The Cocolicious Does Some Of The Best Morphs I've Seen! Love Them So Much!

The Cocolicious does some of the best morphs I've seen! Love them so much!

Shrinky Dink, Muscle boy coming up short. by CocoliciousMorphs on DeviantArt

This poor musclestud spends a fortune on custom posers since the usual XS-sized ones are too big in front.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 01: Headshrink

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Alpha werewolf Derek Hale stalked into the decrepit room where Stiles was hiding. He eyed the human curiously, wondering why Stiles was staring intently at some old looking book, only to wave his hands sporadically at an empty Coke can.

Stiles sharply exhaled through his nose and then shot one hand forward, gritting his teeth with the movement.

Nothing happened.

“Damn it,” the human cursed to himself.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, trying to hold back his smirk. He kept his usual scowl plastered onto his face to hide his deep admiration for the hyperactive human.

Stiles jerked back and then blushed when he saw the werewolf eyeing him. “Um,” he muttered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Deaton said that he saw a ‘spark’ in me, so I’ve been trying to test it.”

Derek let his tough guy façade crack for a moment, his bushy eyebrows rising in surprise. “Really?” he pressed, taking a step forward, leaning in so close to Stiles that he could smell his cologne. “I used to have a pack member who had a spark. Maybe I can help you?”

Stiles’s face broke out into a large smile, making Derek’s heart flutter. “That’d be great!” Stiles practically cheered. He leaned in closer to the werewolf, showing off the spell book that he’d been studying. “I’m trying to use this shrinking spell to make the can smaller.”

Derek tensed up at the closeness, unconsciously leaning in even closer to the human, nearly engulfing him in his bulk. Although he denied it outwardly to anyone who asked, Derek had a serious thing for Stiles, and after years of repressing it, their physical closeness was too tempting to ignore. Hence, Derek leaned as close to Stiles as he could, glancing over his shoulder at the book.

“Just focus your mind on what you want to shrink,” Derek breathed, so close to Stiles’s ear that his breath wafted over the human’s face. He smirked when he saw Stiles’s skin break out in goosebumps.

Stiles gulped. “O-okay,” he stammered.

Derek couldn’t help but preen at the effect he was having on Stiles, so he decided to up the ante. He leaned in even closer, his stubble brushing up against his face. “Focus on the image in your mind,” he whispered, his lips so close to Stiles’s cheek that he could just give one little—

POOF!

Derek felt like the room was spinning, as if it were on some sort of hydraulic system. He stumbled back, his vision full of stars. Once it cleared, he stared up at Stiles who only gazed back with wide, stunned eyes.

“What happened?” Derek asked, flinching when he heard his voice. It had shot up several octaves, sounding like he was some cartoon chipmunk. Derek made a move to clutch at his throat in surprise, but froze when he looked at his hands, which now seemed to be the size of dinner plates. His hands were massive; and when he frantically looked around at the rest of his body, the rest of him was just as large. His pecs appeared to jut off unbelievably far in front of him and his shoulders were crazily broad.

Stiles paled, but then quickly grew red. “Um, well I guess I can shrink stuff after all?” he cheekily muttered.

“Shrink?” Derek demanded in his squeaky voice. “I’m huge! What are you talking about?”

Stiles bit down on his lip and held out his phone for a second, taking a quick photo before turning it around for the werewolf to see.

Derek’s stomach fell when saw that his body hadn’t grown, his head had shrunk. Instead of its normal size, his head was now about the size of a baseball, looking comically tiny atop his muscular frame. “You were supposed to shrink the can!” Derek growled, his squeaky voice completely eliminating any threatening tone to his words. “Not my head!”

Stiles held his hands up in front of himself in surrender. “You told me to focus on an image in my head, and then you kissed me!” he blurted. “So… unfortunately, I thought of you.”

Derek just smoldered, irritated that the very second he made his move, his head shrank. “Just turn me back then!” Derek huffed.

“Y-yeah! Totally!” Stiles said as he frantically flipped through the magic book. “Just gimme a sec, and then we’ll have you back to normal. I mean, hey, if you want, I can also make something else bigger on you too?” He eyed the werewolf knowingly, offering a playful smirk.

Despite Derek’s irritation, he couldn’t help but feel his shoulders relax the smallest bit. “After you fix my head,” he agreed. “And only if I get to try its new size out on you.”

Stiles flipped through the book at a much faster pace.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 02: Microdicked Bodybuilder

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“Derek?” Stiles called out as he wandered through the crowded backstage. He and Derek had been investigating a trickster who was making trouble in Beacon Hills. For some reason, the trickster had decided to hide out at a bodybuilding competition. Wanting to expel the mischievous creature from their territory, Derek and Stiles had decided to ambush the trickster at said competition.

However, due to the large crowd of muscled up, barely clothed men, Stiles lost sight of Derek and the two had gotten separated.

