Stiles sat atop the edge of his bed waiting as the footsteps approached. There wasn't anything to accurately compare his size to but he knew that he had to be very small. The wrinkles in his bedding were like waves in the ground and he could smell his own musk wafting out of the fabric. He wondered if this is what all his werewolf friends could smell when they were in his bedroom. The Door swung open to reveal Derek filling out its large frame. His face had the usual gruff expression he had and his mouth formed its typical scowl as his eyes scanned the room while he took his first couple of steps in.
Stiles had lusted after Derek since the day they met but he was also terrified of the man and refused to let anyone know how he felt. Seeing him as a massive giant approaching the same bed Stiles sat on was almost too much and Stiles gulped but his mouth was too dry. Standing up, Stiles was about to start yelling his name and waving his arms as the werewolf clad in a button-up and jeans made his way toward Stiles. "I wonder if he can already tell I'm here?" Stiles thought to himself knowing that the older werewolf had ridiculously strong senses. Stiles second-guessed himself, questioning if Derek would be open to helping him at all if he'd found him. The werewolf had a tendency to threaten Stiles and this would be all too easy at his current size. His time to think was cut short as Derek got only closer to him.
Derek made his way into Stiles' room hoping the teen would finally have more answers about the witches that had recently come to beacon hills. He was supposed to be researching them but would often get side-track, so Derek figured he'd give him a little reminder if he hadn't found anything yet. He hated to admit it to himself but Derek loved to mess with the boy. Stiles was so antsy and squirrelly when he was around that it made him feel like he was on the hunt and he couldn't get enough of it. Derek was pretty sure that the house was empty due to the lack of noise but he wanted to check Stiles' room just in case.
Entering the room filled Derek's senses filled with Stiles' scent. He tried to hide his sniffing as he stepped in and looked around. Stiles was nowhere to be seen and he figured it was best to just wait for him. He approached the unkept bed and stopped right in front of it. Sniffing a couple more times he took in the smell of pure Stiles, it smelled just like when he was here, Derek could feel the front of his pants start to tighten. Turning around he saw a pair of used underwear on the floor at the foot of the bed. Going against his better judgment he leaned forward and picked them up. While sitting down on the corner of the bed, Derek brought the undies to his face and started to greedily inhale the scent.
Stiles was right below groin height as Derek stood over him. He could still see the gruff face forming a scowl. Stiles was even more nervous now. The giant werewolf's clothes looked to be a size too small and left little to Stiles' overactive imagination. He could see Derek's biceps, pec, and even abs through the thin fabric of his button-up and he let out a little whimper under his breath. The angry scowl started to relax as Stiles realized Derek couldn't tell he was there. It almost felt taboo, like he was spying on Derek, he just couldn't help himself. Stiles saw Derek's nostrils above flaring repeatedly. Stiles' world was suddenly taken over by denim as all he could see now were jeans containing Derek's growing package. The bulge alone was way bigger than Stiles and he realized just how small he was. The scent of Derek's groin filled his own nostrils, he wished he could enjoy it but the dense musk was thick and hard to breathe.
The light of his room came back as the bulging pants left his view. His view was once again obscured quickly as the planetary ass of his crush loomed overhead. The Jeans wrapped tightly around Derek's thighs and buttocks, leaving his hard-contained cheeks to hang out over the bed like a ceiling to Stiles. A new scent filled Stiles' nose, gagging out he realized that this was becoming too much. He scrambled back on the bed to make his way to fresh air. The gargantuan asscheeks above him started to spread, Derek was merely bending at his hips but to Stiles the ass above looked to be almost doubling in size. The cheeks spread apart making the tight jeans groan as they stretched to their limit. As the cheeks peeled apart from each other more of the scent trapped within, came out and fell over Stiles like a fog. The air was already dense but now Stiles was gasping out as he got up and ran along the sheets. He didn't have time to look back as the wide frame came crashing like a meteor onto his bed.
