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Lost the story that went with this 😢
But I love headshrinking, and I really love it makes Alex’s body look even bigger.
“What. A. Day!” Stiles sighed as he slumped into the loft where his boyfriend lived/lurked. He shrugged his backpack to the ground and walked over to the couch where Derek sat.
“Bad day?” the werewolf asked in his usual gruff monotone, but still put a buff arm around the human’s slender shoulders.
Stiles threw his hands up into the air. “I swear my Folklore professor has it out for me!” he whined, noting the amused look in his boyfriend’s eyes. “I’m serious!”
Derek just nodded, already knowing that his hyperactive boyfriend was going to regale him with some lavish, over-exaggerated tale. “Sure…”
The smaller man shook it away. “No, really, Derek,” he explained, “Professor Collins seems to have it out for me, ever since I turned him down when he asked me out!”
That spiked Derek’s attention and the werewolf perked up, feeling his territorial instincts over his boyfriend starting to grow, his arm around his shoulders tightening the slightest bit. He even fought to suppress the jealous growl that was bubbling in his muscled chest.
Stiles carried on, blissfully unaware of his boyfriend’s change of mood. “He gave me a zero on my quiz last week, had me do my presentation alone while everyone else got a partner, and today after class he made me stay late!”
Derek felt his lips curl over his teeth. “He did?” he asked through gritted teeth.
The spastic human nodded. “And get this, he had the balls to ask me out again, for like the thousandth time, and of course I said ‘No’; but this time, I made sure to mention that I have a boyfriend, hoping that he’d get the hint.” He trailed off for a little bit. “And it seemed to work for a little bit, and he even offered me an espresso and told me to say ‘Hi’ to you for him… so, uh, ‘Hi’.” He cheekily smiled at the end of his story.
Despite how it seemed like the pervy professor had given up, Derek was still pissed to no end at the thought of another man trying to creep on his boyfriend. The possessive wolf instinct in him caused him to lean forward and pepper kisses along Stiles’s jawline.
Stiles moaned slightly and crooked his head to the side, giving Derek access to his neck. The scraping of the werewolf’s stubble against his own smooth skin sent little jolts of electricity straight to his cock.
With a smirk on his handsome face, Derek leaned forward and pinned Stiles down onto his back, immediately attacking his lips with his stubble-framed ones. Stiles gladly allowed him access when he lapped at his bottom lip, deepening the kiss with an animalistic growl. Derek ran his hands along Stiles’s smooth skin, his claws teasingly scraping against it, making him arch his back. As their tongues danced and they heatedly made out, Stiles began to notice that something was off.
The taste of the coffee that the mysterious Professor Collins had offered him still lingered in his mouth, but it seemed to grow in intensity for a brief moment. Then he felt what seemed like Derek biting his tongue a bit, making him yelp and jerk back.
“What the hell…” Stiles trailed off, his words getting lost in his throat when he looked up at his boyfriend.
Derek glanced down at him, a confused look on his face. He didn’t seemed to be aware of the fact that his head had shrunk down to the size of an orange. It still the same proportions, however, it made his already broad shoulders look absolutely massive. It was an odd sight seeing such a muscled up man with an incredibly tiny head, making Stiles stare back in confused awe, the taste of coffee still on his tongue.
Derek cocked his small eyebrow in wonder, staring down at his boyfriend in confusion. “What’s wrong?” the werewolf asked, his voice sounding like he’d been huffing on helium, resembling more of a chipmunk than a tough alpha werewolf. He winced and cleared his throat before trying again. “What’s the matter… *ahem, what is it— what’s wrong with my voice?”
Derek shot off the couch, nearly stumbling to the floor due to his perception being all thrown off. The first thing he noticed was how massive his pecs looked, appearing as if they’d ballooned out in front of him, and when he turned to look at his shoulders, they seemed to stretch on for meters. His tiny head paled and he brought his hands in front of his face, gasping as he looked at the massive mattress-sized hands he seemed to possess.
“What the fuck?!” he squeaked in his high pitched voice. “Did I grow?!”
Stiles slowly stood to his feet, taking in the odd sight of the werewolf with the shrunken head. “Uh, no?” he meekly answered, pulling out his phone and taking a quick picture before showing it to his boyfriend.
Derek nearly passed out when he saw the photo of himself with a tiny head. “How the fuck did this happen?!” he squeaked, trying to sound pissed off, but his tiny voice made him sound ridiculous.
Stiles fought hard not to laugh, and covered his smiling mouth with his hand.
“This isn’t funny!” Derek growled, which sounded even funnier in its higher pitch. He resulted to stomping his heavy foot down onto the floor in order to sound intimidating. He had no idea how this had even happened or how to fix it… if he even could. That last thought made his heart race and he started to fear the thought of walking through public with people turning to look in wonder at the freakshow with the tiny head. He looked like a caricature with such exaggerated muscles and a head barely the size of a baseball, coupled with a comical squeaky voice that was in no way threatening.
