Brendon looks down at his step dad, quickly going over to the stereo to turn down his music. "Is there anything I can do?"
It was then that Brendon noticed his step dad rubbing his hands over his face slowly. "Something's happening..." Rick said.
Brendon looked down at his step dad's head. It was the size of a cantaloupe, and was shrinking. Clumps of hair were falling from the sides of his head as he rubbed it with his fingers. Rick could feel his face puffing outward inside his hands. His mouth was pushing forward from his face, his teeth sinking into his gums. "I dunno whaff's happening, but it feelph wrong..."
"Rick...?" Brendon timidly said, watching him experimenting with his own face. Rick pulled a hand down to his neck, which was starting to grow slightly longer. Brendon looked down at his now completely bald father, his father's head was smaller than a softball and very puffy and red. His ears were completely sunken into the sides of his head, and his son watched as his eyes sank to the sides of his face. Rick opened his eyes again and was instantly disoriented. Rick quickly stood up, only to find a sudden head rush forcing him back to his knees.
Rick's hands fell away from his face. Brendon peered over to see that Rick's mouth was completely gone and replaced with a vertical slit. He began to drool onto the carpet, moaning uncontrollably. Brendon was beginning to feel sick.
Suddenly, two and two comes together in Brendon's mind, and he realizes what he's looking at. "Oh God. Rick!!" He began to dart off, disgusted, but was stopped by the inclination that his stepfather was in actual danger. His father's head was smaller than a golf-ball with his veiny neck six times the length of his phallic face. Beady eyes stuck off the sides of Rick's head, but he could barely interpret what he was seeing. Rick blindly clawed at the air, gurgling for help. a fleshy sack began to drop at the base of Rick's neck, with tiny curly hairs growing. Rick scratched at the sack, trying to feel what it was.
By now Rick had a disturbed idea of what was going on as he got a grip on his neck, and began to stroke up and down. In his mind, Rick was chuckling. He'd nearly forgotten that Brendon was still in the room. "Sick!!!" His son screamed, stamping out of the room. Rick watched with beady eyes as his son left him helpless and alone, but he still couldn't help himself.
Brendon slammed the door behind him, leaving a loud thud in Rick's mind, causing his head to shudder slightly. Brendon promptly ran downstairs, but noticing the spreading pink fumes, held his breath and ran outside.