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Theo knew from the moment he laid eyes on Stiles that he wanted him. Not only for his pack, but as his own. He was gorgeous. Between the adorable brown doe eyes or smooth pale skin, what was there not to like? There were only two problems.
A. Stiles couldn’t weigh more than a buck-fifty, and while that was fine, Theo preferred his men big, soft and submissive. B. Stiles wasn’t his biggest fan. There was no way in hell he would ever be able to convince stiles to be with or gain weight once he did. Theo figured both desires were impossible to achieve…that was, until Stiles slipped up.
He’d killed Donovan, both accidentally and in self defense, but had never told anyone. Theo had seen the incident, seen the body even. He knew technically no one could blame Stiles for this, but Stiles didn’t seem to think the same. Guilt and fear radiated off him whenever someone mentioned the chimera’s name. It was perfect. Theo knew all he had to do was wait for the perfect time and he could have everything he wanted.
The perfect time came in the form of an electricity craving chimera on the hospital roof top. Theo been at the hospital checking up on the chimera, only to hear Stiles panicked screams as well. He hadn’t known Stiles was even there, but he ran up to help him anyway. He would be useless if he was dead.
The fight that ensued between the two creatures was bloody. Theo had to let the chimera land a few solid hits, make it look like life or death. At one point he even let the chimera slip from his grasp just to let it lunge back at Stiles. He had no intention of letting it hurt him, not too bad at least, he just needed things to look a certain way when he took its life.
A pained and bloody Theo made his way towards Stiles, who lay on his back as the Chimera attempted to claw and bite his way to his face. If he and Stiles both came out of this a little bit worse for wear, it would only help his cause. Stiles screamed as the Chimera landed a bite to his arm. That was his que. Theo reached up, his claws fully drawn, and dug them into the Chimera’s neck. It’s jaws were locked like a pitbull but after a moment the Chimera went limp and Theo pulled him off of Stiles.
For a moment neither of them moved, seeming to catch their breath. Theo’s hand lay over a particularly nasty gash the Chimera had managed to carve into his side. It hurt, but it was necessary. He knew it would heal. Stiles on the other hand, would not. He had some fairly nasty looking claw marks of his own littering his forearms and his stomach among other injuries he was sure. Theo just thanked God they were already at the hospital. A hospital that Scott’s mom worked at. The perfect witness.
“We need to get you inside to see Melissa,” Theo said, “Before any of those get infected.”
Stiles glanced down at himself as if he hadn’t even noticed. His adrenaline was probably keeping him from registering much of the pain. He then looked up at Theo, his eyes looked as if the were trying to figure out something that his mind just could not seem to process.
“You killed him?” It was part question, part accusation.
“He was going to kill you.”
“But you ripped out his throat.”
“I had to. Stiles you saw that, it was self defense.”
Stiles scoffed at the notion. “Barely.”
“Well who do you think Scott will be more willing to believe, me…or his best friend that killed Donovan in cold blood and didn’t say anything about it.”
Stiles face went blank. Internally Theo smirked. This was perfect.
“You knew about that?”
“I was there that night at the library. I saw you. I saw the body. I saw everything.”
Theo could immediately hear the change in Stiles heartbeat, but he wasn’t angry or violent. He was nervous, terrified.
“This was self defense. His jaws were locked, he wasn’t letting go of you. I just saved your life. What you did, well I don’t know how well Scott’s gonna take that, especially considering the fact that you’ve been lying to him for weeks. You just look like you have something to hide. But by all means, if you want to claim what I did was wrong, be prepared to confess to everyone about Donovan when they show up here to find us.”
Stiles didn’t say anything but Theo could hear his heart rate increase again. This time his breathing seemed to change too and before Theo knew it, he was watching Stiles have a full blown panic attack. Could his night get any better?
He picked Stiles up under his arm and dragged them both into the hospital in search of Melissa. He found her in the hall, not too far from the roof. Her eyes grew wide with panic the moment she saw them.
Without a word she pulled them into an empty room and began attempting to calm Stiles down. It took her a full eight minutes to calm his breathing and she sedated him when he finally did. With Stiles knocked out, he could tell any version of the story he wanted.
