"Stop..." Andy gripped his head, "Dude...dude, I...I'm serious, man..."
"What's wrong, Rob?" Chad laughed, "Gonna CRY?"
"I...I feel it...in my head," he massaged his temples, "Like...like someone's clearing out smoke. This can't...this can't be happening, I WON! I got you, we...we were gonna be brothers."
"We are brothers, dude," Chad drawled, looking Andy over, "Wait...you're serious."
"Yes, I'm serious, you idiot!" he barked, his voice harsher, sterner than he'd intended, "I...I'm sorry, man, I...I didn't mean...I'm changing, dude, it's gonna turn me into..."
His hand spasmed wildly, dropping the blunt to the floor, where it guttered out, "Gonna...make me into...aw, fuck..." he could feel his hair pulling back into his skull, shortening into a neat crewcut, "What...you...were."
Chad's eyes widened, "No. N-no, I...I didn't want that. I...I'm sorry, dude! How do I..."
"I don't...I don't know! But..." he groaned, feeling his hands begin to expand, "I've got to...got to fight..."
"Shit, dude, you...you're growing!"
"I don't want this! I...I hate working out, a...and getting sweaty and...ARGH, MY HANDS!"
His palms were hardening, toughening up as heavy callouses formed on his palms, the legacy of rough tumbles, palmed balls, and bats clenched between thickened fingers.
"D-dude, you...you've gotta help me!"
"I don't know what to do, man!" Chad protested, getting down on his knees beside Andy.
"There...there has to be some word, or...or something!"
"I can't remember! My...my head's all fogged up, I...I'm sorry."
"Got...got to fight it..." Andy muttered as his head continued to pound, his arms bulking up, straining the limits of his grungy tanktop, "Can't...can't be some dumbass, sports-playing, preppy jo-ah-AH!"
His feet began growing, straining against the ratty sneakers he was wearing. One by one, his toes burst through the thin material, newly tanned, trimmed, and with a light dusting of dark hair.
"My feet! Aw God, my feeARGH!
New shoes materialized from the ruins of the old. Sleak, shining red and black Jordans. He felt them form around his feet, the cotton of black Nike crew socks slowly climbing up along his calves. He never wore socks! He hated them, thought they were unnecessary and smothering and...
"Legs..." he groaned, "Bulking up."
He never spoke like that. 'Bulking up'? No, no, this wasn't right, this wasn't fair...
His legs broadened and thickened, his cargo shorts transforming into sleek red basketball shorts.
"Ch...Chad..." he groaned, "I...I don't want to...lose..."
His mind, his bands, his weed, his fun...
His brother.
"I'm not going anywhere," Chad put a hand on Andy's muscled arm, "I swear, dude, I...I'll help you turn back, I swear!"
"My mind...it's almost gone, m-man..." he whispered, "I can feel...I can feel it. Sports and girls and cars, dribbling up and down the court, speeding down the interstate like a maniac, taking some hot piece of ass in my...ARGH!"
He came as the changes reaches his dick, his balls dropping and his cock expanding from a modest six to a full eleven inches. He could feel the hot cum dribbling down his new toned thighs, his shoulders broadening and chest hardening as his tanktop shredded and was replaced with a jersey to match the rest of his basketball kit.
"Andy! Andy, dude, your face..."
"My..." he pressed his hands to his face, feeling his jaw shift, his nose reform into a handsome, angular shape, his acne smoothing out and a gentle layer of stubble spreading across his chin, "My name isn't..."
"No! No, bro, please, man, you...you're..."
"Rob," he opened his eyes, looking down at his body, feeling the cum-slick hairs on his legs, "Fuck, I creamed my shorts! Hell am I doing in uniform for, do I got a game or...?" he turned to look at Chad, "Fuck are you doing in my room, drip?"
"I...I'm your brother, man. Remember, we..."
"I know you're my brother. Please, don't remind me. God, I feel like shit," he ran a hand through his neat, trim hair, "Now, go! Think I'm gonna call my boys, put some reps together. I need to clear my head."
With that, he turned on his heel and left the room, and his brother, behind.