Genie walked around the room, and for some reason could not find his master! "Where is he! He said frantically as he tore equipment up, throwing the dummies against the wall with a smack. He read the ones mind, trying to see if someone came in. Besides the usual pleas for help he saw a man, one of the players! " they stole my MASTER!!!!" He roared and disappeared, reappearing in a message room. The player was older, a tight end, who's career was ending this season. Genie read his thoughts as he saw the ball in his hands, fumbling it around as he reminisced about his career. Genie quickly changed to human, wearing a message uniform that matched one that worked there.
"Geez man!" The player said, dropping the ball, it bounced and rolled under the table. "You scared the crap outa me! You here to give a massage?" The genie nodded saying "that's the teams ball, are you suppose to have it?" The player shook his head no, and sighed. "I just grabbed it, I wanted something to remember since my career is over, 40 is the magic number you know...." he snickered and began to cry, his hands covering his face in sadness. "Why don't you relax and lie down on the table, I'll take care of things." Genie cooed a little, enticing the man, and he laid down and sighed in relaxation.
"I just wish I could start my career, hell! I wish I was reborn into this! Maybe stronger, maybe I don't know? Maybe combined with another set of genes!" The genie thought about this and said "that can be arranged." before the player could respond, he had already began massaging him. The man moaned in pleasure, his body limp and relaxed. There was a mirror in front of him, and as he watched, dream like, he saw his image become younger. "Hey that looks like me when I first started NFL combines, I was quit the stud!" He chuckled. Little did he know he was back to that age, a scrapping 24 years old. Genie laughed, continuously massaging with magic hands.
Soon he was 19, his body at its peak, strong and feral. He looked up between moans of joy and pleasure, and saw in wispy vision his fresh new face. "Man I feel so young and new, like I just made college roster! Those were the days!" He sighed some more, and watched as his body become even younger. "I feel sooo young!" He exclaimed, watching the years melt off of him. "This is sooooo...." he stopped midway half in pleasure, half in shock. There before him was a young boy of 15, wait he looked more like 14! "My voice! It's cracking up like...." genie pushed into him hard before he could finish. Waves of joy filled every fiber of his being. He was in the mercy of this man as he looked up at a 8 year old boy. "Almost there!" Genie exclaimed as he grunted between rolls. Soon he was merely 6, and only covering a fraction of the table, where once his 286 pound frame spilled out over.
"Mr I don't want no mores!" He said, surprised his voice was so child like. Genie ignored him and almost mashed him to the table with his hands. Soon he was down to a 2 year old, and tried to crawl off the table, the towel that once wrapped him now bigger then his little body. He got underneath it, and genie seeing his little lump, used his hands delicately. By then his little head poked out, and he teetered before he fell on his back. Tiny whimpers escaped him as genie picked him up, cradling him around the towel. "Don't worry little one, soon you'll be new born! Then I can work my magic further!" He tickled him, and as he did the baby grew even younger, placenta fluid now covering him. Genie took him out of the now placenta soaked towel and grabbed a helmet the player left on the floor next to his cloths and equipment. An umbilical cord replaced the mouth piece, and snaked its way towards the new borns belly button.
The helmet opened up around the face mask, and slowly began making sucking noises. The new born slowly slid into the grill and floated inside. Soon there was a weird bubble inside full of fluid and a tiny 6 month fetes. He kicked a little inside as he regressed to a 1 month fetes. Genie tapped the helmet a little, speeding up the process. The helmet slowly shrank, and soon there was a small pop. Before genie stood sperm and fragments of the helmet merged together. "Excellent choice! He'll be the toughest player ever! That is once the DNA is inserted into the test tube and we find a machine that incubate." The genie scooped the goop up quickly and deposited into a small jar. He watched the sperm and helmet DNA nudge as one, and placed it into a medical fridge. "He'll be human but have the toughness of a football helmet! This will be fun!" And picked up the ball and headed back to the equipment room