Stiles launched forward from the impact as he barely avoided getting crushed by his crush. The soft bedding under him was sinking lower and lower as he felt himself start to slide along the soft sheets. Turning around Stiles saw himself falling into Derek's jeans. He tried to get his bearings and gripped the sheets. The mountainous cheeks before him took up his whole view. Derek leaned back slightly making the edge of his pants press into the bedding. Stiles' mouth trembled as he saw a hairy coinslot reveal itself. Stiles lost his grip and began to scream as he quickly approached The inside of Derek's jeans
Stiles had lusted after Derek since the day they met but he was also terrified of the man and refused to let anyone know how he felt. Seeing him as a massive giant approaching the same bed Stiles sat on was almost too much and Stiles gulped but his mouth was too dry. Standing up, Stiles was about to start yelling his name and waving his arms as the werewolf clad in a button-up and jeans made his way toward Stiles. "I wonder if he can already tell I'm here?" Stiles thought to himself knowing that the older werewolf had ridiculously strong senses. Stiles second-guessed himself, questioning if Derek would be open to helping him at all if he'd found him. The werewolf had a tendency to threaten Stiles and this would be all too easy at his current size. His time to think was cut short as Derek got only closer to him.
Derek made his way into Stiles' room hoping the teen would finally have more answers about the witches that had recently come to beacon hills. He was supposed to be researching them but would often get side-track, so Derek figured he'd give him a little reminder if he hadn't found anything yet. He hated to admit it to himself but Derek loved to mess with the boy. Stiles was so antsy and squirrelly when he was around that it made him feel like he was on the hunt and he couldn't get enough of it. Derek was pretty sure that the house was empty due to the lack of noise but he wanted to check Stiles' room just in case.
Entering the room filled Derek's senses filled with Stiles' scent. He tried to hide his sniffing as he stepped in and looked around. Stiles was nowhere to be seen and he figured it was best to just wait for him. He approached the unkept bed and stopped right in front of it. Sniffing a couple more times he took in the smell of pure Stiles, it smelled just like when he was here, Derek could feel the front of his pants start to tighten. Turning around he saw a pair of used underwear on the floor at the foot of the bed. Going against his better judgment he leaned forward and picked them up. While sitting down on the corner of the bed, Derek brought the undies to his face and started to greedily inhale the scent.
Stiles was right below groin height as Derek stood over him. He could still see the gruff face forming a scowl. Stiles was even more nervous now. The giant werewolf's clothes looked to be a size too small and left little to Stiles' overactive imagination. He could see Derek's biceps, pec, and even abs through the thin fabric of his button-up and he let out a little whimper under his breath. The angry scowl started to relax as Stiles realized Derek couldn't tell he was there. It almost felt taboo, like he was spying on Derek, he just couldn't help himself. Stiles saw Derek's nostrils above flaring repeatedly. Stiles' world was suddenly taken over by denim as all he could see now were jeans containing Derek's growing package. The bulge alone was way bigger than Stiles and he realized just how small he was. The scent of Derek's groin filled his own nostrils, he wished he could enjoy it but the dense musk was thick and hard to breathe.
The light of his room came back as the bulging pants left his view. His view was once again obscured quickly as the planetary ass of his crush loomed overhead. The Jeans wrapped tightly around Derek's thighs and buttocks, leaving his hard-contained cheeks to hang out over the bed like a ceiling to Stiles. A new scent filled Stiles' nose, gagging out he realized that this was becoming too much. He scrambled back on the bed to make his way to fresh air. The gargantuan asscheeks above him started to spread, Derek was merely bending at his hips but to Stiles the ass above looked to be almost doubling in size. The cheeks spread apart making the tight jeans groan as they stretched to their limit. As the cheeks peeled apart from each other more of the scent trapped within, came out and fell over Stiles like a fog. The air was already dense but now Stiles was gasping out as he got up and ran along the sheets. He didn't have time to look back as the wide frame came crashing like a meteor onto his bed.
Stiles launched forward from the impact as he barely avoided getting crushed by his crush. The soft bedding under him was sinking lower and lower as he felt himself start to slide along the soft sheets. Turning around Stiles saw himself falling into Derek's jeans. He tried to get his bearings and gripped the sheets. The mountainous cheeks before him took up his whole view. Derek leaned back slightly making the edge of his pants press into the bedding. Stiles' mouth trembled as he saw a hairy coinslot reveal itself. Stiles lost his grip and began to scream as he quickly approached The inside of Derek's jeans
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