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Beacon Hills Halloween
Part 1: Peter
**Disclaimer** - Inspired by the great @ultram0th, and their amazing job at providing top tier Derek Hale transformation stories all month long, I thought I might try and write a few Teen Wolf tf stories of my own. (Plus what better theme to write tf stories to than Halloween.) Please note that this isn’t me competing with ultram0th, or trying to steal their spotlight. I just felt like giving back, after all the great stories they’ve provided us with this month. Which you should definitely go and read for yourselves. This is a three part series, with the final part being released on Halloween (because I’m dramatic.) Hope you all enjoy, and Happy Halloween!
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This year the pack was throwing a Halloween party, and they had, albeit reluctantly, invited Peter to come. Normally, Peter couldn’t care less about Halloween. Just a day of the year where screaming kids run around in badly made monster costumes, pretending to be the real deal.
However this year, Peter had an idea. He thought it would be fun to wear a sexy costume to get Chris’ attention. The two men have had a not-really-friends with benefits type thing going on lately. He’d told the hunter his plan during the last pack meeting, and asked him for any ideas on what he should wear. The man had just scoffed and called him an idiot. Peter smirked, remembering the faint redness he’d seen on Chris’ cheeks.
Currently, after spending some time out in the preserve, Peter had just come back to his car that he’d parked at the edge of the forest. He was about to head home and get changed for the party, when he spotted a plastic bag lying in the passenger seat. Picking it up to inspect it, he realized that it was one of those cheap, mass produced Halloween costumes that you find at every department store this time of year. The top of the bag was labeled “The Cowboy,” and the picture on the front depicted a bearded man wearing the stereotypical cowboy hat, denim jeans, and cowboy boots.
Peter scoffed, “Really Chris? You couldn’t get something more high quality?” the werewolf said. Thinking that no one else besides the hunter would plant something like this in his car. “Who knows,” Peter thought, “Maybe he has a Brokeback Mountain fantasy? Chris definitely seems like the kind of guy who would,” he smirked. “Still, it could be fun,” he shrugged.
He stepped out of the car, costume in hand. Deciding he might as well try it on here, since no one else was around anyway. Figuring that anyone who happened to be passing by and would see him in just his underwear would be more likely to be aroused than upset. "Besides," Peter thought mischievously, "Maybe Chris is still watching from somewhere nearby. Might as well put on a show for him." Leaning into that thought, Peter slowly and teasingly stripped off his trademark low V-neck, tight jeans, and designer sunglasses; chucking them aside one by one. He then opened the bag and inspected its contents. Inside was a set of stereotypical cowboy boots, a pair of blue jeans, some chaps, a rancher’s shirt, some gloves, and the all important Stetson hat. “Not the most sinful fetish Christopher” Peter scoffed, looking at the remarkably unsexy clothing. “He better pull out all the stops tonight, if he expects me to wear this,” Peter grumbled to himself.
He begrudgingly got dressed in the costume. “Is there actual dirt on these clothes? Is this a used costume?!” Peter complained, noticing the wear and tear of the clothing. He pulled out his phone and used the camera to look at himself. “Well, it could be worse,” he admitted, “But then again, I look good in everything,” he smirked, admiring how the jeans hugged his ass. Yet as he said that, he felt a tingling sensation spread throughout his body.
Peter gasped as he watched the face reflected back at him change right before his eyes. His lower face became obscured, as a dark and bushy beard quickly spread over his jaw. Thicker and more shaggy than anything Peter had ever grown, or would have wanted to grow before. The changes didn’t stop there though, as he could feel an itching sensation spread over the rest of his body. Undoing the top buttons of his shirt, revealed a dense carpet of body hair, that had spread across his previously smooth chest and traveled downward to form a thick treasure trail leading into his jeans. “No No No! I just got waxed last week! What the hell is going on?!” he cried. He then watched in shock as the color and complexion of his skin changed. Where before his skin was evenly colored, thanks to regular tanning sessions, it now appeared redder in some areas and paler in others. His skin also grew tougher and more weathered. Like the kind you’d get if you spent most of your life working outside in the hot sun.
“Nhhhhyyyhhh!”