As he panicked, Stiles got a call from an unknown number and and answered.
“Hey Stiles, it’s Professor Collins,” the professor said on the other line. “I’m guessing you figured out my little potion by now. Suffice to say, you can either go out with a hot professor with a high paying job and a gym-built physique… or you can date a werewolf who looks like he cosplays Beetlejuice. Your choice.”
“What?” Stiles gasped. “You sick fuck!”
The professor laughed. “Fine, I suppose I have your answer. And by the way, yes, it is permanent. Have fun!” He hung up.
Derek couldn’t believe what he’d heard, panicking at the idea of spending the rest of his days looking and sounding like an absolute freak. How could he maintain his status as an alpha if he sounded like a chipmunk? And how could he intimidate enemy packs if he struts around with a wildly disproportionate body? He looked over at the mirror hanging on the wall, huffing at his warped reflection and tiny, angry face staring back. The movement made his massive shoulders rise, nearly covering his puny head with their bulk.
“Well, um,” Stiles tried to comfort him, “at least I didn’t give you a blowjob?”
Derek just scowled back, trying to see the bright side. He may have a shrunken head, but at least he still had Stiles.
Stiles, red in the face from obviously trying to hold back a laugh, approached the older werewolf. With the Bestiary in hand, he tapped on Peter’s broad shoulder.
“Hey Peter?” he asked, his voice cracking as he struggled to maintain composure.
“Hmm?” Peter answered, casually looking back at the human, his interest already piqued.
Stiles held out the ancient-looking text, putting on his cutest puppy look. “Can you please read this passage?” he asked. “I’m having a little trouble.”
Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes, but on the inside he was melting at the look Stiles gave him. “Fine,” he sighed, grabbing the Bestiary, not-so-subtly allowing his fingers to graze Stiles’s. He studied the mysterious looking writing, unsure as to what it meant. “Um, cranius reductus frazos imperatum...?”
A slight shudder ran through the werewolf and he swayed on his feet a little bit. He blinked away the stars that filled his vision, seeing that Stiles’s smile had grown exponentially, and he couldn’t help but grin back.
“What is it...” Peter asked, but trailed off when he heard the way his voice sounded like he’d been sucking on helium. “*Ahem, what’s so funny... what’s wrong with my voice?”
The werewolf confusedly looked around the room, his eyes stopping as soon as he saw his warped reflection in the mirror on the wall.
“What happened to me?!” he roared/squeaked when he saw that his head was the size of a pomegranate. He held his hands up in front of his face in shock, freaked out over how humongous they appeared to him with his changed perspective. Everything in the room looked bigger and much farther away. His shoulders seemed as if they’d broadened outwards and his chest was much thicker... however, he knew that it was all a trick of his changed perspective. Everything was the same. His head was just tiny.
Stiles finally lost his composure and burst out into hysterics. “Deaton taught me that little spell!” he laughed, holding onto his sides as the tiny-headed werewolf glared at him.
“You better fix this!” Peter growled as he tried to look intimidating. However, with his tiny head and his high-pitched voice, he felt more ridiculous than anything.
“Don’t look so mad, Peter. It should wear off by tomorrow morning... I hope.”
As Coach Benson stood in the locker room, he forced himself to ignore the snickering of the football players. The muscled athletes around him did their best to avoid eye contact, some covering their grins with their hands while others red in the face from trying not to burst into hysterics.
The football coach grimaced and cleared his throat a couple times before trying to deepen his voice to resemble anything like the booming, manly tones he used to possess. "Alright boys," he squeaked, the chipmunk-like voice making him sound like he'd been sucking on helium, "we're going to face off against--"
Despite their best efforts, the football players lost their composure and each one of them (including the water boy) started to laugh at the cartoonish sound of the older man's voice.
"Fuck this..." Coach Benson huffed as he stormed off back to his office.
He used to be an imposing figure who oozed masculinity and who could easily get what he wanted just by puffing out his beefy, hairy chest or by using his baritone to bark orders at people he viewed smaller than him. However, he'd tried to push around one of the science nerds who didn't feel like tutoring his QB, and then he became one of those freak's science experiments.
Coach looked in the mirror that was in his office, a frown set deep on his face as he stared back at his reflection. He still had all of his hard-earned muscles that bulged with power and stretched the confines of his polo to the limit. However, now that was capped off with a head the size of a ripe apple, complete with a squeaky voice.
