble beard has grown out a good amount, now much fuller and thicker, the ends hanging downwards just above his chest. “T-that’s not possible.” Derek thinks as he frantically touches and pulls at his thicker beard. It doesn’t take Derek long to figure the items he is wearing is the cause, quickly he strips out of the robe and gloves tossing them aside, before he rips the jockstrap off him, hoping in doing so will stop whatever was happening to him as he races to the bathroom. 

After 20 minutes Derek looks at his now clean shaven face making Derek look even younger than 24. While Derek prefers to have stubble, the whole lumberjack beard wasn’t for him. “Now need to get figure out what is wrong with those clothes that would cause that.” Derek thinks still looking at his reflection before stepping away from the bathroom mirror, planning to get his phone and call Deaton to ask about bringing them by for him to see what is wrong with them when he feels something odd pass through him and seconds later the robe is on him, tied around his waist by the belt like straps, the leather gloves secured around his hands, and the jockstrap that was previously destroyed back in one piece and on him.

“The fuck?! This can’t be possible!” Derek says racing to his full length mirror, standing in front of it Derek is in time to watch as his face rounds out and sags, his cheeks getting bigger, a double chin forming as fat packs onto his body. His pecs sag and form into a set of moobs, his flat ab’d stomach softens and balloons out forming into a small belly that continues to push outwards. Letting out a sharp intake of breath, Derek feels his face itch as it darkens with days worth of stubble growing out in a matter of seconds, growing thicker and longer till he is left with a even longer fuller beard than before, making Derek hardly able to recognize himself along with the weight gain. 

Derek wants to take everything off again, to burn it all and see if that will fix him, but finds he can’t move his arms or his legs for that matter, can only stand in place forced to watch as his hairline thins at the front a recedes back, his hair growing longer in the back and sides becoming wild and unkempt, feeling like it hasn’t been washed in sometime, as his beard grows even longer stopping just between his moobs, it becoming wiry and dirty just like his hair. “THis has to be a nightmare.” Derek says voice coming out deeper and raspier. He desperately tries to move any part of him that he can, when he is suddenly able to move his right arm, but instead of taking the cursed items off Derek instead finds his body moving on it’s own, grabbing the cigar on the table while his other hand fishes in the robe pockets and pulls out a lighter.

“No no no!’ Derek chants in his head, still not giving up and tries to throw the cigar down, but instead finds his mouth opening and teeth clench around the cigar, tasting it at first sends another jolt through Derek as he lights the cigar up, taking a puff from it. Doing so Derek can feel is fate has been sealed as he keeps puffing away on the cigar, acting like he’s a pro at smoking rather than never having done so before. As the smoke comes off the cigar, it wraps around Derek’s head, turning his hair dark grey and white, his beard turning white and stained with yellow specks like Derek has always smoked to much. Derek stares at himself hopeless as this goes on, watching is body swell up even more with fat, his moobs and stomach are so big now, Derek guess is he must be at 300 pounds give or take a few. He feels his body tich as a forest of white hair covers his torso, it connecting down to his crotch hair as his dick and balls grow in size, both making Derek’s jockstrap strain to hold his package now.

Derek’s face then starts to lose his youthful looks, gaining several wrinkles and laugh lines, skin becoming weathered from age and cheeks flushed red. Staring at himself now, Derek’s mind screams for this to stop, to be turned back to normal, but as he keeps puffing and breathing in the cigar his mind stares to ease. Why would he want to go back to being some young muscle punk? He looks like a real man now, a fucking hot Santa. Derek smirks around the cigar, placing a hand on his large gut and rubbing it. “Yeah fucking hot now.” he says feeling his nipples elongate a bit before feeling a sharp prick as both becoming pierced with two very large silver nipple rings. Derek lefts his gloved hands up tweaking and playing with them, letting out a moan. “Yeah, very fucking hot now.” he says, still playing with one nipple while he fishes his cock out with his other hand, the now longer fatter member, already fully hard, Derek wrapping his gloved hand around the base and starts to jerk off, going slow at first, but the more Derek plays with himself and looks over his new body, thinking about the transformation he went through he goes faster and soon with one more finally strokes orgasms, his cum shooting out and splattering on the mirror in front of him.After a few moments of groping his body afterwards Derek moves away from the mirror, not noticing his loft has changed along with him, becoming a bit messy, several worn out outfits lay scattered about along with many sex toys and harness. Instead Derek ignores all that, planning instead to pay some of the others a visit. One person in particular especially after everything their family has done to Derek, he is going start with Gerard Argent,

Here;s the rest of the story to this. 

