Kyle's New Job (hypno)
by Derek Williams
Kyle walked into the KnewTech offices. They were polished and modern, all glass and concrete. This was just what he figured moving to Manhattan would be like.
"Hello," a nerdy looking young man with a clipboard came out of nowhere. "Are you here for the interview?"
"Yeah, I am." Kyle had heard from his buddy Dylan that KnewTech was looking for hundreds of new hires. They needed high IQs, good grades in college, and an aptitude for one of many diverse sciences. Kyle thought he'd better clarify, so he said "I just graduated Honours Physics from MIT."
The man with the clipboard noted that down and smiled at him. "Excellent, if you'll just come with me we'll start the interview."
Kyle was led down a short hallway to a conference room. Inside was an older man in a business suit, and two more nerds with clipboards. Kyle took a seat opposite to them and got ready for some tough physics questions.
So, naturally the first question out of the old man surprised him.
"How much do you weigh, son?"
Kyle thought for a moment. Maybe they were trying to determine if he was a health insurance risk.
"Uh, one twenty five, maybe one thirty. Pounds."
The nerds scribbled it down.
"And what was your GPA?"
That was more like it. "Four point seven," Kyle was fairly proud of that GPA.
"Excellent, excellent." The old man nodded to the nerds. "You'll make a great addition to our team. Get him through legal and we can use him immediately."
Kyle felt great about himself. All the old man needed was his GPA and he had a job. Kyle knew he was good, but he had never suspected that he was *that* good.
One of the nerds took Kyle down another hallway to a small office where he was presented with a mountain of paperwork. By then, Kyle was eager to sign the stack and make sure that some senior executive didn't override the old mans decision to hire him. Kyle breezed through the stack, his only worry being that the man would come through the door and say that he actually hadn't got the job.
When the pile of paperwork was finished, Kyle was escorted down yet another corridor and through a heavy set of doors. The nerd told him to proceed ahead, so Kyle stepped through yet another heavy set of doors.
It took a moment for Kyle to really take in the room, but when he did, shock immediately set in. The whole room was full of couches, each one with a naked man lounging on it. Every man in the room, except for Kyle of course, looked like he was a supermodel. Each one was different, but they all had attractive faces and tight bodies.
Kyle turned around to leave, only to hear a loud *CLICK* as the door locked.
"Kyle McDonald, please report to the preparatory room," shouted the loudspeakers mounted around the room.
Kyle disregarded the instruction and went over to the nearest couch. The guy on this couch was twenty five or so, and in peak condition. His chest was compact and square, with big nipples. His torso continued down past a set of cobblestone abs and into a well muscled groin. His penis hung sideways, soft yet still huge. His legs were a study in perfection, with especially smooth and rounded calf muscles. On his upper body, his impossible delts flowed into large biceps and triceps, and from there into veiny forearms. The guys blonde hair was short and stylishly messy, and his high cheekbones and dark green eyes made his face almost impossible to look away from.
"Uh, hi," started Kyle. "What's this all about."
"Kyle McDonald, please report to the preparatory room," boomed the loudspeaker again. A set of lenses on the ceiling projected moving arrows on the floor, pointing his way.
"Yo brah," said the model. "Just go with it. It's like, whoa."
Kyle thought about trying one of the other models, this one obviously wasn't the brightest, when the loudspeaker went off a third time. "Kyle McDonald, report to the preparatory room now, this is your final warning."
All the lights in the room except for the moving arrows shut off. Around him, Kyle heard mutters of "Dude!", "Huh? 'Sup?", and "Whoa Brah". It didn't sound like any of the models were real answer guys, so he may as well follow the arrows and see where it went. Kyle traced their path in the dark room.
At the end of the model room was a rotating door. Kyle passed through it, and found himself in another well lit room. The rotating door stopped as soon as Kyle entered, sealing off his route backwards.
This room looked almost medical in nature. There was an examination table with some sort of metal ring on it. Tall cabinets with locked glass doors contained all sorts of medical apparatus.
"Kyle McDonald, please place the metal ring around your neck, clasping it at the rear," asked the loudspeaker mounted on the wall.
"No, not until someone tells me what this was all about."
"Please wait. A company representative will be with you as soon as possible. Your safety and comfort are important to KnewTech."
A few minutes later another voice came over the loudspeaker. "Hello, it's Kyle, is that right?"
"Yeah," said Kyle, pacing around the small room. "What the hell is going on here?"
"I'd love to explain it to you Kyle, but first I need you to put on the metal ring. Company regulations prohibit me from entering the room until you put it on."
Alright, thought Kyle. That was a compromise he could handle. He retrieved the ring, and slipped it around his neck, doing up a clasp at the back. The ring formed around his neck, like an extremely comfortable choker.
