John looks at his behmouth brother and shakes his head. "Man If only I wasn't such a damn baller and thought instead of wanting more fun!" And with that thought the image of a basketball popped into dylans head. "Oh no! Not john too!" Dylan bursted out as he looked at john who also was staring in fright. He looked down at his hands which were beginning to turn a deep brownish orange color. Sticking them up to his face he began to see the color spreading over his skin, which made him panick."Oh god dylan I don't want to be like this! I don't want to be a ball! Can you help me!?" He said as the color began to creep up his face. With a weird hissing noise he lifted up his stomach to see he no longer had a belly button but an black rubber air hole, with lines and bumps beginning to form around it. "Don't worry john I'll figure it out, does it hurt at all? PLease tell me you feel ok!?"
John began to calm down a bit and said " yeah I feel fine, it actually makes me fell lighter by the second, kinda weird? Hey wanna shoot hoops? When's the nba on!" John muttered as the lines and bumps began to creep up his chest and up over his head. Lines like the criss cross of a basketball began to appear on his head like a tatoo. Since john shaved his head they were visble right away as was the new bumps that began to appear on him. "Oh man john you look like a statue made of basketball skin!" Dylan said with a laugh! John could onlty think about basketball, basketball games, practicing drills, making sure he was inflated right. "John look at your stomach! You better strip down to your underwear before your cloths rip too!" Dylan said as john began to inflate rounder and rounder. "John just giggled and said basketball? basketball basketball basketball!" Dylan could tell that it was spreading to his mind already. AS dylan stripped him down to his underwear the hissing continued to get louder and john began to expand even more.
What was weird was the more he expanded the smaller he got? "John can you understand me? your starting to shrink down? I think your almost finished changing?" As he said this johns skin began to get tatoo/ burn marks that said "nike" and "Inflate to 9lbs" along with "Indorced by the nba" around what used to be his belly button. The last one to appear was "John" in jagged letters like the hulk. John just giggled and nodded his head, which seemed to be the only thing left of his body along with his tiny feet and hands. Soon there was another loud hiss of air and johns mouth opened up making his arms and feet dissapear into his body. With a wide smile on his face, his head folded back and deflated into his body, his mouth now just a black line. With a few bounces the basketball john rolled across the driveway and hit the side of the truck. Pro just looked on and said "Serves you right! I'm so hungry though! Can I eat some more?"
John the basketball sat in the sun baking away, ready for someone to play a game with him, and dylan barked back to pro "You dumbass! If you eat anymore you'll explode into a pile of muscle and guts!" And he looked at john and couldn't rresist to pick him up and dribbled him around a little before shooting him threw the hoop of the makeshift backboard on his garage door. With a couple of bounces he fell into the gras and rolled a little, stopping in the grass and sitting there in the hot sun, waiting for more.