Runt walks away from the doors, the balloons thumping against the window pains, and decides to get more focused on the football season. "Seems to be a popular sport anyway in this country of Americas?" He said with a shrug. He walked to a doorway, and waved his hand making a football field appear, complete with goal posts, cones, and a ball. As he finished he put up a banner saying "football therapy, guaranteed to help with your tackling problems." As he finished a beefy man, about 6'4" came walking over. "Hey this is perfect! I've been dying to get my skills up for an arena league or something!" Runt just smiled and escorted him in.
As he began to bring out the cones, runt magically made a demon appear next to him. "Your job is football oriented, this field is your hell, and your domain. Make sure you help reach this quota, and make uh.....him" pointed to the meaty man on the field. "Make him a little more, interesting." Runt smiled as the demon took on a persona of a football coach/ trainer. As he entered the field the man had begun to set up the field for his workout. Just as he was about to pull his jersey and cleats out of his personal bag, the demon began barking "maggot! Welcome to my Astro turf! It is your new job to be exactly as I say!" He sounded more of a douche bag drill Sargent then a couch, "ha! As if I'm gonna listen to your dumb ass!" He said as he finished gearing up. Suddenly a wave of obedience came over him, and he walked over to the demon saying "what should I do coach?" The demon smiled and said, pointing to a dummy that appeared, "I want you to beat the crap outa that blocking dummy!" The man nodded saying "yes sir coach!" And began going at it.
As he began hitting the dummy the demon began his magic, making his body shape to his will. At first the player thought it a little weird to hit a blocking dummy without his pads, but the more he thought, the more he wanted to. As he wiped the sweat off his head, he felt like his head was balder for some reason? "Huh? Guess I gotta work harder!" And kept going anyway. The demon just watched as the players head did become balder, shiner, taking on more of a plastic sheen. His shoulders began to puff out, making his jersey rise up, and he stopped feeling them. "Man this is great! I'm feeling, I uh, I don't know what I am?" The demon knew the magic was affecting his brain, making his iq decrease more and more, as it became as hollow as his new helmet head. He stood there dumb and with a bark from coach demon, he went back to his practice.
By now the player began to rattle a bit, and demon saw his legs take on more of a fabric look, the padding going into all the right places as they became football pants. "I feel funny.....I am good? I good play?" He said blindly, hitting the dummy again as the rattling became louder. Coach demon laughed demonically as the players body began to hollow out in the chest, his stomach, and torso now just a part of his pads and jersey. His face began to look more like a grill, first just lines in the form of a defensive grill. But as he continued on hitting, which was more of a reflex now, they slowly began to take over, his face sinking into his head, and the new bars taking over. Soon his helmet head was complete, and a logo appeared on the sides of his head. "The demons! That's a great name, it means power!" Coach demon said as the new uniform and pads stood there blindly.
The player, or more like uniform stood there unnaturally, like a statue in a garden. As demon watched the last of his humanity slipped away, and with a loud sound of air escaping, he began to collapse. The uniform began to sag downward, with a rattle and clang like it was dropped from a second floor. First the pants dropped on top of the cleats, then the shoulder pads and Jersey, and finally with a clambering sound the helmet fell. As it his the pads it bounced of and rolled toward coach demon, finally stopping grill forward as if it was looking at him. Like it wanted him to tell it what to do. Picking it up, he began gathering the rest of the gear and carried it all over to the bench, the grill of the helmet acting like a handle. "Sessions over kid, now rest a while! I gotta go get the next player in here!" And he patted the top of the helmet, making a hollow whacking sound in its padding. "Runt! I did what you wanted! Get the other players ass in here! I gotta hustle!" Coach demon barked. Runt sighed saying "give me a damn minute! I'll be right there!" And smiled