Once the clasp was done up, Kyle felt a sudden prick at the back of his neck, and a jolt ran through his entire body. He felt his muscles spasm, as he jerked himself upright into an 'at attention' position.
The far door clicked open, and another nerd in a white coat and glasses entered.
"Hello Kyle, I'm Doctor Mallory. Now, what seems to be the trouble?"
Kyle stayed at attention, unable to speak.
Mallory gave himself a playful slap on the head and pulled a PDA from his pocket. "Whoops, silly me. You're integrated into the security system now. Let's see...ah, here it is."
He pressed a button, and Kyle felt the freedom to talk again.
"What's going on here? Why can't I move? Why was that last room full of idiot models? Exactly what the hell are you people doing to me?"
Mallory pressed the button again, and Kyle felt himself clam up again.
"I can address all of those questions for you, Kyle. Please, sit down."
Kyle found himself able to move, but only to sit on the bed. Mallory hadn't pressed any buttons, but it was like his body was free to move, so long as it was obeying Mallory's command.
"What's going on here? Well, this is KnewTech, we specialize in knowledge and IQ extraction for later sale in pill form. That is to say, we suck all your smarts out of you, bottle them up into a convenient chewable form, and sell them to people who feel their intellect needs a little pick-me-up."
Kyle was stunned again. Was that even possible?
"Let's see," Mallory flipped through his chart. "You're scheduled to be part of a product line called 'Miracle Study'. Specifically we're interested in your raw IQ and your physics skills. Fantastic GPA by the way. You're sure to pass the quality assurance tests."
Kyle remembered buying some 'Miracle Study', even though it had cost an arm and a leg. He did amazingly well on the midterm he was cramming for, but he'd just thought it was some stimulant that was just coming out. Brains in a bottle couldn't be real.
"Now, for why can't you move. The collar you're wearing will direct your physical actions for the remainder of this procedure. We've found that some subjects have a rather violent reaction when they realize the full extent of what we do here, and it's just much easier if we're sure you'll do as you're told. You've been assigned to me, which means you'll follow my instructions, or any instructions that I put into my control unit." Mallory showed Kyle the PDA.
"Next you asked about the showroom, that's just to make shopping easier for our affiliates. You see, our procedure for draining you of your intellect has the side effect of moulding your body into a peak physical specimen. It's not really something we do on purpose, but factories recycle their useful byproducts all the time. Since you won't be smart enough to live on your own, we place you with one of our thousands of rich affiliates who will ensure your physical and spiritual well being."
"Now, as for what the hell us people are doing with you, I think your question has been adequately answered. Now, strip."
Mechanically, Kyle stood up and began to take off his clothes. First his tie, then his dress shirt and undershirt. Kyle's thin chest had goosebumps in the cool prep room air. His dress shoes followed, as did his neatly pressed slacks. When he reached his boxers, he stopped.
"Strip to be completely naked except for the metal collar," said Mallory, adjusting the command to be more effective.
Kyle dropped his boxers and took off his watch as well. He stood in front of Mallory, shivering and humiliated.
"Excellent." Mallory reached down to the PDA and pressed another button. Kyle felt his rebel legs march him into the next room.
"This is the procedure room," said Mallory. "We'll just have to wait a moment for your turn."
Kyle swivelled his eyes, taking in as much of the room as he could, given that he couldn't move his head. He was facing a large tank with something being lowered into the blue water. At least Kyle assumed it was water. A second later, he could see what was being lowered.
It was a person. They were strapped to some metal frame at their legs and their torso. They were also hooked into a breathing apparatus, which obscured their face.
Mallory was talking to someone else in the room. "Who's this one?"
"The manifest says, um, Dylan Taylor."
Dylan! thought Kyle. Dylan was a fellow physics grad who had recommended this company to Kyle. Apparently the recruiter had made a big impression.
A flip switched and a loud electric buzzing filled the room. Somewhere behind Kyle, electric lights flickered, casting his shadow on the ominous tank. Electrodes on Dylan's head glowed and Dylan's body started to change.
It wasn't much at first, just twitching fingers and a leg that kept kicking, but soon Kyle could see that Dylan's right bicep was popping out obscenely. A few seconds later, his right tricep swelled, making the bicep look a little less freaky. Then the lower part of his chest shot out, looking like a flex that just didn't stop. Soon his entire chest area had expanded.
Dylan's left delt suddenly puffed out, followed by the rest of his left arm. There was no real pattern to which muscle went next, Kyle thought, still in shock and slightly detached from the whole thing. It was almost like watching popcorn. Impossible to tell what the next piece would be, but perfectly predicable that some piece would pop.
