Dylan stands there and sighs, looking up at the sun and this major predicament and happens to glance at pro. "Man pro you sure are big man!" Pro just looking at the basketball that used to be his brother said "Are you gonna feed me? I'm still hungry! please!!" And tries to move his muscled legs. Dylan just laughs as pro moves his hands about trying to pick up a piece of food on the ground he had missed, desperate to eat more still! "Man pro I can't beleive you! Your ready to burst into a million pieces, your muscles so big you can't even move at all, and you just want more food!" Bewildered he sees the glory of pro's muscles, his arms peaked at 35, no wait 40 inches. his chest is so wide it blocks the light streaming down on the grass where he stands motionless. "I'll tell you what, I'm gonna make another wish for you, so at least your clothed a little!" And waves the wand with a smerk and says "Pro is so big that he can hardly move, gie him football gear to wear so I don't see him when he moons!" And with that a helmet and shoulder pads appear on the monstrous muscle machine! "Whuph did oh du phat phor?" Said pro threw his new mouth gear. Dylan smiled a little as pro showed a angry look threw the humungus grill of his helmet. "Ah quit your gryping pro! You look good! I'd want you on my team if you were a little more mobile! Hell you look like one of thos cartoon characters on a tatoo! Like a over muscled football player that has his sleeves shredded!" And with that thought the wand dropped and dylan said "Oh no!"
Pro began to feel more stiff suddenly, a bit more mobile but stiff, and began to move his arms now. "Oh man thank god you did that, now if I can get the helmet off me!" He mentioned frustrated as he tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't budge! It was almost like it was a part of him. "Oh man I feel weird again! Why won't this gear come off!" He said as he looked at his now gloved hands. Slowly his cleated feet started to change color, they were like there suppose to be, but looked as though they were only ink on skin? "This is weird man! I feel like I'm changing all over? It feels so strange and weird?" He mentioned as he calmed down more.
Dylan just watched as pro began to change even more, his padded legs and socks now looking like his feet, a grey patterned pair of football pants out of ink with long socks. Next came his stomach and jeresy of purple and red, which the numbers became more vibrant and the purple a bit more dull than shiny nylon. "Oh man pro, I think you are becomig a tatoo!" Said dylan as it reached his chest and shoulder padded shoulders and neck. "Oh man I can't move, this is all so weird! Will you help me out man? I need to be on you for some reason?" And as he said that his jersey sleeves tore a little, as his arms burst out and changed to ink, veiny biceps that showed so vivdly on his new form. "Can you move toward me pro?" Dylan said as pro's face began to change. Pro nodded as best he could with his ink neck as the red grill and his face became one. A look of determination came across his face as his now flat body started to float towards dylan. Dylan held up his arm to make sure the spot was empty for pro the tatoo, as pro's eyes turned red and the top of his purple helmet becme the final touch.
Dylan looked at pro as he began to stick to dylans arm, cleated feet first, and noticed how he blended so well to his skin, like he was always that way. Dylan smiled as the rest of pro oozed on him, finally becoming the sick tatoo of a beast of a football player! "Yo! pro wow! Your exactly my numbers and positon and all!" said dylan as pro's face staired back blankly from his arm, a determined smile across his face. DYlan sighed and said "Well at least your alot easier to help out now, and you make a kick ass tatoo man! Wish you were perminent!" And with a smack on his head he watched the tatoo sizzle a little and new he was never gonna get pro back! He shook his head mournfully as he looked at the tatoo on his arm, a permanent reminder to fix this all!