Peter jumped at the startling sound! Dropping his phone, he spun around to see what the source of it was. He gaped. There, where his Shelby Mustang had been parked moments before, was now an Actual Mustang. A real live horse! “What’s happening?!” he cried out. The horse was obviously spoked, crying out and shifting nervously. Peter, reacting without even thinking, grabbed the lead and steadied the frightened horse. “Easy. Easy. You’re alright,” he said soothingly. As he petted the horse to calm it down, he didn’t even notice his jean covered ass hardening. The muscles becoming even thicker and more dense from spending years riding horses. The back of his jeans stretched and strained tightly against its contents. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re alright,” Peter whispered soothingly to the now calm horse. To show its thanks, the horse gave Peter a friendly lick.
Peter blinked, his mind feeling like it just got reset. His head felt both incredibly full and empty at the same time. What was he doing again? Why was he out in the forest with a horse? Why was he dressed in these clothes? His clothes? Why wouldn’t he be dressed in his clothes? What else would he be wearing? Peter shook his head and chuckled. “Must be spending too much time in the sun, huh girl?" he laughed. Now he remembered why he was here. The herd had broken part of the fence, and some of the cows had escaped into the preserve. He’d been out all morning looking for them, when he’d decided to stop here and take a break.
“Come on ol’ girl, we better get back to it,” Peter said with a traditional southern accent, hopping up onto the horse’s saddle. “It’s too bad I lost my phone,” he thought, “I could have let Chris know I won’t be able to make it to the party tonight. Not with part of the herd missing. I’ll probably be out here all night,” he sighed. What a shame, he'd been looking forward to seeing Chris in a sexy costume, maybe having a little bit of fun tonight. Just the thought was enough to cause the cowboy's cock to stiffen in his dirty jeans. He gave his bulge a few absent-minded gropes with his glove covered hand, before sighing. “Ah well, That’s okay. I never really liked Halloween anyway. Who has time for parties and goofing off, when there's real work to be done,” He chuckled, before riding off into the forest.
Not looking back to see a mysterious figure picking up his discarded clothes. Putting the designer sunglasses, low V-neck, and skinny jeans, into another costume bag. This one labeled, “The Douchebag.”
Beacon Hills Halloween
Part 2: Parrish
Parrish had somehow gotten roped into going to the pack’s Halloween party. He wasn’t the biggest fan of dressing up, but he’d been informed that he HAD to show up in costume (No his deputy uniform didn’t count. He’d asked). Lydia was a woman that you did not want to cross.
Still, he figured it would be better than spending the night handling the typical Halloween 911 disturbance calls. Last year he’d spent half the night washing vomit and orange glitter out of his cruiser. People really went nuts in celebration of the holiday.
Parrish had just gotten off shift, and was currently walking through the isles of the local pop-up halloween store. They had a huge selection of different costumes, and he was having a hard time picking one out. A young man in uniform approached the deputy.
“Can I help you find something officer?” the man asked, smiling politely.
Parrish smiled back, and gave a shrug, “Maybe? To be honest I don’t even know what I’m looking for,” he chuckled. “I'm being forced to go to a party tonight and I’ve been told I need a costume,” he said, continuing to look through the racks of costumes.
The employee chuckled, “I take it Halloween isn’t your favorite holiday?” he asked.
Parrish sighed, “I don’t know. I don’t hate it. I just get tired of dealing with drunk and rowdy college kids. Hard to have fun when you always have to be the responsible adult.”
The man smiled, “Well if that’s how you feel, might I suggest this one?” he said, plucking a costume bag from the rack without even looking, and handing it to the deputy. Parrish, intrigued, took the bag and inspected it.
He then sighed, “The Frat Boy? Really?” he asked skeptically.
The employee just shrugged. “Well you know what they say? If you can’t beat them, join them! Besides, maybe you’ll get to see what all the fuss is about,” he smiled. Parrish couldn’t help but feel slightly unnerved by the smiling man; feeling like he was being left in the dark about something.
That being said, it was getting late, and he’d have to pick something. Plus this costume seemed pretty simple. Just some sneakers, some basketball shorts, and a baseball cap. “Seems like stuff I could just find in my closet?” Parrish thought, “Hardly worth the money.”
Still, the price tag wasn’t that expensive, and at least he wouldn't have to wear any makeup or prosthetics. He also didn’t want to be rude and reject the employee’s choice.
“You can try it on over here,” the young man smiled, leading Parrish over to a small changing room. He pulled back the curtain, and ushered Parrish inside. “I’ll come back and check on you later. Just holler if you need anything,” he smiled, before pulling the curtain shut.
“Thank you … ,” Parrish called back, “I think?” he muttered to himself.
