(Story Contains human to ball transformation. Not everyone likes these sorts of things, so just a warning in advance.)

“Hey Sam..” was Keith could get out before he suddenly felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. A moment later he was airborne, the hands quickly positioned themselves to rest on his head and feet. A twist, a twirl and a fast curl and Keith’s feet were soon resting on his head, tangled legs making it impossible to remove them. He tried to struggle using his still mobile arms to get away from his attacker, whom he still could not see. The twirling of arms was useless against his assailant’s hands which rested underneath him, holding their prize off the ground. Whoever it was waited a bit, possibly debating on their next action.

A light flick of the wrist sent Keith up and into the air, leaving the victim spinning helplessly through his flight, his freed arms doing little to help. With cat like reflexes the attacker once again took control, snatching Keith’s wrists in their hands at the peak of his trajectory. His hands we pulled together, allowing the victim to fall back towards the ground. This caused him to twist on the way, giving him a glance at his attacker. A girl, athletic build, nice hair was all Keith could pick out as the twisting was making it difficult to determine much more.

He settled with his arms hanging above him and the ground close to his face. The girl was near him. Keith could tell from the foot that was sticking out beneath him. Foot? Shouldn’t it be feet? Keith thought but a sudden presence of pressure on his back announced its whereabouts. Without mercy or hesitation, the foot stomped down, planting him firmly into the ground. On the flipside his arms were pulled up, stretching them to at least twice their length and rendering them useless. 1…2…3…4 the seconds passed, making the tension on his arms even more prevalent. At 5 his arms were released, sending them tumbling towards the ground.

Keith’s body was tight and compressed, while is arms lay loose and useless around him. The girls shadow loomed foreshadowing that she was not done yet with her new friend. She dropped down, her upper calves landing on Keith’s back, forcing his face into the ground. With quick and experience motions Keith’s attacker wound his arms around his body like a nurse would with an extremely tight compression wrap. His arms soon encompassed most of his body, in a sense mummifying his malformed body and leaving his face exposed. A foot once again rested lightly on his body, but this time for a different reason.

The force applied was soft and calculated, easily rolling Keith around in his new form as the girl inspected her immobilized friend. He caught a glance at her face, a smile that lingered on her lips was all that he saw before he was stopped with his eyes staring directly at the center of her calves.

“I think my new friend is too big” the girl called out, to whom Keith had no idea. In a moment he felt two domes of soft mass start to press into his body with excessive force. This forced his body to not only expand outwards but compress upon itself, tightening the already compressed boy further. The offending object, which Keith realized now was the butt of the girl, started to move around in a circular pattern without letting up of the force it was applying. Slowly but surely Keith started to roll with the force, exposing different parts of his body to the crushing force and  leaving no part free from the toned posteriors attack.

Faster and faster the boy rolled, becoming easier and easier to manipulate as his form compressed and became more spherical. Soon Keith was slowed to a halt. The girl took a moment to breath before releasing her victim from her muscular bottom. As the world return to Keith’s sight he came to realize the effect his attacker was going for. While before he was almost large enough to see his attackers knee, now his line of sight was closer to her ankles. This made her look like a giant compared to his tiny form. She leaned down and scooped Keith up, causally tucking him under her arm, taking care to make sure he faced forward, as she returned to standing height. Footsteps announced the approach of another person.
“Sarah!” exclaimed Sam as she came into Keith’s view, a concerned look on her face as she stared at what her friend had become. She obviously had not been warned this was going to happen. “You said her were just going to say hi.” She said accusingly towards Sarah. Sarah merely shrugged and smiled at this rolling Keith up and down a little as her arms moved.

“I did say hi, didn’t I Keith?” Sarah responded, sliding her elbow quickly behind her ball and popping it forward, sending Keith causally into her hands, spinning him to face her to receive the latter half of the question. Of course, in his squished state he could make no sound and only blink. “Anyways it’s not like I’m hurting him or anything, and I thought it would be a fine way to finally meet each other. It’s not like you stopped me or anything while I did the deed.” She stated towards Sam, the attempt to diffuse the tension doing little to alleviate the look of concern on her friend’s face.

“Well now that you had your…” was all Sam could make out.

“Shush” interrupted Sarah. “I’m not hurting him, nor will he get hurt. I used to do this to my ex all the time. He loved it when people took advantage of his stretchiness. It’s not like I’m going to break your friend Keith here so stop worrying about it. Watch!”

The hands around Keith let go at that moment, allowing gravity to send him towards the ground. From his perspective he felt like he was going to fall three stories strait into the ground. He knew it shouldn’t hurt but he still prepped for the impact. That was until a black streak came out of nowhere and smashed into his side.

When Sarah let go of her ball she took a quick step back to give herself some room for her demonstration. A gasp escaped her friend, her look of worry changing to outright shock as she saw what Sarah was attempting. Sam even made a small attempt to close the gap towards her balled up friends, only making it a few steps before Sarah did what she intended. With a gap now between her and the ball, Sarah took a pause to bounce slightly on her feet, then springing forward she lashed out her left leg. The target of her kick, her new ball, was innocent of her intention.

