Mike was lifting on the bench in the weight room when he heard pro enter the room. "Pro what the hell do you got that basketball for!? Your not a baller even if you wanted to be..holy crap!" And with a start pro dropped the ball and the wand, looking at mike with the red eyes he now had. "Don't get freaked out mike! I got changed into this form cause of that wand!" Mike just stood there looking at the cartoon character of a football line backer that pro now resembled. "Oh man pro, you look awsome! And it's all cause of this thing?" Pro watched as mike picked up the wand, as did the motionless tattoo that was dylan. Pro looked at dylan the under armour tattoo and said "Hey! If you don't beleive me, why don't you try it on yourself?" And watched the fun, hoping to get another protein meal and maybe a tattoo again.
Mike looked at the wand in his hand and thought "Man this is weird, I wonder what I could be?" Meanwhile pro chimed in "Why don't you see if you can be a pile of protein bars?" And smiled the weird smile he had now. "Nah! I'm one for being big, but I'm kinda scared! I know there's this one thing?" And pro looked confused, not knowing if mike was gonna change pro, or himself, but the events were playing out and pro just laughed. "Oh man I feel weird, am I changing into what I thought!?" Said mike a little scared. He looked down at himself and noticed he was beginning to become a little rounder.
Pro watched as mike, still in his under armour gear, began to look less and less human, and more like a balloon version of himself. Mike looked at his hands and saw that they were changing into a blue fabric, almost like leather, and spun around at pro. "What's happenning to me, I feel so strange and weird! Am i gonna be ok?" Pro just answered with "eh! It won't hurt I know that! why don't you take off your cloths before they explode off you!" Mike quickly grabbed his shorts, and dropped drawers, his hands becoming a bit stiffer with each moment. He reached down and untied his shoes and kicked both off, then his shirt, which was just in time as he began to round out on the bottom. "Oh man this feels so weird, it's like i'm full, and my mouth feels like cotton!" He rached with his blue pleather hands to his stomach just as it too changed, and quickly they came back down and attached to his sides, melting into one.
Pro looked at the comical event before him and said "At least I'll have something to use for practice, my brother is cool but the wrong sport!" And stood there with a gleam in his red eye. Mike tried to speak again but by then his mouth had sealed shut, the blue spreading up his face. He began to feel the image of a football helmet and grill form onto his face, or what was left of it, as his feet dissapeared into his much wider bottom now. Unable to speak or move he stood there teatering back and forth, as the blue spread up to his head, and the magic ended. Pro looked at the new drill dummy as it rocked gently back and forth and charged at it, giving it a good smack with his over size shoulder pads. "Hahahaha! This is awsome! I got another new toy now, and a sweet tattoo!" Looking on unmoving dylan thought "Who's next! Who's gonna stop this madness!?"