“Derek!” Stiles yelled out again, scanning the crowd for his boyfriend. He’d wandered backstage where a lot of the large musclemen where working out to get one last pump before they hit the stage, their massive bulk only clothed by the skimpiest of posers that were available.

The small human was at least half the size of the men backstage, and he drooled over a few of their vast forms… and a part of him secretly wished that Derek would look into bodybuilding.

“Stiles!” Derek’s deep voice bellowed out, making Stiles perk up.

“Derek? Where are you— holy crap!” Stiles gasped the second his eyes landed on his boyfriend.

Or what used to be his boyfriend.

The Derek that stood before Stiles was nearly three times his normal size. All of his muscles had been crazily inflated to rival those of the other men. Derek’s legs were so thick that they pushed against each other and caused him to stand almost bowlegged. His waist was thick, his abs visible yet slightly distended to show off the beginnings of a sizable roid gut. Pecs were so large and cumbersome that they blocked Derek’s view of anything below them. His shoulders were much broader than they should’ve been, and the arms attached to them were thick with muscle and they rested upon flaring lats. Derek was clad in just pair of posers like every other bodybuilder backstage. His was a silver pair that slipped between his muscled up booty, while the pouch concealed his meager meat.

Stiles nearly chocked on his breath at the sight of Derek’s tiny junk that created a small bulge that rested in front of the new bodybuilder’s wide quads. It was hilariously tiny, looking way smaller than it should’ve been.

“Derek!” Stiles gasped, unable to take his eyes off of his boyfriend’s big/small physique. “What the hell happened to you?!”

Derek only gave an uncharacteristically wide smile as he lifted a dumbbell with one hand, the motion causing his bowling ball-sized biceps to flex with masculine power. “I’m getting my pump on,” he grinned before scrunching up his eyebrows with concern at the look of Stiles’s frantic expression. “What’s wrong? Is someone bothering you?” At that, Derek bared his werewolf fangs and let out a low growl as he puffed out his massive pecs with power.

Derek took a protective step towards Stiles, wrapping a thick arm around the small human’s waist.

At first, Stiles was so turned on that he swooned and couldn’t help but rest a hand atop Derek’s inflated chest, noting that it was slick with posing oil. “Um, n-no,” he stammered, “it’s just that… you’re huge!” He gestured at Derek’s blown up body with exasperation, unable to grasp why Derek wasn’t freaking out.

Derek’s serious face fell and he grinned widely again. “You’re just noticing?” he guffawed, letting go of his boyfriend’s waist to lean forward, forming a most muscular pose. The muscles in his arms and chest popped spectacularly, bulging with such raw power that Stile grew hard a little. 

At Stiles’s awed expression, Derek straightened up only to throw both of his huge arms above his head to form a double biceps pose. 

“I’m gonna win first place,” he beamed with pride. “No one’s muscles are larger than mine!”

“I, uh, I see that,” Stiles drooled, feeling incredibly turned on by how large Derek was. But that also alerted him to something else that was drastically out of place. Stiles lowered his voice as he whispered to his boyfriend, “B-but your cock is… uh—”

“Two and half inches?” Derek said loudly, almost with pride. “Who cares about that little thing when I have an almost eighty inch chest?” To illustrate his point, Derek bounced his muscletits, the large mounds lifting and slamming back down onto his chest.

“I mean, I guess it is hard to argue with that…”

“And besides,” Derek chuckled, leaning in closer to Stiles so that his nearly flat pouch rested on his leg, “it’s better this way since no one else can tell that I’m rock hard as I pose for you.” Derek swiveled his hips, grinding his tiny nub against Stiles.

It was difficult to tell due to its pathetic size, but Stiles was able to feel that Derek was rock hard. His small cock barely tented out the pouch of the poser thanks to how little it was, but Derek didn’t seem to mind at all.

Before Stiles could try to argue some more or try to convince Derek to find the trickster to reverse whatever spell it had obviously cast upon him, the PA speaker blared out: “Next to the stage is newcomer Derek Hale, competing in the Super Heavyweight Division!”

Derek perked up, excited. “Wish me luck!” he gushed, leaning in quickly to peck Stiles on the cheek before waddling away towards the stage entrance. His thighs were so thick that they rolled over each other, seriously hindering his movement. For a moment, Derek paused and cocked his eyebrow in confusion, feeling like something was wrong.

However, he turned back to glance at Stiles and couldn’t resist flexing a large bicep for the smaller man. The way Stiles’s eyes widened caused his cocklet to go rigid, throbbing with want. However, it was nearly swallowed by his inflated thighs, barely noticeable as he waddled out onstage to flex for the cheering crowd.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 06: FaceApp

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Stiles giggled to himself as he messed around with FaceApp on his phone, playing with a picture of his boyfriend, Derek. He’d decided to occupy his time while waiting on the bed as Derek finished getting ready for their date night by playing around with random apps.

