As slave balances the ball against the desk, it wabbles and falls to its side with a hollow thump against the floor. I am about to tell him to pick it up when I notice behind me a bodybuilder slightly smaller then slave. "Hey I uh, I saw you were open and wanted to join? What's it cost for everything?" I smiled and thought of exactly what to do next.
"Why it's 1 dollar for a lifetime membership!" The bodybuilder stepped back on shock of the great deal, but regained composure and said "yes that sounds great! When can I start?" I gestures to the weights and said "right now if you like?" The bodybuilder walked over to the gym section and headed back to the lockers. By the end of the wall stood a reclining chair and a weird spray tan both. "Mind if I hop in here? I'm trying to get prepped for my show?" I nodded and he scurried like a mouse into the booth. Inside there was different colored buttons, one was red, one green, one purple, and one that was black with red stripes like a candy cane. He thought it puzzling and was gonna ask but just shrugged his big shoulders, took off his cloths, and pressed the stripped one.
A whirr of a pump began and the lights brightened to a hot beam. He was startled at first but thought it must have been a high setting or something? The spray nosel appeared and began doing its magic, coating him from head to toe with its cool liquid. He found it funny that it felt sticky at first but the lights made the feeling go away. Soon he was tanned to perfection, and stepping out he saw his skin was a nice dark color. "Perfect! Just what I needed!" He said as he looked at me with a huge grin. "We're here to please" I said, as I began to notice his change.
He began to stumble a little as he walked to the mirror. As he looked into it he began to see the true effects of my idea! "What's happening to me!" He cried out seeing his skin had turned a red and black stripped color. At first it was faided like a wash away tattoo, but soon it began to get richer and darker. He felt weak and began to wobble back into a folding chair. "I feel so weird? I feel so light...." He said as a new hissing noise began to pierce the air. I watched with slave as his skin now began to take on a spandex sheen, and collar rings began to form at his wrist, ankles, and neck. He tried to pick his hand up and saw it was deflating like a balloon, like spandex that had air leaking out.
I watched as his fingers slowly fell down in awkward angles, his palms following suit. Slave and I walked over as we saw his feet begin to collapse on themselves, sucking in like a slow hose was pulling them. I gave his a poke on his massive chest and saw it push in, as it was now hollow inside. Slowly he tried to get up but just fell back and began to collapse more onto himself. With a soft hiss of air he tried to speak, but all he could muster was "feeeelllll hollooooowwwwwww" almost like a last sigh. I watched with those final words as his body finally collapsed into a heap, a new pair of compression pants and long sleeve. His head falling back behind the chair, nothing more then a compression face mask now.
I picked up his now lifting glove hands, and passed them to slave. "Try on this new outfit, I wanna see if he'll be a nice tight fit for you." Slave nodded with a bow and picked up the outfit and put it on. He looked ready to burst it open as he walked back out into the room. Almost like a weird superhero, and with that thought I began to put an image on his compression longsleeve shirt and pants. " there we go! The Red Devils official training gear!" I laughed. Slave proudly wore it and began to workout in it to try it out. His stripped body looked like a evil candy cane and I thought "let's see if someone else will notice my work!"