Note this was written last year so it might have some errors I’ve missed correcting

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“Why do I have to be the one stuck watching Hale, Argent should be making his son do this kind of crap.” Ben grumbles as he messes around on his phone. He was suppose to be staking out Hale’s place, his scent masked from the werewolf’s senses, and alert Gerard if Hale left his place. It’s been almost 9 hours since he has been sitting there and so far Hale hasn’t come out once, except that morning to pick up his mail. Ben did wonder what was in that box he carried in. None of Hale’s beta’s showed up either, so far the only person that has was a pizza guy, by that point Ben was way past boredom and started to mess around on his phone, if he had been watching the loft building he would have seen the pizza guy, having been a fairly muscular college looking guy, stepping out the building, dressed in plaid flannel shirt and worn jeans aged 30 years to his 50s with a huge round gut smoking a pipe as he climbed into a beat up pick up truck and drove off.

Ben sets his phone down, saving the rest of the battery encase anything happens and needs to alert Gerard and the other hunters. ‘If I don’t die of boredom that is.’ Ben thinks. An hour later Ben shifts in his seat, really having to use the bathroom, Looking around he sees a couple groups of people walking about so can’t piss in an alleyway, and he can’t really leave and go into another building unless risk missing Hale. So instead he figures he’ll use the bathroom in the loft building, that way he wouldn’t technically be leaving his post. 10 minutes later Ben is washing his hands, glad to be up stretching his legs after being stuck in his car for so long, but before he can leave an large elderly man, smelling heavily of smoke and something else that Ben can’t pin point steps into the bathroom.

Ben wrinkles his nose in disgust, finishing up drying his hands and is about to open the door when the old man calls out to him. “So been spying me all day huh?” Ben stops shorts, turning to face the man. “I’m sorry?”  the old man just smirks “I said you’ve been spying on me all day.” which confuses Ben, he was spying on Hale, and last he checked Hale was a muscular guy in his 20s not some old fat man.

“Sorry sir, you must be confused.” Ben says dismissively, turning to leave again when the old man grabs him and shoves him into the wall. “I’m sure I’m not boy.” the old man says his eyes flashing red causing Ben’s eyes to widen in shock. “What?” is all Ben can say before he is cut off. “Gerard sent you to spy on me didn’t he? Well I’m going to need you relay a message for him. After I’m done with you of course.” the old man says. Ben tries to move his arms to fight back, to get away from this crazy old werewolf, but for some reason his body won’t move, even when the old guy locks their mouths together and the guy blows smoke into Ben’s mouth, which how? He wasn’t smoking anything when he came inside, so how is that possible. As the smoke fills his body Ben’s mind becomes hazy, changes rapidly overcoming him as his body expands out, his stomach ballooning out into a beer gut that pushes out of his t-shirt, his new gut instantly covered in a layer of dark hair that travels up his body and covers his chest.

Ben’s face becomes more weathered and aged, a thick goatee spreading around his mouth, hiding his lips. Ben’s hairline thins at the front as his hair falls away in clumps, leaving the now late 40 year old with a shaved head. As the last few change wrap up, Ben looks over his new form, his tight clothes changing to fit him, his shirt becoming a leather harness that shows off his fat muscled chest well, his jeans a pair of leather assless and crotchless pants, his thicker cock now pierced. “Now then.” Derek starts to say drawing Ben’s attention to him. “How about we fool around a bit, then afterwards set a trap for your boss. Sound good?” Derek asks closing the distance between him and Ben. “Sounds perfect.” Ben grunts, meeting Derek for a kiss as the two old men grope one another, Derek can’t wait till he finally gets revenge on the Argents.

Gerard steps out of his car, grabbing the bag that contains his sword inside heading up to the loft. 30 minutes ago he had finally heard word back from Ben, Ben saying he was able to ambush Hale and trap him, and how he’ll have him ready for Gerard when he got there. Wasting no time Gerard headed over there, looking forward to finally getting rid of the last living Hale. ‘His beta’s will be easy pickings once their alpha his dead.’ Gerard thinks. Once at the door, Gerard slides the large door open, upon stepping inside, he can’t help feel somethings off. The place is a mess for one thing, but not like there was any kind of fight or struggle, the kind of mess that would build up from lack of cleaning, the place also smelling strongly of smoke, which odd he never pegged Derek for a smoker, especially a heavy one like this. ‘No matter it will be over and done with soon enough’ he thinks, “Ben, show me where you have Hale and let’s get this over with, I don’t want his beta’s coming back and finding us here.” Gerard says with his back turned, opening his back to get the supplies he brought ready, having heard someone approach him from behind he figures it was Ben. When he gets no response Gerard sets the sword down. “I said get ” but he stops when he turns around and sees its not Ben standing behind him, its so old guy, maybe even older than Gerard himself, the overweight man wearing a red suited robe, and a worn out jockstrap, a thick cigar clamped in his mouth. The sight of the man makes Gerard’s face wrinkle in disgust.