As Melissa looked Theo over, his gash already starting to heal, he told an exaggerated story of their life or death fight with the chimera on the roof. He even shed a few tears for good measure and had Melissa eating out of the palm of his hand. He knew she would. Stiles was like a second son to her and seeing him laid out on a table bloody and barely breathing had solidified Theo’s role as the hero all too well.
X
Stiles woke up several hours later in a mostly dark hospital room to find himself alone with Theo. His body ached and his arm was bandaged in a sling, but he could still muster up enough strength to glare.
“Everyone stopped by,” Theo said immediately answering Stiles first question. “Scott, Lydia, Malia, your dad. They had to leave though. Another murder. Turns out our Chimera on the roof wasn’t as dead as you and I thought.”
Stiles didn’t respond, just stared. “No worries though. I didn’t say anything about Donovan, if that’s what you’re wondering. Your secret’s still safe.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious Stiles? I don’t want to hurt you. The exact opposite in fact. I want to help you.”
“Help me? I have a hard time believing that.”
“But I do. I don’t want to see a rift between you and Scott over this. I want to help you keep your secret. I want to keep this pack together.”
Stiles wasn’t stupid and Theo knew that from his next question. “In exchange for what?”
“In exchange for you.”
“For me?” He asked, watching Theo stand up and bring himself closer to the bed. He felt his body tense, but he didn’t jerk away, as Theo ran his hand down his cheek. It was out of fear mostly. He’d seen what Theo could do with those claws.
“Yes, for you. I want you. Who wouldn’t?”
Stiles could name a few people, particularly a rugged werewolf and a redheaded banshee, but he didn’t say either. Out of all the people he’d ever liked, of course he’d only attract the likes of Theo.
“Are you going to blackmail me?” Stiles asked. He really didn’t see any other options. Either he could tell Scott and his friends about Donovan and risk losing them forever or he could sleep with Theo Raeken for a little while, until he got bored of him. They were both losing situations, but he had less to lose with Theo.
“I’m prepared to. It won’t be hard. I mean all it would take is one phone call or even just a text and it would all be over for you. No Scott, no friends. Hell your own dad wouldn’t even be able to look at you. There would be police investigations, possible jail time. You and I both know it would look very bad Stiles. Hell the fact that you waited weeks to say something would be incriminating enough…and let’s not forget who the sole witness is. I swiped my library key card too that night. They’ll ask me if I saw anything Stiles, and I saw everything.”
Stiles swallowed hard. Those were all valid points. Undeniable really. He was screwed. Fucking Theo was his only option for the time being. “But if I sleep with you, you’ll keep everything between us?”
Theo shrugged and Stiles knew he had something else up his sleeve. “Well yeah, I want you to sleep with me…but there’s just one small problem.”
“And what’s that?”
“You. You’re too small and that’s the problem.”
“I’m too small?” Stiles questioned. Sure he wasn’t like towering over anyone but he was a solid five eleven. That was taller than the average guy wasn’t it? He could probably be a little buffer too but not everyone was blessed with bodies like Theo Raeken and Derek Hale. “So what, you want me to work out?”
This time Theo laughed and Stiles was still confused. “No Stiles. When I saw you’re too small, I don’t mean like that. I don’t want buff. I want soft. I don’t want you to work out. I want you to eat.”
“You wanna fatten me up?” Stiles clarified. “You’re like a chubby chaser?”
Theo shrugged, “I don’t really like labels.”
“I don’t…I don’t know,” Stiles said honest and skeptically. He wasn’t sure how to feel at the idea of putting on weight on purpose, for Theo’s own sexual pleasure no less.
It could work though. Given the stress they were all under right now and the fact that Stiles’ injuries were going to leave him out of commission for the next few weeks, he figured no one would be surprised by a little weight gain. They’d probably just assume he’d turned to stress eating.
“You really only have two options here Stiles. You can agree to this and just let me take care of you. I promise it won’t be as bad as you think…or you can prepare to confess, turn yourself in, and lose everything before you even make it to college. Your call.”