He quickly stripped out of his deputy uniform, standing in just his boxer briefs. Seeing nowhere to hang up his clothes, he decided to lay his pants and shirt over the curtain rod. Not noticing that they were pulled down from the other side the moment he turned his back.
Parrish then inspected the costume once again. “I hope Lydia won’t be too upset that I didn’t go for something more dramatic,” he said to himself. “Hopefully she’ll be too distracted by the sight of me shirtless to notice,” he chuckled, referring to the fact the costume didn’t include a shirt. The model on the front of the bag, proudly showing off his abs.
Parrish sighed before stepping into the basketball shorts and pulling them up his legs till they sat snuggly around his waist. He then pulled the baseball cap over his head, turning it backwards like the model on the bag. As he did, he thought he felt a slight tingle shoot down his spine.
Shaking it off as nothing, he turned and looked at himself in the changing room mirror. “Yeah there’s no way she’ll be happy with this,” Parrish thought. He looked more like he was getting ready for a day off from work, than for a Halloween party.
He sighed, figuring he’d have to find something else. “At least I look pretty good,” he smiled, flexing one of his arms. “Could do with some more cardio though,” he thought, inspecting the slight muscle gut he was developing. “Probably too much time doing paperwork,” he frowned.
Just as he thought that, he felt a warm tingling spread throughout his body. He then watched his reflection in the mirror, as his slight gut slowly receded. The extra thickness gradually flattened out until it had become a perfect six pack.
Parrish gasped, “What The Hell!”
He didn’t have time to think too hard about it though, before the tingling spread to his beefy pecs, which gradually became smaller and slimmer. They now looked more like those of an instagram pretty boy, than those of a hardened police officer.
The tingling then traveled on to his arms, which also gradually lost their impressive size. Slimming down the giant biceps that were constantly straining his uniform sleeves, to more toned and trim arms that while still impressive, were nowhere near the amateur bodybuilder size that they had been moments before.
Parrish, still too confused and in awe of what was happening, didn’t react apart from watching the transformation unfold. “Am I? Am I getting younger?” he whispered.
The deputy watched as he lost any signs of age. He wasn’t that old, still being in his twenties, but the effects of a stressful job as an officer in Beacon Hills of all places, had definitely aged him a bit prematurely. Aged him in ways that were currently being undone. His hair grew slightly fuller and more vibrant. His slight crows feet and wrinkles faded away, replaced by smooth and supple skin. His five o'clock shadow vanished, leaving a smooth and youthful face.
Parrish gasped as he inspected himself. “I look like I’m nineteen again,” he said in fascination. He began to smile as he took in his new appearance, starting to enjoy the changes. “Man, I forgot how good I looked at this age!” he laughed, “Wait until people get a load of the new me!” he said, with all the excitement of an actual nineteen year old.
As he caressed his abs, and flexed his biceps, Parrish was completely oblivious to the fact that any memories he had prior to being nineteen were quickly vanishing from his mind. Memories of the pack, of being in the military, of being a deputy, all disappeared as the young man posed and admired his young body. His IQ drained quickly, leaving the young man with more good looks than brains.
Just as he pulled down his shorts to get a better look at his toned legs and his bubble butt, the curtain to the dressing room was pulled back.
“Well Well, I can see someone is finally having some fun.” the employee from before smirked. “How is everything?” he asked.
“Great dude!” Parrish replied excitedly, “I mean how can it not be when I look like this,” he bragged, gesturing to his practically naked body. “I’m gonna get so much action at the party tonight! Not that I don’t already. None of the guys in my frat can resist this cock, or this ass,” he smiled, going back to checking out his behind in the mirror.
The employee frowned at this, “Huh, wasn’t expecting that. Guess that frat boy had a few secrets,” he thought, watching the now apparently gay frat boy check himself out. “Well I hate to interrupt your fun, but it's closing time,” the employee smirked.
Parrish pouted, “Ahh man! I didn’t even find a costume! Wait didn’t I … ? Uh .. , didn’t I leave my clothes on the curtain rod?” he muttered, pulling his cap off and scratching his head in confusion.
The employee, without skipping a beat, smiled, “Oh No. You only came in wearing the clothes you have on now,” he answered smoothly.
Parrish frowned, then gave a shrug, “Huh, weird. I’m such a dumb frat boy. I’d forget my own cock if it wasn’t attached to me,” he laughed, groping his bulge through his underwear.
Just as he was about to put his clothes back on, he spotted the costume bag in the employee’s hand. “Hey! What about that costume? It looks pretty good to me,” he asked excitedly, pointing at the bag.