“I’m curious to know why a gentlemen like yourself would be here. I was under the impression this was Derek Hale’s place.” Gerard says, giving the guy another disgusted once over. “The man smirks, least Gerard thinks he does, hard to tell with that thick beard covering his mouth.  "Oh it is.” the man says. pulling the cigar out and blowing it in Gerards direction. “If that’s so where is Mr.Hale?”  "YOu’re looking at em,“ the man says, lifting up a hand and knocks Gerard back against a wall, Gerard finding his body unable to move. "W-what.” is all Gerard can say before the man, who claims to be Derek, stalks up to him. “I won’t go into details on how I became like this, but know that it is in fact me. And know how much I’m going to enjoy making you my bitch.” Derek smirks, plucking the cigar out of his mouth and forcing it into Gerards, Gerard tries to move his head, to keep his mouth closed, but Derek grips it with a leather glove forcing him still and shoves it in. Even then he struggles, but the longer the cigar stays in his mouth, the more Gerard’s body eases up, mind going into a haze till he is willing taking drags off of. “That’s it, let the smoke fill you up, clear your mind, soon enough your going to be all mine.” Derek says soothingly. Gerards body starts to change, body packing on with fat. Starting with his stomach growing out and rounding out to a massive gut that hangs out of his now tight shirt. his nipples sagging becoming a large pair of soft moobs, his ass swelling up with fat, so much his pants can’t take the weight and tear at the seams.

“Stop this please” Gerard manages to grunt out, his mind clearing up some allowing him to take in watches happening to him. He can feel his face starting to itch, and doesn’t need to see to know stubble is growing out into a thick beard, that keeps on growing finally stopping at past his chest. “Why should I stop this? It’s what you deserve, after all do you show any mercy to the innocents you and your family of destroyed over the years?” Derek growls, roughly grabbing Gerard by the face. “This punishment is fitting, would be to easy to kill you, no I want you to suffer, and what better way than to make the so feared Gerard Argent into a fat disgusting cum dump.” Derek releases his old on Gerard, the hunter letting out a chocked back sob that turns into a moan, as his smaller dick starts to become hard. That does sound hot he has to admit, having men like Derek surround him and shoot their loads of cum all over his fat body, god he really  wants that right now. As similar thoughts fill his mind Gerard gains mobility in his limbs, moving his arms one to grip at his cock and starts to jerk it the other one his fat moob, pinching and twisting it. “Please sir, use me. Fuck my tight fat ass, I want you to fill me up.” Gerard finds himself saying. “Get on your knees pig.” Derek barks out. Gerard doing as told, slowly easing down and leaning against the nearby couch, grunting as he does before he is shoved further down by Derek. “I’m really going to enjoy this.” Derek leans in and says, standing up he grabs Gerard’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart and lines up his cock, and without warning slamming into Gerard. The older man letting out a moaning scream as his ass gets fucked for the first time. “Like it don’t you pig? being fucked liked this waiting to be filled up like the cum dump you are.” Derek grunts, rolling his hips harder and faster with each thrust.

Gerard can only moan in response, his head struggling to fight off whats happening to him, the other part of him wanting to submit, to enjoy being this fat disgusting pig of a man. In the end it’s pointless for with each thrust Gerard loses more and more of himself, up until Derek’s grip on Gerard’s waist tightens and unloads in his ass. Gerard following shortly after, his cum splattering on himself and the couch, with it his old life, stuck forever now as a fat submissive pig. “Did so good for me pig, now get to work cleaning.” Derek order, lighting up another cigar, as Gerard eagerly moves towards him, burying his face in Derek’s crotch as he licks up the left over cum off Derek’s cock. “Mmm just like that.” Derek praises, hearing his new master praise him sends a thrill through Gerard, thinking how much he loves pleasing his master. “Just one Argent left now.” Derek says mostly to himself as he allows Gerard to finish cleaning him off.

Chris pulls a stop outside the loft, getting out of his car, he checks to make sure his weapon is secure before heading up to the door. It had been a few days since he heard from Gerard, lost message he received from his dad was a text saying he was going after Derek and then nothing. Normally Chris wouldn’t worry but after going on day 3 now of no contact, not to mention he hasn’t been able to get up with any the hunters his dad brought with him Chris guessed it was time he checked things out. When he steps into the building, Chris’s senses are hit with the smell of smoke, which would make you think this was some dingy bar instead of a apartment building. Deciding to take the stairs as he gets higher up, the cigar smoke thickens. ‘THe hell is going on?’ he wonders finally reaching Derek’s door. Wasting no time he slides it open, kind of surprised it wasn’t locked and steps in, seeing were the source of the smoke was coming from.

“Derek, I know you’re here.” Chris calls out advancing into the room. He hears movement to his right and draws his weapon, expecting to see Derek, not this older overweight man, dressed as santa? “Took you long enough to make it Chris, you kept us waiting to long.” The man says as he puts a thick cigar in his mouth lighting it up. “Who the hell are you, what do you mean waiting?” Chris says weapon still drawn at the stranger. “Where’s Derek, and my hunter.” he says when he gets no answer. “Derek? You’re looking at him.” The man says gesturing to himself. “Gotta love magic right? Have to say I was freaked out when I was becoming like this, but now? Now I love it.” The man says smirking.

