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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.” 

Officer Counihan ticketed a strange guy for speeding, and the next morning when he woke up, his head was hilariously tiny. His squeaky voice and awkward proportions made him humiliated at first. However, the hot cop eventually came to enjoy the way his tiny head made his muscles look all the more bigger by comparison.

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.”

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.

Get yourself someone who looks at you like Voltaire looks at Doug Jones' shrunken head. 🤣