The foot connected with Keith, warping his entire view from the force and leaving a stinging feeling where the foot had connected. He shot out at a linear angle, a loud Pang echoing out from the impact in his wake. He raced towards a storage shed as if he had been shot out of a cannon, leaving no time to even thing about the impact. This time however it was not as bad, having lost some speed in flight. A second Pang rang out and Keith started to bounce back towards his friend and Sarah. He almost rolled passed them too, if not for Sarah clamping a foot over him in the last second.

“See Sam, he won’t break. I bet if he could talk right now he would be happy to experience us playing with him. Just imagine what Keith’s feeling. Two hot giant women playing around with you. What boy wouldn’t want that!” Sarah called to Sam. Sam, who up till this point basically had a face painted with worry, now showed something else. She was blushing a little, Sam’s words were getting through to her. You could see it on her face as she debated back in fourth in her head on what to do. It was obvious which side won to Keith however when Sam walked over to Sarah and asked what the plan was.

“Well I think it’s pretty obvious.” Sarah stated. “How about we use our new ball here to practice a bit today. Maybe a little keep away then we can do some goal shooting after?”

“Sure, so what do we start with?”

“Keep away, and you start!” Sarah launched Keith at Sam, only waiting a moment before charging forward. Sam caught Keith gently, hesitation still clear in her actions. Keith almost hoped she would call it off and free him but Sarah’s actions basically sealed his faith. Both were solid soccer players, with both holding positions on the local team. Sarah’s charge forced Sam’s habits to kick in, dropping Keith in a moment, then using her foot to slide him behind her in the next. Sam change her approach to counter, swinging a foot behind Sarah to counter. A toe appeared under Keith, sending him suddenly flying up in front of Sam from a maneuver.

Using her chest, she knocked Keith forward to gain distance from Sarah. Sarah chased after, not giving up in the sightest. Keith couldn’t keep up in the maneuvers, or even who had possession at most points. The game became a blur as two giants battled around him. He soon became used to the hits, gentler as they were compared to the Sarah’s initial goal kick. But what really got to him was when Keith met more than their feet. A bounce off the butt here, a roll up a spine there, and one especially amazing moment when someone squeezed him solidly between their upper thighs.

The game slowly ended, with Sarah eventually maintaining control of the ball. Sarah and Sam plopped to the ground sweaty and panting, Sam opting to sit on the ball to avoid sitting directly on the ground. The girls were quiet for a bit, avoiding communication as they attempted to regain a sense of normalcy.

“So how was that!” Sarah said to Sam.

“That was fun, have you gotten faster or something?”

“No just an initial advantage, although it seems someone warmed up to the idea!”

“What do you mean early... oh crap” Sam shot up Keith from beneath her in the process. Keith, still stuck as a ball, was now scuffed all over in brown and greens of the court they had been playing on. Thankfully, to at least to of the member present, Keith was undamaged. Still though he was unable to move or do anything else.

“Ok Sam, we’re done the game. Now change Keith back.” Forcefully stated Sam, holding Keith out to her friend. Sarah took Keith into her arms, cradling him slightly before tucking him casually under her arm, taking slight care to make sure his face was forward.

“Well about that. Wait! Wait! hold on before you shout. I can return him to normal, but I can’t do it here. It takes a little more than what I can do here. Look, how about this. I’ll bring him back to my place and I’ll fix him right up. Even if you don’t trust me to do that Keith can call you later when all is better.” A dubious look filled Sam’s eye’s but what could she do, she didn’t know how to fix someone that had been balled up. She was forced to admit that this was the only way.

“Fine, but make sure Keith calls or I will storm your house regardless if only you know how to fix this.”

“Ok good, I get him fixed up. I better hurry off though, it’s getting close to five and the last bus is in 10 min.” Sarah responded. Sam was resistant to letting her friend go, especially with Keith helplessly balled up but she had no choice.
“K, go. Don’t miss your buss. But make sure Keith calls me!”

“Fine Sam, bye!!” Sarah responded back. She quickly grabbed her bag, which had been sitting at the side of the field the whole time. Sarah deftly worked the zipper of her bag with one hand, working her other arm around as to catch Keith when releasing him from her grip under her arm. She opened the bag as wide as it could go preparing it to hold her new toy. Sarah paused while holding Keith, looking him strait in the eye and then smiled. The smile was playful and naughty, one that said I know you liked it. But before Keith could learn any more he was stuffed into the bag, barely fitting into the enclosure. A zip sealed him into his enclosure, cutting him off from most of the outside world.

A hiss announced to Keith that the bus had arrived. No light made it into the bag. Unlike before in the open he wasn’t the center of attention, being used by two hot girls. Now he was isolated and alone, only feeling things when the bag was tossed down or picked up. He missed his time with Sam, being used by her. Keith wanted nothing more than to continue where they left off. That is, if Sarah ever returns him.