Chris just stands there in shock, he can’t be telling the truth could he? Chris knows there’s a lot of unknown things out there but this? THis has to be impossible, but it explains the current start of the lost. his mind supplies. “If you’re really Derek then what did you do to my father and the other hunters that came with him, last I heard they were coming here for you.” Chris says, easing his way slowly towards the open door, only to jump when it slams shut and locks. “Can’t have you leaving yet I’m afraid.” Derek says, waving his hand to knock Chris’ weapon out his hand. “Now to answer your question I did to them what happened to me, made them into real men. Well technically I had help turning them all. See I turned Stiles and Scott first, those two into really sexy bears, and then sent them off to corrupt the rest of the hunters. Couldn’t have them interfering with my plans.” Derek explains, taking a break to take a drag off his cigar.

“Plans? What plans?” Chris asks keeping his distance from Derek. “Revenge of course. After what your family did to mine all those years ago you honestly think I wouldn’t do something about it when I could?” Derek laughs, clouds of cigar smoke coming from his mouth. “I’m going to have so much fun turning you like I did your father. Speaking of I think he’ll like to see you know Chris.” Derek says, stepping aside to reveal a large elder bald man with a long wiry white beard, sitting in a sex swing. How did Chris not notice that before? “Christoper, you kept your daddy waiting too long. How about coming over here and feeding me your cum?"the old man says. Chris just stands in shock, taking a step back. ‘This can’t be Gerard could it? This has to be some kind of trick, everything that man who claims to be Derek says as to be a lie!’ Chris goes to make a run for it only to bump into the man in the santa suit. "Not so fast Chris, can’t hav you leaving just yet.” He says grinning widely as he locks his mouth with Chris’.

Chris struggles to break away, but does no use, the man, Derek, is stronger, and soon Chris finds himself becoming at ease, even returning the kiss as he opens his mouth and lets Derek blow cigar smoke in his mouth. “That’s it Chris let the transformation over come you, and don’t worry since you’ve always been a man to go by the code you’re transformation won’t be like your fathers.” Derek says as Chris groans, his cock hardening and growing in his pants causing them to become tented. Un-doing them Chris let’s his dick flop out, gripping his hand around the base and starts to jerk off, his clothes melting off his body leaving him naked and exposed for his transformation to be seen. Starting with his stomach swelling up and rounding out like a beach ball giving him a hard muscle gut as dark hairs grow across it and travel up, covering his widening chest, even connecting to the growing hairs on his back. Chris’s face rounds out as stubble grows on hip upper lip, thickening and growing into a walrus mustache, that quickly turns white stained with yellow. Chris’s shaced hair falls away till the hunter is left bald. his face aging up further from a man in his 40s to a man in his 60s.

“See Chris? Feels good when you accept it doesn’t it?” Chris hears Derek says as Chris’ transformation finishes, in place of the fit 40 year old hunter is a 65 year old burly man, with a beach ball sized gut, a large pipe appearing in Chris’s hand, which Chris doesn’t even think about before putting it in his mouth and puffing away on it, loving how the smoke fills up his body. “Now that’s done with, how about you and I take care of him?” Chris says gesturing towards Gerard who’s staring at the two, face flushed as he tries to jerk off his small cock. “What did you have in mind Chris?” Derek says coming closer and placing a large hand on Chris’ gut rubbing it before the two men move to Gerard. “Let’s really put him to use, I’ll take his front you get the back.” Chris says coming to stand in front of his former father. “I’m rally going to enjoy making you chock on my cock old man.” Chris grunts, shoving his cock into Gerards mouth with little warning, but Gerard just  moans his gag reflex gone, and sucks eagerly as Chris face fucks him, his moans increasing when Derek begins to pound Gerard’s stretched out ass.

“Take it all like the fat slut you are.” Derek grunts rolling his hips and fucked Gerard harder, Chris mirroring him and picking up his pace. Between getting both his ends fucked is to much for Gerard and moments he cums himself without his dick needing to be touched. and it’s not long after that till both Derek and Chris are cumming in inside Gerard, the former feared hunter face filled with content having his mouth and ass full of cum. “What now?” Chris asks as he and Derek leave a whining Gerard alone as they get dressed in leather gear. “Now we find more men to change, while the slave here sits tight.” Derek smirks, leading Chris out the loft, the pair ignoring Gerard’s pleas to be fucked and stuffed again.