It was labeled “The Deputy,” and the image on the front depicted a muscular police officer, complete with badge and gun.
The employee paled, but quickly regained his composure and gave a shrug, “You could, but if you ask me, I think you look great as is. Why cover that body with a costume, and deprive people of seeing it?” he smirked.
Parrish perked up at that, “Yeah! You’re right bro! Why do I need a costume when all the guys wanna see this,” he grinned, gesturing to his bare body. “Guess I better get going. Don’t want to miss out on all the fun!” he smiled.
He pulled his shorts back on and slipped his feet into his basketball sneakers. He secured his baseball cap and walked past the employee.
“Hope you have a Happy Halloween,” the employee said to Parrish on his way out.
The young man turned around and smiled, “You know it dude! Best night of the year!” he cheered before exiting the store.
Beacon Hills Halloween
Finale/Part 3: Derek
Derek didn’t know why he was doing this. Actually, that’s not true. The reason was Stiles. It always seemed to be Stiles these days. Derek loved him, but the spaz could be such a headache. In this case, the human wanted Derek to dress up for the pack’s Halloween party tonight. Derek was going to refuse, but seeing the hopeful and excited expression on his boyfriend’s face made him cave.
Except now looking at the “Total Dork” costume that Stiles had purchased for him from the pop-up Halloween story, he was already having second thoughts. He still didn’t know why Stiles had picked this costume for him. When he’d asked, the younger man had said he thought Derek would look hot wearing glasses. “Like a sexy book nerd,” he’d said, trying to be flirty. Derek had just rolled his eyes, he doubted anyone would believe him to be a nerd. Yes he did like to read, but with his muscular physique and grown out beard, he hardly looked like the typical dork. Certainly not like the guy on the front of the costume bag. The stereotypical scrawny nerd, with large glasses and dorky clothes.
Derek sighed as he stripped off his clothes and started putting on the individual parts of the costume. It consisted of a pair of pants, a button-up shirt, a sweater vest, a tweaked jacket, and an ugly tie. To top it all off, a large pair of glasses to cement the nerdy look.
Derek sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The clothes barely fit over his large frame, and his beard didn’t fit with the look at all. “Stiles better appreciate this,” he thought.
He left his bedroom to go show his boyfriend how silly he looked, preparing for the inevitable laughter. Except curiously, he was met with an empty loft. Investigating, he found a note from Stiles, saying that he had gone home to change and get ready for tonight, and that he’d meet Derek at the party.
Derek sighed, wondering what he was gonna do for the next couple of hours. He went back to his room and started looking through his bookshelf for something to read. He cringed internally when he realized that maybe Stiles had been right to choose this costume. Maybe he really was a book nerd after all.
After finding a book to read, he was just about to leave the room when he noticed that the clothes he’d been wearing earlier were now in the costume bag. But he put them in the bag? Didn’t he? It was just to keep everything tidy? Right? Derek looked at the bag a little more closely and became even more confused. The nerd on the cover now sported a big bushy beard. “What the hell? Did he have that before? How could I miss that?” Derek wondered. He stroked his chin, deep in thought, before freezing. His hand was stroking smooth skin! Not thick hair! He quickly rushed over to the nearest mirror and gaped at his clean shaven face. What happened to his beard?! Derek panicked for a few moments before shaking his head.
What was he even worried about? He didn’t have a beard? Matter of fact, he couldn’t even grow a beard, no matter how hard he tried. Not like the guy on the costume bag, with his big, bushy lumberjack beard. Derek couldn’t help but feel a little envious. Why did he think he should have a beard like that? What a weird thought? Derek chuckled to himself before leaving his room.
He sat down on the couch in the main area of the loft, and started getting acquainted with his book. He managed to read a couple chapters, before he started getting bored. He decided to look for something to watch on his newly purchased tv (Another example of Derek caving to Stiles’ wishes). As he’s searched for something good to watch, maybe a nice documentary, he came across a Star Trek marathon. “Oh Awesome! I love this show!” Derek said excitedly.
He then frowned, where the hell did that come from? He’d never even watched Star Trek before? Still, he’d already selected it, and it did look interesting enough. Captain Picard and his crew were battling against a society of warmongering aliens in an epic spaceship fight. Derek found himself getting quickly absorbed in the episode, and then the next, and then the next.
