"Lemme see, if I change Chad back without his balls, he should remain human for 30 minutes to a few hours. If he manages to remain human until dawn, the first rays of sun will change him back into a mindless basketball," Brad prattled as he reviewed a beat up black book. He set the basketball down on the floor next to where Bounder and Max were chowing down on their canned dog food. He muttered some weird foreign words, and Chad began to feel warmer and warmer.
Chad gasped for breath. He had to think to breathe. He was naked on his hands and knees on his kitchen floor, and his crotch felt weirdly empty.
"Stay, Chad," ordered Brad, then he added with over emphasized diction like he was talking to a toddler or an idiot, "Don't speak, don't move, just listen and stay there."
Chad had become so hot during the transformation that he was sweating profusely. Being wet and naked with his body cooling he began to shiver, and his teeth began to chatter.
"Clench your teeth . boy. I want you silent! Stay!"snapped Brad
Bounder and Max became silent too. They stopped eating, and assumed their stay position. Brad trained them well. He could do the same with Chad over the summer. Chad could spend time as a dog and a basketball, Brad thought with a grin. He imagined Chad as a labradoodle fighting with Bounder and Max over his chew toy balls. He looked down at his subservient little brother. He should've nutted him years ago.
He said as much, "Should've nutted you years ago, Chad. Without your nuts you're much more obedient."
Chad clenched his jaw tighter and remained silent, and still as he could. He really wanted to tell Brad that the word was neutered not nutted.
"Good boy, guess you are probably hungry. I'll explain what's going on while we eat. Ma made us a nice dinner, and when she asks how you liked it, you can answer truthfully that you ate it, and loved it. Dont' eat until I tell you. And keep your hands flat on the floor. You eat with Bounder and Max like Bounder and Max eat. Use your hands, and instead of human food you will eat dog food. Dont speak or nod your head, I know you understand. If you do what you are told you will get your balls back at the end of the week. Okay, eat!"
Instantly, Bounder and Max lowered their heads and started eating. Chad looked at Brad, sighed, and lowered his head, and began eating. Mash potatoes and gravy hung from his nose, but he could feel his brother's watchful glare, and kept eating hands free. Chad was leaking the last of the gravy and peas from his bowl, when Brad next addressed him.
"Well, I'm going to take Bounder and Max walkies at the park later, but we can't have you going walkies then. So go upstairs, get in the tub, and I'll clean out your insides with an enema," Brad said, and noticing Chad open his mouth to speak, "uh, uh, no speaking until I specifically order you to speak. Got it, ball boy?"
Chad swallowed his unspoken words, and dashed upstairs. It felt weird running without balls. His cock seemed to flop around more. It swung between his legs and hit the bottom of his butt cheek as he ran up the stairs.
He was standing in the tub when Brad arrived with Bounder and Max on his heels to watch his humiliation. Brad filled his bowels, then let him evacuate into a bucket. He filled Chad using a rubber hose 6 more times. The water going into the bucket was totally clear after the 3rd enema. Brad was just getting off on torturing Chad.
"There. Now we can go to the park. Ready to go boys?" Brad asked the dogs.
He pulled the chew toy formerly Chad's balls from his pocket. Chad looked expectantly from his balls to his brother.
Brad grinned. Then as he tossed the chew toy between Max and Bounder, he held his hand out toward Chad, and said, "Be the ball."
The dejected looking naked eunuch suddenly was an orange orb floating in midair. Brad's hands caught him before he fell in the tub.
Brad said to the dogs, "Come Max, Come Bounder, we're going to the park. I bet I can get a pickup game, and maybe get laid too."
He leashed the dogs, then dribbled Chad to the park as the dogs trotted behind him.
Chad whined miserably to himself the whole time. He really thought Brad would let him stay human until dawn, and maybe give him his balls back. Now he was being taken to the night basketball courts at the park. He wondered if Brad knew Chad was aware and conscious while he was a basketball or really thought Chad was a mindless inanimate object while transformed. Chad really hoped it was the latter.