Dylan researched into the night while pro continued to eat and grow, every once and a while growing a few inches taller to handle the new muscle he was gaining. Every gulp was an orgasm, every weight a must to push forward to hit that peak of pain. Dylan exahusted came back into the weight room to see dylan there a behemouth of a man now, closing in on 600 lbs of fat free muscle, his veins sticking out and pulsing like snakes. "Dylan I feel so awsome...." He muttered like in a dream like state as the concrete floor began to crack. "Oh man pro if you keep growing your gonna sink into the floor!" And with that he got an idea! "Hookus pookus ala ca zoon, make pro into a lineman balloon!" And zapped pro. "No dylan don't stop this!" But by then it was too late!
First the trainer and the food/ roids dissapeared, then the naughty little pixies began to giggle and move down to his stomach. Pro tried to reach for them as the began to slowly pull at his belly button, but his reach was far gone, and all he could do was move his hands slightly. A pixie slowly coxed him as another pulled out his belly button, which looked more like a ambilcal cord. "Dylan please don't make me a balloon i ooohhhh....." Just as he was about to finish the pixies went to town on him, sucking on his cord, a thick ooze slowly going out. Dylan said "Pro I got to do this man, don't worry I'm not giving up on you, but man you look so relaxed!" And smiled a little. Meanwhile pro's stance began to change, become less immoble, more of the size of a bodybuilder. A light moan came from his lips, the pleasure just taking over him, as his change continued.
His cord now was becoming rubber, attached to his rippling 8 pack abs. The pixies now finished with the sucking of the goo that had been his mass, began to blow and cause even more orgasms in pro. "Ooooohhhhh man this is ooohhhhhhhh sooooooo goooood ahhhhh" and after that pro just weakly moaned as they blew into him, his stomach still a flesh color but only rubber now, his stomach looking more like a picture than anything. It slowly began to creep down his legs, his pads and football pants and cleats changing along with it. THey began to become rounder, more like a picture on rubber, and pro looked at dylan so faintly and whispered "Will you fix me?" and went back to moaning softly. Dylan just smiled and said "I'll do my best, but your feeling good now, so it should be ok?" Meanwhile the spreading began up his jersey and chest, becoming one cingularity. His shoulder pads puffed out a little more as they too became just print on rubber like the rest of his body.
THe spreading went down his arms and hands as his fingers made a weird thump sound as the inflated a little, as did is arms. Meanwhile pro just laid there in pleasure, the pixies working on him so delicately, so gracefully. All that was left now was a balloon football player body with a human head and helmet, and with a sigh of orgasm the change spread up. His grilled face became just that, just a picture, and then the top of the helmet changed as well.Dylan looked at the now balloon version of pro, the nozzle now a valve on his jersey stomach, as the pixies floated away giggling slightly. He looked at pro and saw in his red eyes that he was still in perminate orgasm, and smiled a little that a change did good for once. Meanwhile pro fell over and bounced off the concrete floor gently and fell sideways against the bench. Dylan propped up the now oh so light pro against the wall and walked away with the wand.