Chad next pushed Chad's head down inside his chest. Then one arm into his torso, then the other arm. Soon Chad's headless, armless body was lying on the fieldhouse dirt floor. His legs were pushed in too. Contrary to every law of science that Chad knew, he was not only still alive, conscious and aware, but he was significantly lighter.
Brad was now holding him in one hand, as he molded Chad's torso into a sphere with blue testicles. Chad couldn't see his skin becoming pebble like a basketball or the color shift of his round body from blue to orange. Slowly Chad's vision shifted to the surface of his new hollow body.
"That's it bro. Be the ball. Specifically, be my basketball. Nearly perfect?" Brad said rotating the basketball in his hand until he was staring at Chad's blue balls.
"Well, Bro since you're blue balling it this week, having blue balls seems appropriate, but whoever heard of a basketball with balls? You'd be impossible to dribble properly."
Brad grabbed Chad's balls and tugged, he tugged harder, then to Chad's horror, Brad ripped his balls off. Then taking a testicle in each hand, Brad stretched Chad's disembodied sac. The worst part was that Chad could still feel them even though they were detached. Soon Brad had molded Chad's scrotum into a cartoon bone shape.
"Max! Bounder! Come here boys! I got you a new toy!"
Brad waved the cartoon bone toy toy in the air as Max and Bounder jumped for it. Then he let each dog bite one end of the bone, and let go. Chad was in hell as the dogs played tug of war with his balls. He didn't notice Brad pick him back up and finish molding him onto a basketball. Then he pulled out a black marker and wrote his name on the ball.
Mine! Mine! echoed in Chad's mind as each dog claimed his reshaped nuts as their own. Suddenly, BRAD blared in his mind. Damn, Chad felt totally pwned by his big brother.
Brad dribbled the ball formerly his kid brother toward the field house exit. Max and Bounder followed with one end of the bone in each dog's mouth.
Chad had briefly wondered how his brother had done this to him. But between the teeth chewing his balls and the constant spinning and hitting the ground then hitting Brad's hand again and again, he couldn't think of anything but the pain.
Between bounces, Brad mentioned something about his parents being right. This week with Chad will be good practice for when Chad goes to college as Brad's roommate. Chad soon only hears the rhythm of bouncing in his head.