Now instead of obeying his every order, the former alpha man felt like he was butt of every joke. All of the football players now mocked him for his tiny head and silly voice instead of treating him with the upmost respect. And none of the other nerdy teachers or coaches would listen to him try to bark out demands. Shoot, even his girlfriend left him for a guy with smaller muscles... but a normal-sized head.
"Fuckin' nerds," Coach irritatedly huffed to himself in his squeaky voice, already planning on begging the nerd to change him back after the game.
Poor Superman was hit by one of Lex Luthor’s shrink rays… but it only hit his head.
His buddy is looking at him, wondering why he didn't read the side effects on that new pre-workout.
Peter: *Squeaks "So, Almighty Alpha, what did we learn today?"
Derek: *Sighs and then squeaks "Don't growl at a voodoo priestess."
Headshrinking is my favorite photo edit to do, so of course Ian had to get one.
Ever since getting cursed, the cowboy was annoyed with his tiny head and his squeaky voice. However, he was relieved that he was able to find a cowboy hat that fit his shrunken head.
Brad Rowe studied himself in the mirror one final time, running his eyes up and down his impeccable form that was tanned and contest ready.
“Ready to kill it out there?” one of his friendlier competitors, Alan, asked him. The other bodybuilder was massive, clad in just a red poser that popped out noticeably against his tanned skin. His muscles were rippling and looked like he’d spent incredible amounts of time in the gym in order to grow them to their incredible size.
Brad ran a nervous eye over Alan, suddenly feeling inadequate next to the other bodybuilder. Sure Brad was solid with hard-earned muscle, but he looked much smaller when he stood next to Alan.
“What?” Alan asked him, picking up on his friend’s nerves.
Brad shook his head and chuckled a little, trying to get over his envy. “It’s just, shit, you look so fuckin’ massive!” he laughed and then gestured at himself. “I think I can only try for second now. Kinda makes me wish I had a bigger body.” He tried to laugh at the end of his statement, but his jealousy was clearly evident in his expression.
Alan chewed on his lower lip for a second before perking up. “Gimme a sec,” he bellowed and waddled off. It didn’t take long for him to return, handing Brad a little cup of water that looked like some Alka-Seltzer had been dropped into it.
“What’s this?” Brad asked, cocking his eyebrow at the offered drink.
Alan smirked. “It’s something some guys use,” he smiled. “It’ll make your body look HUGE.”
“Kinda late…” Brad mumbled, but wanting to be nice to his buddy, chugged down the drink in under a couple of seconds. The bubbles tickled his throat as it went down and the extreme carbonation made him a little lightheaded. He let out a loud burp.
The announcer shouted out that it was time for the competitors to line up to head out on stage.
“See ya out there!” Alan said as he waddled over towards the stage.
Brad took a step forward, but the dizziness in his head intensified. He felt like he was about to topple over and had to steady himself against the wall in order to catch his breath.
“Damn, what the hell?” he grunted as he tried to take a deep breath.
He blinked the stars out of his vision and let out another burp, the gas from the fizzy drink building up in his gut. His sight returned and his eyes went wide when he saw his muscles actually starting to grow right in front of his eyes.
The bodybuilder held out both of his jacked arms in front of him, smiling widely in disbelief as he saw them grow in size, appearing to get larger and larger with each passing second. Even his chest pushed out, his pecs pushing farther away from him and jutting out far enough to block his view of his lower body. His heart raced in his now-enormous chest and Brad couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt as he watched his muscles pump up right before his eyes as if he were a balloon being inflated. The drink that Alan had given him had actually worked!
“I can’t believe it worked— what the fuck?!” Brad squeaked, going deathly white when he heard the chipmunk-sounding voice that escaped from his mouth. It was so high-pitched that it sounded as if the muscle man had been huffing on helium.
He reached up to rub at his throat, his head hurting as if felt like he had to focus all of his attention just to maneuver one massive limb. Once his hand was in front of his face, he yelped when he noticed that his palms were giant too, looking as if they were now the size of a workout plate.
The panicking bodybuilder shifted his line of sight back towards the mirror that he’d been standing in front of earlier, gasping at what he saw.
“What happened to me?!” he squeaked in his comical voice as he stared at his new body. His muscles were their same size; they hadn’t grown a single inch. Instead, the bodybuilder stared in horror at his head which had shrank down to the size of a plum.
He looked ridiculous with such a tiny head attached to his massive bodybuilder frame, throwing his proportions all out of sync. It made his body look enormous by comparison, Brad reddening when he realized what Alan had done to him.
“That son of a bitch!” he growled in his chipmunk voice. He tried to stomp over to the stage where everyone else was, but his body felt so heavy and giant that it was hard just to move. He had to focus all of his attention whenever he picked up a muscled leg and stepped forward, careful not to topple over.
