Chris waddled over to the front door, barley able to walk through the door with his great body. "Chris! I uh, I kinda want to uh..?" The quarterback stood there kicking his heals, doing the best to not hold back his excitement on being trained. "How much does it cost to join?" With almost a echo of whispers the trainer appears behind Chris. "Come with me my child, I have such things to train your body for...." Chris stepped to the side and watched as he followed trainer down the stairs.
Once inside the basement trainer made the doors disappear and started on the young guy. "First we need a few adjustments, a few modifications, starts with the free weights over here my legion" and happily like an addict getting his fix prepared, he hoped on the free weight bench and began pumping out. Trainer smiling, coed "I think your new position will be with the mma, yessss you'll be my finest grappling subject yet...." And with that a boxing corner appeared, complete with dummies and heavy bags, and a big boxing ring.
"Now let's begin your training for mma, begin with rope, then 5 minutes heavy bag, then a sparing match with our friends here." And trainer pointed to the grappling dummies as each one came to life, there foam stuffed bodies and limbs moving like good atomatons should. The quarterback saw there faces, there blank target drawn faces and began his regement. And trainer worked him so very hard, weight training, heavy bag, rope, and his new friends the grappling dummies till he finally was ready for his last part.
"Now my faithful child, I want you to focus on your grappling friends, and as you match up with them, your body and mind will begin to become one of them, as I see fit for you to be my mma dummy." With an almost euphoric look in his eyes the quarterback slowly walked towards the ring, droll on his lips and his eyes rolled back like he just got the ultimate fix. And like a faithful servant he began his training, each grappling match making his skin blacker and more vynal, each pin down making his joints stiffer and more rigid. Finally with his last movement his body froze with his back legs bent and his arms stretched out in a hug.
"Am I good enough yet...." He said through a soft moan. "Yes my grappling dummy, your becoming perfect for me" trainer whispered back as his head rounded out to almost a giant bulb like shape. At last his face melted in, become a target shape like his fellow dummies. "Let's get you back home with your fellow equipment my delightful dummy...." He said this with a coo as he placed him across to his fellow blocking dummy. The blocking dummy rocked back and forth gently in the soft wing as he place the grappling one in another area next to it.
With a sinister smile he made the doors appear again, and Chris began to wander down, his arm itching more, his fix almost needing to be releaved so bad. "I've got more equipment for my faculty, but I would love to have more....." Trainer said with a sultry hiss. Almost in a zombie state he began to walk to trainer. "What shall I do for you, how can I please you...." Chris said, his voice trailing off. "Well my star pupil I need....."