Stiles bit his lip, wrestling with his options. It was just a little sex and a little weight. He could manage that, for a few weeks, months if necessary. It wasn’t like Theo was bad looking. Evil and manipulative, sure…but objectively fuckable…and as thin as Stiles was, he could benefit from an extra pound or two couldn’t he? He sighed, knowing he really didn’t have any other options. He’d be released from the hospital, only to pretend that Theo “saving his life” had changed the way he felt about him and that the stress of everything was making him turn to food. What was a few more lies on top of everything? At least these were harmless.
“Fine,” Stiles choked out reluctantly. “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want.”
X
Stiles hadn’t really been sure what to expect from Theo, until he showed up on his doorstep that first time. Stiles had just been released from the hospital only the day before and when his father had been called in over another possible murder, Theo had graciously volunteered to keep an eye on him. Stiles thought it was stupid that anyone needed to stay with him at all. His body was sore and he had a few dozen stitches between his stomach and his arms, but he was fine. Other than the sling on his arm, he swore it looked worse than it was. There was pain, but he could wince through it.
Yet here was Theo and he was not empty handed. In one arm was a still warm fast food bag and the other was a plastic shopping bag. Stiles could only imagine what he was in for as Theo grinned, “Hope you haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
Stiles just rolled his eyes and moved aside to let him in. “Would it really even matter?”
“No,” Theo laughed, “It wouldn’t.”
He followed Theo into the kitchen and watched as he began emptying the contents of his bags onto the table. He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t curious to know exactly what he’d signed himself up for. They hadn’t really gone into detail at the hospital but obviously he had assumed it involved a lot of eating.
From the fast food bag Theo pulled out a double cheeseburger burger–monster sized, greasy, probably heart attack inducing–an extra large order of curly fries swimming in a sea of cheese, and an equally as large shake to top it all off. In the grocery bag was a can of whipped cream and a single gallon of ice cream.
“I figured we’d start off light tonight, seeing as this your first time,” he smiled.
“Light? What about this seems light to you? Look at that burger, it’s massive. Where’d you even find that abomination?”
Theo shrugged casually. “Diner of fifth street. Everything there is huge. Get used to it. You’re gonna be eating there quite often.”
He laughed, as if he had a choice. Theo motioned for him to take a seat and Stiles complied, albeit reluctantly.
“Your hearts beating fast. Are you nervous?”
“I’m just wondering how this is all going to fit in here,” answered Stiles as he looked down at his stomach. “You’re not gonna like hit me if I don’t finish it are you?”
The thought had crossed his mind. He wasn’t sure how aggressive Theo would be with him, but if he was willing to blackmail him, he had to have a pretty skewed sense of morality.
Theo just laughed. “I’m not gonna hit you Stiles. Besides you don’t have to worry about not finishing. I know you’ll finish, because I’m the one that’s going to feed you.”
“I’m pretty sure I can feed myself.”
“I’m sure you can, but you only have one good hand right now and I don’t have time to sit here all night. Just open your mouth and enjoy yourself for once.”
Stiles still felt skeptical and a little uncomfortable at the idea of being fed by someone else but as Theo brought the first bite to his lips, he opened his mouth anyway.
“Good isn’t it?”
Stiles nodded. Even if Theo was an ass, he had good taste in burgers, Stiles would give him that. At least he had something to look forward too in all of this. He swallowed and opened his mouth again as Theo forked curly fries into his mouth. Maybe he could get used to this?
“See, it’s not so bad,” Theo laughed after the next few bites. And he was right, it wasn’t. Stiles could tolerate being fed good food by a decent looking, yet arguably evil, Theo Raeken.
It didn’t really start to get uncomfortable until about halfway through the meal. Stiles could feel himself filling up but he wasn’t close to done yet. He placed a hand on his stomach and it felt bloated and full.
“You’re not full already are you?”
Though he smiled as he asked, Stiles wasn’t sure what to say. He doubted Theo would let up either way. Maybe if he held out a little longer, he could at least convince Theo to give him a break? It was hard though. Each bite put more pressure on his stomach, leaving him with a constant dull ache. He still had about a forth of everything to go and that didn’t even include the ice cream they hadn’t even touched on yet.