“Brad Rowe!” one of the workers called out. “You’re about to be called up on stage! Are you ready?” Footsteps sounded out and one of the employees walked back, dropping his clipboard in shock when he saw Brad and his tiny head.
“You have to help me!” Brad shouted, cupping his hands in front of his entire head to amplify his small voice. “Call a doctor!”
The employee ran disbelieving eyes up and down Brad’s form. “Whoa, Dude,” he mused. “You’re massive!”
Brad wanted to argue, but looked back into the mirror again. His body looked totally giant when his tiny head was taken into consideration. His muscles were massive, and with a plum-sized head, they’d only look all the more bigger.
“A-are you ready to go onstage?” the employee repeated.
All of the fear drained out of Brad and he threw both of his giant arms up in the air, performing a double biceps pose. His small head nearly disappeared behind all the flexed muscle. “Yeah!” he squeaked. “…I just need some help getting to the stage.”
I tried to inflate this stud's pecs, but it looked odd. So then I tried to shrink his head a bit to make his muscles look bigger, and now he looks like this! Haha, still kinda nice I think.
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.
The guy took a little bit to notice that his head had shrunk, and when he finally did, he kind of liked how big it made his body look in comparison!
"When the producers first shrank my head, I was a little nervous," Tyler squeaked into the microphone, his voice perpetually sounding like he'd been sucking on helium. "But now, my tiny head makes my muscles look HUGE! I love it!"
In an attempt to look bigger, Bobby decided to shrink his head. His squeaky voice took some getting used to, but he loves how huge his muscles look.
Oh wow! I stumbled upon this post from my old Tumblr! This one was fun to make haha!
HeadShrinking Shenanigans
After playing around with the apps on his phone, Alex Crockford laughed at the photo-altering app which made his picture look like he had a really tiny head. However, after he closed the app and looked in the mirror, the stud was shocked to see that his reflection had the same tiny head as the morphed image. In his panic, Alex accidentally dropped his phone, breaking the screen in a way that he couldn’t unlock it and fix himself…
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Luka Dončić was blissfully unaware of the curse one of the players on the opposing team had placed on him: For every point he scores, his head will get slightly smaller. It wasn’t until he heard the laughing from the fans in the audience and saw his picture displayed on the large screens that he noticed what had happened to him.
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[Small continuation of https://ultram0th2.tumblr.com/post/680563795540803584/you-already-knew-this-was-cuming-but-alex]
Poor Alex Lederman was holed up in his house, trying to get used to living with a shrunken head. His depth perception was all off, making everything seem further away than it was, and it was all the more difficult maneuvering his bulky body. But worse was how his sexy baritone voice had morphed into a cartoonish squeak that made him sound like chipmunk.
“This is bullshit,” he squeaked in his helium-esque voice as he stared in the mirror at his warped proportions.
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“Look, Man, you proved your point,” the personal trainer squeaked in his small voice. “I shouldn’t have tried to scam you. Now please change me back!” He gestured at his baseball-sized head with a buff arm, the juxtaposing sizes making him look all the more ridiculous.
The magical client scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” he smirked. “Why don’t we go show off your new form to everyone else out on the floor? Then maybe after a few months I’ll consider changing you back.”
The personal trainer sighed, defeated; and he followed behind the client, his tiny head already turning red from the impending humiliation.
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“What the fuck?!” my roommate cried out, his voice having shot up several octaves as he stared in horror at his tiny head that looked completely out of place atop his buff physique. “You said that the steroids wouldn’t shrink anything!”
“No,” I corrected him, “I said it wouldn’t shrink your junk. I didn’t say anything about your head.”
“Whatever,” he chirped, “just give me the damn antidote so I can fix this. I can’t go walking around with a shrunken head!”
I paused, confused. “…antidote?”
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The hunky officer handed the driver the speeding ticket. “Now just be sure to drive the speed limit from now on,” he said in his bass-filled voice that oozed authority.
The driver, scowling, snatched the ticket away from him and turned to stare daggers at him. “Cranium emarcesco!” he spat before speeding away.
The officer felt light-headed for a moment as a tingling sensation washed over him. It quickly passed and he shook his head, confused about what had just happened.
“Fuckin’ freak…” he muttered to himself, wincing when he heard his voice sounding like he’d been huffing on helium. He cleared his throat. “That was weird… What’s wrong with my voice?!” No matter how much he coughed or tried to clear his throat, the officer was panicking as he couldn’t stop sounding like a chipmunk.
He hurried to his patrol car and once he caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming high-pitched.
His head was at least four times smaller than it should’ve been, looking like it was about the size of a ripe orange. Its tininess made his shoulder look ridiculously broad, and apparently it was the cause behind his cartoonish voice.
“What the fuck happened to me?” the officer cried as he stared in horror at his shrunken head.