“Still nothing from Derek?” Stiles asks turning his jeep off. He and Scott have been trying to get in contact with Derek all day, the older werewolf was suppose to meet them at Deaton’s vet clinic to discuss a solution to the hunter problem, but so far neither of them have heard from him, which is starting to concern them the longer Derek’s silence stretches. “Nothing bro, I’ve texted him and called him several times today.” Scott answers, the two climbing out of Stiles jeep, heading up to the entrance to Derek’s loft. As Stiles and Scott climbed the steps up to Derek’s floor, Stiles rants about Derek ignoring them, especially with the situation they are currently facing, Scott only partially listening, worrying about if something happened to Derek. Yeah he and Derek but heads and all, but he still doesn’t want anything to happen to him.

As the two get up to the door, they both smile something odd. “Dude do you smell that?” Stiles asks wrinkling his nose in disgust, pulling his shirt up to cover his mouth and nose. “Trust me Stiles I can smell it.” Scott says, breathing in the smoke-musk smell coming from underneath Derek’s door. Pulling the door back Scott steps inside first, seeing the Derek’s loft in a mess as Stiles trails behind him. “Dude look at this place!” Stiles says scanning the room. “What do you think could have happened?” Scott asks, walking further in then Stiles, who chooses to hang back by the door. 

“Nothing you need to worry about boys.” a deep voice says from the spiral staircase, causing both Stiles and Scott to jump in surprise their gaze locking on to an old naked man walking down the staircase coming from the top floor of Derek’s loft.

“Oh wow. Can you like put some clothes on?!” Stiles says breaking eye contact with the naked man, just as Scott says “Who are you? Where’s Derek?” The man just smirks at Scott, eyes focused on him, ignoring Stiles. “I am Derek.” he says simply. BOth Stiles and Scott share a look with one another, Scott listening to the man’s heartbeat, hearing it beating steadily, not blip to signal he is lying. “Stiles, he’s telling the truth.” Scott says in shock. “Scott that’s not possible though..Is it?" 

"I’m right here you know.” Derek huffs, having moved closer to Scott and Stiles as the two had talked briefly. Derek, cigar in hand, brings it up to his mouth, taking a drag off it and blowing at a cloud of smoke towards them. Stiles stepping back ‘Dude can you not’ While Scott doesn’t react.“ Derek what happened to you?” he asks instead in concern. “Don’t know, got a package, and bam.” he gestures to himself. “I ain’t complaining though, think I look a lot better like this.” He smirks and grabs his crotch with his free hand. “derek stop, tells us what was in the package, maybe we can help find a cure.” Scott says Derek letting out a deep laugh.  "How about I show you instead boys? Come on have some fun with this old man?“ Derek puts the cigar back in his mouth. Stiles is the first one to bolt, Scott following behind him, but not before breathing in more of Derek’s cigar smoke.

"The hell are we going to do Scott? We can’t just leave Derek as some old disgusting pervert” Stiles says immediately once they are back in the jeep, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. “We have to find a cure, I’m sure Deaton has some books we can go through at the clinic.” Scott says, though his mind is distant, trying to hard to fight off the urge to grip his erection, hoping Stiles doesn’t notice how turned on Scott is about what just happened.  On the ride to the clinic Stiles talks, Scott giving short responses, still struggling to keep himself in check. “Dude you okay?” Stiles finally asks once they’ve pulled up to Deaton’s. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really worried about Derek,” Scott lies, Thankful that Stiles doesn’t push it further as they step out and go inside the clinic. “Deaton had to go out for a bit, but said we can go through the books he has in the back.” Scott says 20 minutes later, leading Stiles to the back. Ever since they left the loft Scott’s been fighting so hard not to give in and touch himself, his cock still semi hard in his pants. “Great, hopefully we can find something out.” Stiles moves to one side the room and begins to bend over and look at books, gathering as a few while Scott watches. 

Seeing his best first bend down and see his ass Scott can’t help but think how hot it would be to bend that twink over a fuck him raw. ‘Wait what?’ Scott stops that thought abruptly, rubbing his head as he tries to force the image of his best friend out his mind. “Hey Stiles I’ll be right back.” Scott says quickly leaving the room, wanting to get far away from Stiles to see if that helps. Once locked away in Deaton’s office. Scott tries to collect himself. ‘Maybe if I jerk off this would stop.’ Scott thinks, unzipping his pants, and pulling them all the way down and taking them off, followed by his underwear. Scott’s cock is fully erected now, Scott grips the base of it with his hand, giving it a few slow strokes, making soft moans as he does.

As Scott stands there, his mind is filled with more images of Stiles, having his best friend laying underneath him, fucking his tight ass, having Stiles on his knees sucking Scott off, begging to do anything to please his daddy. ‘Wait daddy?’ Scott thinks, but that is right isn’t it? Scott is old enough to be Stiles father, if not grandfather. As that thought process Scott begins to change. His face losing his youthful appearances as wrinkles and laugh lines form, his smooth face breaking out into days worth of stubble in a matter of minutes. 

