Another aspect of the training was physical exercise.
Prior to arriving, Alex had trained and competed in mixed martial arts, leaving him in decent shape. However, he's be a fool to think that would have continued.
There were two things that changed it from the exercise he expected. The first was what was considered 'in shape.' Like all other parts, this varied from person to person.
The emphasis was on looking the way the master's wanted, not on health and especially not on function. If anything, strength was discouraged. They used specific training, diet, and various skin care to achieve this. For some, like the 'pack animals,' as he called them, this could still mean being bulky, and strong enough to do whatever job their masters wanted. For the sissies, this usually meant the opposite, a slight, effeminate build. For Alex, it was a combination of this, along a youthful look gained with longish hair and soft skin.
The most important aspect of the exercise, however, was the feelings attached. It was important that, despite exercising, no sissy should ever feel powerful. Improving fitness normally had the side effect of building confidence and pride. For the master's, this could be disastrous. Therefore, every exercise was made to remind the submissive of their place. Exercise by no means meant they were allowed out of the whatever garb their state required, and usually meant goofy combinations of work out clothes and fetish suits. They were constantly surrounded by the trainers, each holding switches to 'encourage' them, and speaking in condescending tones. No matter how much weight you lifted, it was hard to feel proud when your reward was being called a 'good baby', and punishment for stopping was being publicly spanked. The exercises themselves were made along the same lines, designed to make the sub look like whatever their 'theme' was. Like their 'homes,' this entire thing was open to the public, and the resulting ridiculous display was one of the more popular exhibits, after only the punishment room.
Alex dreaded these times. He'd be brought in, crawling. Exercise didn't excuse him from diapers, and they were usually made to be extra thick, making any exercise occur in an awkward waddle. He'd meet up with the other 'babies,' and begin with a run. As the trainers explained, they needed to make up for all the time spent crawling or being pushed in strollers. He'd be attached by a leash to a baby harness and lead around by a trainer in a cart, having to keep going or be pulled over, ready to suffer whatever punishment the trainers gave him. He'd then be brought back in the gym. Here, it varied more. The 'pack animals' would carry carts of weights while someone lead them with reigns, the 'dogs' would play fetch, and the sissies had a mixture of ballet and pole dancing. Alex was occasionally put in the ballet classes, stumbling and kicking high awkwardly with the thick padding, but usually he was with the babies. They'd begin lying on the ground, squirming awkwardly in ways that provided core exercise, but to anyone else simply looked like infantile wiggling. They then would be given 'toys.' To the laughter of the onlookers, he'd swat at or kick colorful objects hanging over him, shake rattles, play with blocks. What they didn't know was that each toy was weighted. This made everything he did seem laughably awkward and week while straining him.
The entire session normally ended with a game, again for the amusement of the paying crowed. The favorite was called 'pat tag.' The babies would be gathered on hands and legs on mats. They would then crawl around, the object being for whoever was 'it' to pat the others on the diaper. By this point, a combination of diet, the motion of exercise, and sometimes the deliberate actions of the trainers resulted in plenty of filled diaper, making the experience all the worse for the babies and better for the onlookers. The tagger would often cringe as they got closer to the back of their target, who themselves would cringe after being padded. Both would earn chuckles.