After all that had happened in the day, the nine boys were enjoying their new body. However, they soon began to feel that four legs and four arms would be too much of a surprise for their next brother, as if their nine heads and one body wouldn't. So Ty arranged for them to go back to two legs and two arms.
After this, the group was just nine heads in a row on one long body with the legs at either end. From left to right, they were Donnie, Jake, Allen, Dustin, Ty, Peter, Steven, Leo, and Mason. They all wore a single pair of jeans, which was a combination of all their pants as they had been before each merging. Their shirts existed the same way: an amalgamation of all their shirts fused together as one. Each one of them had been wearing a different color every time they fused; now each shirt's color could be visible in the area below their wearer's head, nine wide stripes side by side, their edges blurred together. There was even a number on the front of the shirt: Steven was wearing a basketball shirt before he came, and it now existed in the middle of their wide and combined shirt(s). The number began as a four; after Steven fused, Ty secretly wished that the number would exist on their giant shirt, and change depending on how many people were present in the body. The number existing now was a giant 9.
"Who would have guessed that all this would happen?" Allen asked.
"I still can't believe that all our clothes are fusing each time." said an astonished Steven.
Suddenly the bell rang. "Hello?" It was Leo and Donnie's brother Raphael--Raph for short. The boys didn't feel like walking all the way to the door, so Leo called "It's open!" When Raph came in, he immediately looked around for his brothers. He stopped and dropped his jaw when he saw them joined with seven different people. After he calmed down and the nine brothers explained everything, Raph began to wonder how Leo and Donnie felt sharing a body, especially with seven people; surely none of them would mind just one more.
"Mind if I join this little 'party'?" Ralph asked.
"Not in the least." said Ty. The nine brothers smiled as their tenth visitor began moving towards Donnie--Raph wanted to be fused with a brother that he had always been comfortable around, and Leo's side as already occupied by Mason. As the arms and legs touched, they disappeared into each other as the bodies combined together. Their jeans fused together, and their shirts blended together to form ten wide stripes, each with a head hole. The number on the shirt shifted towards the new center, and changed into a 10. Indeed, they were now ten full-blood conjoined brothers, with two arms and two legs, and each with their own head.
"So freaking cool!" cried Allen.
"Times ten!" declared Steven.
"You like this, bro?" Leo asked Raph.
"Yeah." said Raph. "I always wanted to be close with my brothers, and this is cooler than how I imagined it."
"Well, I hope you can get used to it." smiled Donnie.
"We owe this all to you, Ty." Mason said.
"Yeah, you were able to make us into the greatest guys--or guy--alive!" Jake shouted.
"One body, and we feel like conjoined brothers, but we can each move this body as though we were separate!" Peter examined.
"Let's keep this up as long as we possibly can." Dustin said. "I, for one--or ten--want to see how far this story can go!"
"Well, I'm sure there are several ideas and surprises waiting just around the corner." Ty said.
The brothers were now more content than ever. What were once ten separate people from separate homes and families were now ten brothers conjoined in one body. They had fused their clothes together, and each of them felt perfectly comfortable with sharing a pair of legs and a pair of arms with nine other people. The large 10 on their fused shirts/shirt gleaming as proudly as they did. Ten friends had fused, and none of them wanted to even think of going back to the way they were. They were closer then ever--literally--and wanted nothing but more friends/future brothers to come between them.