The stubble quickly growing thicker till Scott as a thick beard on his face, the beard turning mostly dark grey as Scott begins to show his new age, Scott’s hair falling away leaving the former teen with a smooth bald head. Fuck,’ Scott thinks as he pumps his cock faster, his member growing longer and thicker in his hand, just as his hand swells up and becomes larger and rougher. The rest of Scott’s body changing further the faster he gets off. His once muscled form balloon out with fat, his flat stomach expanding out to form a large round beer gut. Scott’s new gut growing a thick amount of greying body hair on it, the hair traveling up and covered Scott’s moobs and chest, the hair even growing on his shoulders and down his back.

“Ah fuck!’ Scott’s deeper rough voice booms as he orgasms, cum covering his hand and leaking down onto the floor. Scott moves to sit at the desk. Meanwhile Stiles begins to worry when Scott doesn’t come back soon. Leaving the room, he calls for Scott, as he walks through the clinic, coming to a stop at Deaton’s closed office door. ‘Scott you in there?” Stiles knocks, about to turn away and just call Scott when he hears a voice call out. ‘Come in.’  

That doesn’t sound like Scott, Stiles thinks opening the door, feeling dread rise in him when he takes sight of the old man sitting behinds Deaton’s chair, a large pipe sticking out of the man’s mouth as he puffs away on it, lazily stroking his cock as he reclines back. “Well don’t fucking stand there gawking boy, get in here and close the fucking door!” Stiles naps out of his trance, and moves, stepping into the room and closing the door behind. “S-scott?” Stiles asks tentaivly. The man, smirks, pulling his pipe out and blowing out smoke. “Yep, I know what Derek means now. Can’t wait to get back and show him the new me.” Stiles shakes his head.“No! Scott we need to find a cure to fix you too! Come on bro don’t give in to whatever magic did this to you fight it!” Stiles snaps.

“Why would I fight it?” Scott answers. continuing to puff on the pipe, filling the enclosed room with more smoke, the smoke stating to make Stiles feel lightheaded, his pants starting to tent from his growing hard on. “From the looks of it Stiles, you should relax, how about it?” Scott says in a low voice, setting the pipe on a stand, gesturing for Stiles to come closer, Stiles does, coming up close to his best friend, letting Scott guide him down onto his knees. “See not so hard is it?” Scott rubs Stiles cheek. 

“Now how about you get to servicing your daddy?” Stiles nods his head, his mind becoming hazy as he lowers his head and takes Scot’s cock in his mouth, slowly bobbing his head up and down on his best friends shaft. His movements picking up the more he gets into it. “That’s it, such a good boy.’ Hearing his daddy’s praises makes Stiles cock become fully hard, changes begin to overcome Stiles. His face losing any baby fat it had, gaining more masculine features that quickly gain wrinkles, Stubble grows on top Stiles upper lip, growing thicker and forms into a bristly thick walrus mustache, the brown hair gaining patches of dark grey in it.

‘Keep going Sty almost there.” Scott moans. Stiles, no Sty, works faster, his lean toned body erupting with a thick pelt of body hair, Sty’s frame also packing on with muscle and fat,  stomach hanging over his waist into a firm hard gut, Sty’s biceps large with a mix of fat and muscle as Sty’s clothes shift on him, becoming a leather cop outfit. Scott grips his hands around Sty’s head and cums down his best friend’s throat. 

The once lanky teen, now old cop swallows down every bit of it expertly.  "Fucking needed that today.“ Sty says pulling off, licking his lips of remaining cum. "We should get back to Derek now, really need to thank him for this.” Scott says, sliding on a pair of worn jeans and flannel shirt, Sty grunting in response, pulling a cigar our of his uniform pocket and lighting it up, the two friends leaving and climbing into Sty’s police cruiser, pulling out and heading back to Derek’s place.

tfstation:

Stiles was elated and flabbergasted. He’d actually gotten
Derek to smile and even better yet he had it on camera. He smiled looking at
the very cute photo he’d captured at the pack Christmas Party where Derek
agreed to don some reindeer antlers. He had caught the pack with different hats
on. Liam agreed to wear a pair of elf ears, while Theo actually suited up in a
sleeveless Santa suit. Scott wore the infamous red nose of Rudolph.

It was a blast, while all the guys were partying, Theo
slipped into the other room to make a phone call. Just as he looked down at his
phone a strange text came through. “Do you Theodore Raeken want to do good in
this World? Reply 1 for yes.” Theo blinked, how did this strange number get his
and how did it know his name. Rolling his eyes, he sent 1 and hit send going
back through his contacts. Suddenly his phone lit up and the sound of Christmas
bells started playing through the phone’s speakers. 