Derek didn’t even realize that as he was watching, the costume he was wearing became more and more comfortable. The costume no longer felt tight and constricting. Not because the clothes had stretched, but because Derek’s muscles were shrinking. With every passing minute, the werewolf lost more muscle mass. His bulging biceps turned scrawny, his beefy pecs flattened out, his six pack became a smooth tummy. The large bulge that had been straining against the front of the tight pants, grew smaller and smaller until it was barely noticeable. Before long, the formerly tight clothes fit the werewolf perfectly, and the once large and intimidating man who had initially sat down on the couch was gone. He had been replaced by a skinnier and smaller man, who looked like he’d never worked out a day in his life. Derek, who was still oblivious to his changes, jumped up when he’d realized what had happened.
“Oh Geez! I totally got sidetracked! What time is it?!” he worried. He didn’t want to be late to the party! After checking the time on his phone he sighed, “Phew, still another hour before I have to leave.” He got up and started walking around the loft trying to find what else he could do to pass the time. He didn’t want to risk getting absorbed in the Star Trek marathon again.
He didn’t even notice that as he walked throughout the loft, his footfalls weren’t nearly as loud as they used to be. His impressive size and weight used to send deep rumbles and vibrations across the floor with every step. Now each step sounded light as a feather, as the shorter man made his way back into his bedroom.
Once there, Derek found his attention once again drawn towards the costume bag sitting on his bed. It had changed again. Now the former bearded “dork,” if he could even still be called that, had been replaced by a tall and imposing man. You could tell that the bearded man was ripped, as the nerdy clothes he was wearing looked painted on. Derek chuckled, what a weird model to pick for a dork costume?
Still, Derek wished he looked as sexy as that guy. He flexed his own bicep and sighed at the tiny bulge that appeared from his tweed covered sleeve. Derek laughed to himself and gave a shrug, “Guess lifting books isn’t the same as lifting weights,” he thought.
He glanced over to the bedside end table, where Stiles had left some of his comic books. Apparently, they were comic books centered around Wolverine. Or at least that’s what he thought Stiles had told him. He hadn’t really been listening at the time.
Derek, suddenly more curious about the comic books than he was when Stiles first showed them to him, picked up the first one and started flipping through it. He quickly became invested in the complex and interesting storylines, and the amazing comic book artwork. He found himself jealous of the brooding superhero. “He’s so cool,” Derek thought, “I wish I had powers like that! That would be so awesome!”
The man was so absorbed by the comics that he didn’t even notice his connection to his inner wolf fading away, piece by piece, until he was left just an ordinary human. “Golly! I wish I could stay and finish reading these, but I've got to get to the Halloween party,” the now fully human Derek smiled.
As he got up to leave, he found himself looking at the costume bag one more time. The man on the cover had changed one final time. Where there was once a scrawny and dorky nerd, there was now a large man. He had a thick beard, and a deep scowl. The man also had red eyes, along with fangs and claws. He gave off a very threatening and imposing image, with his large muscles straining against his rather ordinary, yet tight clothes. The black leather jacket the man was wearing looked especially cool. Even the name of the costume had changed, as it now read “The Werewolf.”
Derek was confused, wasn’t it supposed to be a nerd costume? But that didn’t make sense? Costumes don’t just change? Besides, why would he want to dress up like a nerd? He was already a big nerd! Everyone told him so. He didn’t have time to change though. He’d have to go to the party in just his normal clothes.
Still, he couldn’t help but feel envious of the guy on the costume bag. He was totally the kind of guy Stiles would want to date. Not some dorky librarian like Derek. Jackson always made fun of Derek for his nerdiness. Saying that Derek was like a walking wedgie-magnet. Derek couldn’t argue with that, considering he’d been the victim of more than a few wedgies back when he was in school.
He sighed to himself as he was leaving the loft, on his way to the Halloween party. Maybe tonight would be the night he’d finally work up the courage to ask Stiles out on a date. Maybe.
Epilogue:
Across town, a certain Halloween store was being packed up. The man inside smiling to himself.
“Ahh. Another year, another great Halloween. Thank you Beacon Hills. So many new lives added to my collection,” he grinned.
“Oh! That reminds me! I’m still missing one.” He waved his hand and a costume bag appeared on the ground before him.
Picking it up, he inspected the werewolf costume. “Oh this is a good one,” he smiled slyly. “Can’t wait to see the lucky guy that gets this costume next year,” he thought, before he and his store disappeared into the cool night air.
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Thank you all for reading my first attempts at writing my own tf stories! Hope you enjoyed the series, and have a Happy Halloween!