Brad shot baskets until after dark. A nearby streetlamp illuminated the driveway while Brad dribbled and dunked. He was free to focus on his game. No need to worry about his horny kid bro getting a girl knocked up, or ending up in the Emergency Room from driving drunk or some stupid stunt gone wrong. He should have changed Chad into a basketball years ago.
Next he shot three pointers. Around 9 pm, he went inside with the ball wedged in his sweaty armpit. Chad slowly was able to focus. His head throbbed, he had blurry vision, and a ringing in his ears. His brother's stinky armpit was even a welcome relief to the constant pounding he had experienced for hours. His nuts still ached, but it was a dull throbbing pain like Brad had put each nut in a vise.
Brad opened the refrigerator. There were two saran wrapped dinner plates from mother. He popped them in the oven to warm. While they heated up, Chad slowly gathered his wits. Brad must be going to change him back because he was heating two dinners up, right? Chad would be on his best behavior, then Brad would say this was only a prank, right? Oh, how his head hurt. He knew it wasn't really just a prank. After dinner, Brad would probably change him back into a basketball.
"Max, Bounder! Dinnertime! Where did those mutts get off to anyway?" He looked in the backyard, then decided to search the house.
They were in Chad's room sprawled out on top Chad's bedsheets still fighting over their new chew toy. Chad remembered, and understood the pain in his nuts.
"Give me that boys. You can play with it later. Give it to me now! "
The two dogs barked. They wanted their toy back.
"Downstairs! Now!" Brad barked. The dogs bolted downstairs. Brad was really a good dog trainer, and had trained both Max and Bounder. He tossed the chew toy on Chad's bed.
"Nighty, night. Man those dogs really like Chad's balls. I'd let them keep 'em 'cepting, I need them to change Chad back at the end of the week. Just need to keep the toy away from the ball except when I want - correction- need Chad human. College will be great. Chad will be the ball 80% of the time. The other 20% he will be studying, and getting all As because it he flanks out, he'll be the ball 24/7."
Brad chuckled as he ambled back to the kitchen. "I'm so lucky you're a mindless ball, Chad, or I'd have to worry about you trying to get even or something? Oh, gawd. I'm talking to a ball!" Brad laughed, and spun Chad on his finger.
The timer binged. Brad took the two plates from the oven.