Dylan grabs the wand from John, and points at Pro. The behemoth rocks
back and forth on his back like an inverted turtle or beached whale.
"There's no way we're going to move him like that, and I sure don't
want to clean up the mess when he pops. But my truck's nearly full, so
I'm going to have to make him small enough to fit in there with all
the other stuff. John, you can stay here, and-"
"No way. I'm responsible for the mess Pro's in now, I want to go with
him and you too."
"As you wish! Kaboodle!" says Dylan tapping John with the wand. He
didn't want to get delayed any more with an argument. John seemed to
vanish, but Dylan knew he would find some thing inside the clothing
that shouldn't be there.
"Okay, this is weird? What were you thinking of, John, when I changed
you?" He laid out the contents of the heap that John had been
wearing. Shirt, pants, red bikini brief underwear, socks shoes, watch,
ring, cock ring, wallet, keys, chewing gum. The cock ring seemed to be
unnaturally warm, as if it had its own internal heat source.
"I didn't know you wore a cock ring? Why would you think of a cock
ring as something sma-oh, damn, you were looking at my crotch. Just
for that you dirty little bastard, I'll wear you," Dylan said
unzipping and forcing his cock and balls into the tiny cock ring. "See
I was bigger than you thought, John."
He then turned his attention to the now huge Pro, who was struggling
to try to catch a nearby fly in his mouth with his tongue. Dylan shook
his head.
"Ballooned Pro an inflatable toy become, so I can let your air out and
take you to the shed. Abrakazam!" he aimed the wand.
"You two are weird bros," Dylan said shaking his head as he let the
air out of the inflatable sheep that Pro had become. He folded Pro up
and stashed him in the side of the flatbed. Then he glanced down at
his more pronounced bulge.
"On second thought, John, I like your choice. You make a damn fine
cock ring. You know your bro's essential to the team, but you're only
a second stringer. Well, I'll probably try to change you back anyway.
If I can't well, you know you've got a nice warm place to call home."
Dylan laughed and slapped his crotch. He policed the area to make
sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Then he grabbed the single piece of
gum from John's stuff and tossed it in his mouth and started chewing.