Stiles had taken a photo featuring Derek’s trademark scowl, and was having a great time playing with the lighting and some of the features. When he saw an ad for the premium edition, offering “Magical Changes”, Stiles shrugged and paid the $2.99.

A plethora of extra photo manipulation options popped up on screen, including a makeup section.

“‘Magical Changes’?” Stiles snickered as he clicked the makeup option…

Derek spritzed some of his cologne on as he got ready for his and Stiles’s date night. The werewolf pulled on a white button down shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone to let the cleft of his manly pecs be showcased. He looked like a total man’s man, and as he finished getting ready, Derek gave himself one last look in the mirror.

“Huh?” he wondered aloud as it looked like he was puckering his lips.

Then his eyes widened as his lips gradually inflated, becoming plump and more full as if he’d had some filler. His lips went from thin to a nice set of DSLs before a shimmering substance coated itself over them. The stunned Derek was helpless to do anything except watch as his lips turned pink and glossy, makeup somehow appearing all over his masculine face. His eyelashes lengthened as mascara was applied, and slight eyeshadow formed on his orbitals.

Derek went from looking tough and manly, to pretty and made up.

“What the fuck?” Derek panicked as he stared at his made up face in the mirror. He turned on the hot water at the sink and scrubbed at his face with soap, but no matter how hard he rubbed, the makeup remained. “I can’t go out looking like this!”

The alpha was humiliated at the thought of going around Beacon Hills wearing lipstick and eye shadow, complete with plump lips. His heart raced in his chest as he wondered what was going on…

“Hmm,” Stiles hummed as he continued to play around with his phone. Despite thinking that Derek did look pretty with the makeup filter, it didn’t really suit him too well. He cleared the filters and decided to start anew when a magnifying glass icon caught his eye…

“What the fuck was that?!” Derek huffed as his face changed back to normal in the blink of an eye. The makeup had completely disappeared and his lips were back to their normal size.

The werewolf rubbed at his eyes as if they were just playing tricks on him, which they must’ve, since when Derek examined his reflection, his face looked normal. That was until he felt his ears tingled slightly.

Derek gasped loudly as both of his ears seemingly pulled away from his head, steadily growing larger. They flapped a little outward so that they were forward-facing, giving the shocked Derek a full view of his massive ears that made him look like Dumbo. They were hilariously big, jutting out from his head at a severe angle.

Next, the werewolf nearly went cross-eyed as he watched his nose pack on more size. It wasn’t like a Pinocchio-growth, instead the whole nose packed on size to become larger, taking up more of his face as it jutted further out.

Before long, Derek had a large set of ears and a massive nose that made him feel like he was staring into a funhouse mirror instead of his bathroom mirror.

“What’s happening to me?!” Derek cried out as he grasped at his huge ears in a panic, wondering why his face kept changing…

Stiles could barely contain his hysterics at the silly picture of his boyfriend on his phone. He was about to call it quits when he saw another set of filters: Impressions.

Altering clearing the current filters, Stiles selected the folder and scrolled through the numerous options before finding an interesting one simply labeled “Giga-Chad”…

Again, Derek’s altered face snapped back to normal— his ears and nose deflating to their normal size, giving the werewolf a temporary sense of relief. He kept a cautious eye on the mirror lest his face start to change some more, but as more time passed, Derek breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe I’m just losing my mind…” he trailed off, his eyes widening at the deep baritone to his voice. His voice sounded like it was several octaves deeper, sounding much more masculine than intended.

It was then that Derek watched his lower jaw shift and start to pull outwards. As it grew longer, it also widened significantly, giving the werewolf’s face a squared appearance. A deep cleft formed in his jaw as well, giving it a noticeable dimple. Cheekbones became more pronounced and Derek’s stubble gradually darkened.

“I… uh, I g-guess this look’s not too bad,” Derek muttered in his deeper voice as he ran a shaky hand over his widened jaw…

Stiles nodded with satisfaction over his handy work and pressed “Save” on the app, figuring that he’d show Derek later for a good laugh. He pocketed his phone and sighed as he waited for Derek to finish getting ready, starting to get impatient.

“Der?” Stiles called out. “Are you ready yet?”

“Um, coming!” Derek called out, yet his voice sounded much deeper than usual.

“Are you getting sick?” Stiles asked, concerned at the sound of Derek’s voice. He got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom, pausing at the sight of his altered boyfriend.

Derek was dressed up in his white button down shirt that showcased his muscles perfectly, and his slacks did little to conceal his massive bulge. Yet, most of the focus was his manly square jaw and high cheekbones. The dimpled chin was covered in manly stubble, oozing masculinity.

“How do I look?” Derek asked cheekily in his deep voice, gesturing at his face. “Wait— what are you doing?”

Stiles was already unbuttoning his pants, getting ready to ride the new Giga-Chad all night long.