“What the?” He gasped
suddenly feeling bloated watching as his belly began to expand underneath his silly
Santa costume. “No no no no no,” he chanted trying to get the suit off. Theo
was seriously freaked out as he grew larger with each passing minute. He looked
to the door thinking he needed to get help, but as he attempted to move his
legs didn’t respond. He wanted to call for help, but everytime he opened his
mouth a thunderous Ho Ho Ho would escape his lips. Just when he thought it
couldn’t get any worse he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Wrinkles
had set in, his cheeks rosy. His stubble was growing longer by the minute
turning white as it grew out. He shook his head, but with each shake a strange
calm fell over him. He paused seeing himself in the mirror. He took a step
forward silent as a lamb as his black boots left no sound as he reached the
mirror. He looked himself over and then down to his white gloved hands. His
flexed them and felt a tingle. A big merry smile grew across his bearded face
as he turned back to the door.

Out in the hall everyone was enjoying themselves, Liam was
the first to look up spotting the big jolly man himself. He quickly tapped
Scott’s shoulder. “Who are you?” Scott asked which caught the attention of
Stiles and Derek. With a big jolly smile and a thunderous laugh, “why Scott I’m
sure you recognize me. I am Chris Kringle.” The 3 wolves and 1 human all looked
at each other totally unsure of what was going on. “I decided I’ll need your
help,” before they could reply Santa Claus threw out his hand spraying the four
men with some twinkling glitter. “What the hell?” squeaked Liam. He immediately
threw his hands to his throat as his voice sounded much higher. It was then
that he began to shrink. He looked to Scott pleading for help, but Scott was
experiencing his own problems. The red nose he had worn fell off, a big red lump
growing in its place.

Derek launched himself forward angry and snarling, each step
however became more difficult as his feet cramped up. His toes merging together
as his feet shrunk down. He fell forward catching himself just in time to watch
his hands ball into fists, a black sheen covering them as they became hooves.
Stiles tried to speak, but each time he opened his mouth all the emitted from
it was bleats. “Don’t worry my friends. You’ll be enriching the lives of
millions of children,” Theo the Santa Claus said. Liam was the first to give in
as his ears elongated into points. He retained the majority of his human
features, however any hair on his face or chest that he once sported had now
melted away. His Christmas sweater turned green as his legs became covered in
green tights. “Oh boy Santa! I can’t wait!” He chimed in cheerfully as a new life
overrode his old one. Scott grunted grabbing his head as two thick horns grew
out from each side. Derek gasped as his face elongated, dark brown fur covering
his hide as his body grew to a more manageable size for sled pulling. Theo
reached down patting his head as Derek became calm. Stiles was the only one who
seemed traumatized by all this. He watched helplessly as his own hands turned
into hooves, a small fluffy tail wiggling behind his rump. He shook his head at
Santa trying to plead for him to stop. Santa only smiled and came over rubbing
the underneath of Stiles growing chin. “Don’t worry boy, you’ll be much happier
once we put on your harnesses.”

Scott dropped to the ground his body growing as the last
pieces of his clothes fell off. Liam gleefully started running around him and
Derek putting on their harnesses. Derek and Scott let out one last cry before
their eyes dulled as their humanity slipped away. Stiles gasped and stared into
the eyes of Theo. He pleaded and begged mentally, but a strange happiness began
to fill him. In the corner of his eyes Theo watched as the humanity slowly
drained until all that was left was an affectionate beast that licked his hand.
“Alright pee-wee. We must hurry,” Liam nodded quickly guiding the three
reindeer outside. With another waive of his hand the black sports car vanished
replaced with a bright red sleigh. With a whip of his reins Theo the Santa
Claus, his former boyfriend turned elf, and the 3 former werewolves and human
were off. As they flew across the sky a lasting shout was made. “Merry
Christmas to all and to all a good night.”

gravick:

Written for a friend.

Micheal stormed into his home, careful to set the shopping bags on the counter, he might be angry, but he still didn’t want to break anything he just bought at the mall. The mall he thinks with disgust, vowing to contact whoever’s in charge there a complain about what just happened. Micheal still in shock himself over the ordeal.

He’d been finishing up some holiday shopping, his kids, Aaron and Peter, coming home from college that day to spend Christmas Eve with their old man before making the trip to see their mother for Christmas.

“Got any spare change for charity bud?” a deep voice asks, catching Micheal’s attention. he looks to see a rather disgusting looking man dressed in a santa suit that was clearly too small for him to wear. For Christ sakes his gut was even poking out of it! What kind of charity would allow someone like this represent them for donations?

Micheal had turned his nose in disgust, walking away, but only for the man to call out.

“Oh too good to give to the needy? Stuck up asshole!” the man’s voice booms, echoing in the mall and causing people to stare at him. Micheal’s face flushed, with embarrassment and fury as he stormed up to the guy. He wanted to make a scene? Well Micheal could too.