Stiles groaned, literally forcing the next bite down his throat. If this was any regular day, he’d just end it there and throw the rest out but he couldn’t. He couldn’t wimp out on his first meal. Not that Theo would let him anyway.
As he fed Stiles his next bite, Theo laid a hand on his stomach, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. “Come on Stiles, you’re almost done. Just a few more bites left.”
He could obviously tell Stiles was close to breaking. Somehow the hand mixed with his encouraging words was oddly comforting. Stiles still hated him, but it definitely felt good. He didn’t want Theo to take his hand away.
A few minutes later Stiles was taking his last bite and sucking down his last bit of Shake. A quick but well needed burp escaped his lips before he let his body sink into the wooden chair.
“Not bad. I see its gonna take a little bit to stretch out that belly of yours. No worries though, a few more stuffings and this’ll be nothing to you. Just wait. Ready for dessert?”
Stiles shook his head at the thought. There was no way he was fitting all of that in his stomach right now. There couldn’t possibly be any room. He was barely even breathing. “Not really. Not unless you wanna see me throw up.”
“You won’t throw up,” Theo assured.
Stiles scoffed in reply. “I thought you wanted to, you know. Couldn’t we get that over with and then come back to the ice cream.” He wasn’t really eager to take his clothes off for Theo, but he needed a break.
“Oh I do, but not yet. That can wait. We won’t get to that until you’ve put on a good fifteen-twenty pounds.”
So clearly bribing him with sex wasn’t an option. Not for a few weeks at least. “Just how much weight do you plan on having me gain?” He figured he could at least by himself some time by talking.
Theo shrugged, “I don’t know. Depends I guess. The last guy I slept with probably weighed a good three hundred twenty pounds, just to put it in perspective.”
Stiles eyes went wide. Three hundred twenty pounds? “That’s more than double my weight.”
Theo just gave a know it all smirk as he popped the lids off the ice cream and whipped cream. “So we should probably get going then huh?”
X
Stiles finished off the ice cream thirty minutes later, his stomach aching in protest. He was glad Theo wasn’t interested in sleeping with him tonight. He didn’t think he could handle getting up from this chair, let alone sex, right now.
“That wasn’t so bad was it?”
He immediately shot Theo a glare from the kitchen chair, “Easy for you to say. I’ve never been so full in my life.” Looking down, he could see his stomach poking out against his shirt. He wondered what it would look like once Theo added another twenty or thirty pounds to his thin frame.
Theo crouched down beside him, his hand grazing over the curve of Stiles bloated abdomen. “You did good, for your first time.”
“Thanks?” Really, how hard could it be to sit in a chair and let someone feed you? You’d have to be pretty damn stupid to screw that up.
“Your welcome. It’ll get easier the more we do this, trust me.”
“And how often are we supposed to be doing this? Don’t confuse this with me being eager to see you or anything, but I imagine fattening me up will take a real long ass time if you only show up to my house once or twice a week.”
“You’re right,” Theo said, “I can’t be around you all the time, so I expect you to get at least get a few stuffings in between our sessions.”
“You just trust me like that? I’m flattered.”
“No I don’t, but I know you’re not stupid. The longer this goes on, the worse it’ll be if I have to tell everyone what you did…besides I’ll expect updates–text messages, videos, pictures–so I know that you’re staying on top of your diet. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“You want me to take pictures of myself as I eat? That seems a little much,” he said as Theo shot him a warning glare, practically begging Stiles to challenge him. Stiles knew better. He was literally so stuffed he was practically comatose and Theo’s hand, which could bear claws at a moments notice, was right on top of all of his internal organs. “Calm down, you know I’m gonna do it.”
“Good,” Theo smiled, his demeanor completely changing. He rubbed a small circle with his finger over Stiles belly before placing his hands on the edge of his sweats. “Before I leave, how about I reward you for being so good today? Would you like that?”
Stiles thought for a moment and then shrugged. Free blowjob? Why the hell not? He might as well get something out of this, well something besides fat at least.
“Knock yourself out Theo.”