Dylan was nearing model like perfection. After his left foot spasmed into a bigger shoe size, Kyle couldn't see anything else that needed finishing. Just then, he noticed Kyle's nipples, almost recessed into the flesh of his pecs. A moment later the nipples jumped out together, hard and full of blood. That wasn't the only thing. Kyle noticed that Dylan was sporting a huge erection.
In the background, a computer chimed.
"Alright, we've got it. Reset the tank."
The water drained out, while Dylan was lifted out on the metal frame. The frame settled down somewhere to Kyle's left. Kyle could hear the buckles on the frame clatter loose, and the unseen technicians voice said "Dylan, remove your collar."
A moment latter Kyle heard the collar drop to the floor.
"Like, whoa brah," he heard in a voice that sounded a lot like Dylan, but deeper and somehow more masculine. "That was so totally cool."
"Yes Dylan, now please follow me to the recovery area."
Kyle could hear Dylan amble off. The tank was almost full again, and his body suddenly started to move. He could briefly see the harness in front of him, before he turned around. Mallory passed in front of his field of vision, tightening the straps, and finally fitting a face mask over his mouth and nose.
Wait, Kyle thought, wait, don't do this to me. I didn't know what I was signing.
The frame was lifted in the air, Kyle's useless legs hung unsupported. He could feel himself moving over the tank.
Please, thought Kyle, please stop. I won't tell anyone. I'll just go home, I'll forget I ever saw this place. I won't say anything about Dylan to anyone.
The water hit his toes. It was warm and felt like being immersed in a tropical sea. The gentle environment, coupled with Kyle's extreme terror almost made Kyle laugh. Or would have, if he could move to laugh.
Let me go! thought Kyle. I need to get free, I need to get loose.
Blinking lights filtered through the water, and Kyle saw a bright download bar projected onto he far wall. He tried to thrash, but all the could do was float there.
I promise, thought Kyle, I promise that I'll go without exposing you. I just want to — AAUGGH!
Waves of pain rolled through Kyle. It felt like his left calf had just burst open. Then another jolt, and his right butt cheek was on fire. Muscle after muscle exploded in pain, and the download bar just kept filling. Inside his head, Kyle screamed.
Soon he stopped thinking about how full the bar was. 60% changed to 'real full' in his head. His pleas for mercy slowed, then stopped, then turned to an adrenaline rush as he realized that each pain meant he was getting big. After some time, Kyle didn't know how long, he felt a weird buzz in his head. There were new words there, words for how he talked now. "Whoa" and "Bra" and "Dude" and "Cool", the kind of words that a guy like him used.
Kyle thought it was funny how he dripped when he was raised out of the tub.
When Mallory took off the restraints, Kyle just stood there, until Mallory told him to take off his collar.
Kyle did what he was told. Then, finally able to speak he said "Dude! That was cool. I'm big now."
"Yes Kyle, now please follow me to the recovery area."
Kyle didn't know what that was, so he followed the nice man. He walked past a little guy who looked scared.
"Is he sad?" Kyle asked while being lead down a hallway.
"It's okay," said Doctor Mallory, "He'll be happy soon."
Kyle thought that was good. Doctors were smart, so Doctor Mallory would know. Soon the scared man would be happy like him.
Mallory made Kyle do a lot of tests. After a very long time the Doctor said "Alright Kyle, you're in great physical shape. You're good to go."
Another nice man in a white coat took Kyle down another hallway. There was a big room full of happy people like him. The man in white told Kyle to sit down and rest, so Kyle sat in the nearest couch and waited. Once a small confused man asked Kyle what was happening, so Kyle just told him "It's cool brah, be happy."
After a little while, an old man in a suit came into the room. Many other men were with him. The men walked around the room and looked at the people on the couches. Kyle stood up and flexed his muscles when one of them asked. Soon, the man pointed at Kyle and a nice man in a white coat took Kyle and told him to wear some clothes.
Kyle was handed a pair of shorts and a tank top. He put them on, and followed the man in the white coat to a bus. The bus was full of lots of other men like Kyle. The nice man in the white coat asked Kyle to listen for his name.
Soon the bus was driving. After a long time and a lot of stops, the bus driver called out "Kyle McDonald?"
"That's me!" said Kyle, and went to the front of the bus.
He got off the bus, and a man was there to give him a new job. Kyle saw his new room, which was very nice. Then the man asked him to put on a very small swimsuit and go to the pool.
At the pool, Kyle got told his new job. He was supposed to stand by the door, and watch how much was left in the glasses on the poolside table. If any of them were empty, was supposed to put them on a tray and take them into the kitchen for the cook to fill up. The man even gave him a tray.
After a little time, the man who picked Kyle from all the other men came out to the pool. Kyle watched his drink, and got a new one when it was empty. Sometimes the man rubbed his hands up and down Kyle's body, or grabbed Kyle's ass through the thin swimsuit.
Kyle was very happy that he was so good at his new job.
END