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Derek stood in front of the mirror, willing for his shirt to not look as tight as it did on his thick frame.
“Dammit.” He cursed, going over to the closet and rooting through his shirts, trying to find one that would look like it fitted properly instead of looking snug. After trying on a few more, he felt dejected and went back to the first shirt –the loosest of his selection.
Derek decided to admit defeat and take the shirts that were ill-fitting out of the closet, since there was no point in keeping them when he was sure he wouldn’t be fitting into them any time soon. He’d been trying to shift his extra weight for weeks now by going to the gym at least once a day and sticking to the healthy salads and rabbit food Kate prepared for him. It seemed his body just didn’t want to slim down like he wanted.
His stomach rumbled loudly. Derek looked at his watch. It was 12:30 and he and Kate weren’t expected at Gerard’s for another two hours. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long without eating, even if he knew the spread at Gerard’s would be rich and delicious –Gerard didn’t do anything half-assed.
Kate sauntered into the bedroom wearing a scarlet body-con dress that was probably Herve Ledger or some other designer brand, and probably new and bought especially for the holiday. The dress hugged every curve of Kate’s slim, toned body perfectly and not a single strand of hair strayed from her sleek bun. She smiled at Derek as she entered and went over to her dresser, changing her earrings.
She looked at the pile of clothes on the bed, her brows furrowing.
“Sweetie, why are your shirts on the bed and not in the closet?” She asked.
Derek gulped silently and felt his cheeks heat up.
“They uhh, they’re a little well, snug on me now.” He admitted, voice straining in embarrassment.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I just uhh, just tried them on. To see what fitted best for dinner.”
Kate hummed and walked over, surveying Derek’s body with her eyes.
“The one you’re wearing looks fine honey.”
“You sure?” He asked nervously.
Kate smiled sweetly and nodded, walking over to him. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms in reassurance.
“You look great. How about I make you one of my kale cleanse shakes, that’ll clear your head.” She suggested, before looking at the discarded pile of shirts on the bed. “While you bag those up to take to a thrift store after the holidays, and I’ll pick you some new ones up when I’m out next.”
Derek smiled. “Okay.”
Kate left Derek folding the shirts in her bedroom, her hips swinging provocatively to make sure Derek knew just how lucky he was to have a hot piece of ass like her while his was just getting flabbier.
What Derek didn’t know, of course, was that each time Kate was making him a ‘cleanse’ drink, she was adding empty calories and appetite stimulant, and that all the ‘healthy’ snacks she made him were far from healthy.
Her hope was that by adding a little more stimulant than she usually did, Derek would really pig out at her fathers and show just how gluttonous he could be. She could see day-to-day just how much his appetite had increased since she had started the ball rolling, but he was nowhere near as much of a pig as Stiles had become.
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Stiles was munching with reckless abandon in the college cafeteria, barely making sure that his new sweater would stay stain free until he headed over to Derek and Kate’s place. It was only the second time he’d worn it in the two weeks since he’d bought it, but it was already starting to get a little snug on his ever-growing body.
He was already on his second plate of cafeteria-style thanksgiving food, eating to calm his nerves being one of Stiles’ not-so-healthy new habits.
When he was finally done, belly nearly full, Stiles made his way back to his dorm merely minutes away to rest on his bed before he was due to leave and catch a cab to Derek and Kate’s.
As he waddled, belly full, he found his hands kneading his stuffed belly that was hanging over his boxers more and more every day. He wasn’t in denial anymore that he’d gained weight, since his 38” jeans were already starting to cut into the plump flesh around his hips. When he’d finally gone shopping to get clothes that fitted his new frame, he’d measured at a comfortable 36”, but he knew with his weight creeping up as quickly as it did and his limited budget, he’d skipped it and went for a more comfortable size up.
That was only two weeks ago, and he knew that after thanksgiving he was sure to have to size up again at least by one size, if not two with the way his current slacks where feeling, even with his belly hanging over the top. He’d stopped sucking in when the button on his 34”s gave way while he was writing a paper at his desk.
Stiles collapsed onto his bed, the frame groaning as he did so before he undid the button on the slacks. His almost-full belly surged forward a little, enough to push the zip down as well and give him more room to breathe. Stiles closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his mouth in relief at the feeling of freedom around his plump middle, and soon enough his own hands started to knead the thick flesh there. He was glad his roommate had gone home for the holidays, so there was no worry of Mikey barging in on him like this.
It seemed to become a thing that Stiles enjoyed to do after overstuffing himself, either from the munchies or his own gluttony. Not that he’d admit it to anyone, but he kinda got off on the feeling of his heavy stomach, crammed full of too much food. Hell, it even made him half-hard thinking about it.
One of the hands that had been massaging and kneading his belly travelled down into his ever-tightening boxer-briefs, sluggishly playing with himself as he lay there moaning. He was trying to get it out of the way now so he wouldn’t even think about it during thanksgiving at Gerard Argent’s apartment with Kate and Derek in the room, because he already knew there was no way he could reign himself in if the food looked and tasted as good as Kate had been teasing it to be since she’d invited him.
He decided to smoke a bowl in hopes to calm his nerves, ignoring the fact it would also increase his hunger from the munchies.
Oh, he was so screwed.