Micheal got into a shouting match with the man, yelling about how the man’s disgusting and how men like him shouldn’t be showing themselves in public without cleaning themselves up first. That earning him a hearty laugh from the man and before Micheal knew it, was getting his face shoved into the guys sweaty arm pits.

“Get a good whiff of what a man outta smell like bud!” he laughed deeply as Micheal struggled to free himself.

When he managed Micheal’s face was even redder, nose burning from breathing in the man’s strong musk, smelling thickly of cigar smoke and body odor, Micheal sputters, to anger to form words as security arrives, and to Micheal’s surprise, escorts him out of the mall.

“Happy Holiday’s Bud!” the vile Santa had called out to him. only fueling Micheal anger at the smugness in the man’s voice.
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Now that he was back home Micheal went upstairs, wanting to shower and changes clothes that still smelt like the nasty Santa from the mall. As he undresses Micheal brings his shirt to his face, sniffing it and wrinkling it in disgust at just how strong it smells of the Santa, it’s as if he was wearing the shirt and not Micheal, that being how much it smelled off him.

To Micheal’s surprise, he’s bringing the shirt back to his face, smelling it again instead of throwing it in the hamper, even pressing it up to his nose and taking a deep breath.

“Oh god.” he moans, cock starting to harden, he can’t help himself, the smell starting to affect him, wishing the source of the smell was here with him for him to breath in. With the shirt pressed to his face Micheal starts to jerk off, pumping his cock faster. His body starts to itch, grey body hair covering his formerly smooth torso, his pudgy belly swelling in size, growing rounder and hanging over his waist line, as his pecs sag more, becoming a larger pair of furry moobs.

Micheal’s face rounds out, cheeks getting bigger, forming a double chin as a dense white beard grows from his clean shaven face. the beard growing long and unruly, as Micheal’s hair thins out to the point where he’s left with a nearly bald head.

Micheal’s been so entranced with the shirt and jerking off, he’s failed to notice his changes, that his till he opens his eyes before he orgasms, seeing his reflection staring back at him in the bathroom mirror and drops the shirt in shock at what he sees.

“What in the hell has happened to me?!” He should, letting go of his cock, but not before the shorter but thicker member his pulsing, shooting thick ropes of cum from the head that has Micheal groaning.

The fear and astonishment he was feeling slowly fade, Micheal now craving to have something shoved in his ass, not just anything either, he needs a dick in him, needs a strong dominate bear to fuck and use his needy hole, to tell him what a good slut he is as they abuse his hole. He whimpers as he tries to ease the itch in his ass by fingering himself, while his free hand plays with his gut, having moved to the living room, spread out on the couch, naked as the house around him changes, going fro ma lavish home filled with expensive furnature and nik naks, now being a unkempt trailer. Just in time for Micheal’s son’s to step in.

Their greetings die on their lips as they open the door and see this isn’t the clean family home they grew up in, sharing looks of disgust as the dirty trailer, thier eyes going wide at the obese old man sitting on the unclean couch while he fingers his nasty hole.

“Good, yer, here, come on boy, come fuck and use yer daddy, need yer big cocks in me, stuff me full!” Micheal pleas. The brothers look horrified, but their fathers words echo in their minds, the musky smell of the place swaying them, drawing them forward. As the step further into the trailer, taking their clothes off as they go, the brothers go through their own transition.

Aaron, the smaller and shorter of the two, grows in size, taller and fatter, with some muscle gained from years of labor work, aging well past his older brother Peter now in his 40s, a thick brown beard sprouts from his face, his face rippling as he shows his new age, his hair tied in a ponytail begins falling out, leaving him with a trimmed over buzz cut style. A thick cigar appearing in his maul as he grabs his old man’s fat as and rams his thick dick into his Pa’s hole, fucking him roughly as he puffs on the cigar, his mind altering with each thrust and puff.

While Peter goes a more opposite route than his formerly younger brother, growing a bushy goatee around his mouth, his skin tanning from years spent working on roofs in the blazing sun, his hair falling out till he’s left bald, as he packs on muscle and fat, as he losing some inches in height, which he regains via his cock, it growing longer. the now 30 something year old muscle daddy comes to face his father, grabbing him and positioning him on his hands and knees, slamming his cock into his father’s waiting mouth, face fucking the old man.

“Been waiting for this haven’t ya old timer? Been waiting fer your boys to get home and use your fat ass huh?” Peter grunts, his own cigar appearing in his mouth, clenching his teeth around it as smoke fills him, blowing it out of his nose when needed.

Micheal just moans, his body in ecstasy at being used by his two burly sons. A flitting thought crosses his mind of their old life, of how he and his sons used to look like and should be, the encounter in the mall surfacing and has Micheal wanting to push his sons away, explain everything and how this isn’t them, but then he’s filling both his holes filling with his son’s seed as they unload in their father. Any thoughts of their old life Micheal’s mind as he grins and licks up the mess made, Happy to finally have his boys home with him.