#mass hypnosis

Jennifer jumped into the last car on the 4:15 outbound train that was leaving the inner city station. It had been a bitch of a week, and she was looking forward to getting home and just tuning out for the weekend. The car was nearly full, but she found one last seat in the back next to younger blonde woman and a middle-aged man with a dark five o’clock shadow. The whole car was stuffed with people getting off from work, avoiding the discomfort of making conversation by staying glued to their phones.

Jennifer followed suit, flicking open her news feed as the train began to pull away. For some reason, Jennifer was aware of a strange, high-pitched whine drifting down from the car’s PA system. She wondered if it was just her, but she couldn’t help but notice several of her fellow passengers tapping their earbuds as if they were hearing the obnoxious noise through their devices.

The train chugged along, settling into its rhythmic chuk-ka-chunk pattern, the motion of the car rocking Jennifer back and forth in her seat. Jennifer always felt she could relax on a train and just let her mind wander as the train took her wherever she needed to go. Today, however, she felt like the gentle, swaying rhythm had a particularly strong soporific effect on her. She kept feeling her eyes droop down heavier and heavier with every bump of the train.

Suddenly the lights of the train and the screen of her phone flickered all at once. Jennifer shook her head, trying to figure out what could be going on, but the high-pitched whine was making it hard to concentrate. She’d much rather just relax, feeling like she could just fall asleep right there on the train.

Drifting and rocking

Scrolling through her phone

Sleepier and sleepier…

Jennifer glanced up to see the blonde woman next to her gazing vapidly at her phone, her eyes fluttering close and thin string of drool down her lip. The man across from them was already slumped over, his phone resting limply in his lap. All over the train car, the passengers had already succumbed to sleep or were teetering on the edge of it.

Jennifer softly chuckled to herself. It looked like everyone had just as much of a stressful week as she had. She went back to looking at her phone. Something seemed weird with the screen, but she was just too tired and sleepy to really care about it. It almost looked like the screen had a faint, translucent design spinning on it. She strained her eyes, trying to look closer.

Was that…a spiral?

As soon as she made that thought, she felt her mind slip down a steep slide into sleep.

Look at your phone.

The words popped into Jennifer’s mind, and she felt her eyes open, floating back to her screen. A large black and white spiral was spinning, fully visible now. Jennifer just stared blankly, not caring enough to even form an opinion on it.

Watch the spiral. It relaxes you. Listen to the words. They guide you.

Yes. Jennifer didn’t want to think. Maybe she was just having a silly little dream, drifting along on the train home. All around here, the passengers were staring blankly at their phones just like her.

You have so much stress. You want to relax. You want to feel good. You want to play with yourself. Play with yourself. Give yourself pleasure.

Jennifer didn’t know if that was a good thing to do on a public train, but she looked up to see the handsome man in front of her reaching his hand down his pants, his sleepy eyes glued to his phone. The blond woman next to her was feeling up her own tits, her lips red and mouth slightly parted.

Why not? Jennifer thought. She was stressed. She just wanted to feel good.

As Jennifer snaked her hand down her skirt to tease her pussy, she could have sworn she could see words and pictures inside the spiral. Something about them turned her on.

You feel happy. You feel agreeable. You want to keep playing with yourself. Play with others.

Jennifer suddenly felt a hand on her breast. The blond woman had draped her arm around Jennifer’s shoulder and was feeling her up even as she continued to star mesmerized into her phone. The man in front of them had fished out his cock and was rubbing himself. Jennifer licked her lips as she eyed the man’s shaft.

She didn’t know how long she stayed there, her mind overflowing with erotic pleasure in a car filled with people all helplessly masturbating. When the train car opened and several people in black cat suits and earmuffs entered, she didn’t give it a second thought. When they told her to give them her work ID, she handed it over without question. They took the blonde woman’s purse and asked the man for his computer password. He gave it to them with a smile on his lips.

The people in black circulated through the train car, fleecing each passenger of whatever valuable item of piece of information they could get. Nobody resisted them, they all just drifted in a sleepy, blissful daze, some of the women taking out their tits to better tease their nipples. The more Jennifer tried to think about it, the louder the words grew in her head.

Don’t resist.

Don’t fight,

Give them what they want,

You are happy. You are sexy.

Jennifer smiled vapidly. Yes, she did like being happy and sexy. She began to hump her hips against the seat. Some of the other passengers were pleasuring each other now, handjobs circlulating freely all along the train car.

Finally, the train car came to a stop. Jennifer didn’t get up. She was too busy watching her phone, too happy and sexy to stop. One of the people in black came up to her and whispered to her and the blonde woman.

You will get up

You will follow us

The idea slipped straight into Jennifer’s open, receptive mind and she slowly rose to her feet, her computer bag left forgotten under the seat. She followed the people in black out to the train platform, not caring that it wasn’t her stop.

They loaded her into an unmarked van with several other men and women with the same blank, empty, happy looks on their faces, their bodies showing clear signs of arousal. Jennifer took a seat on the bench in the back of the van, drifting along in her own private, sexy dream as the van pulled away onto the highway.

I have so many captions lost somewhere in my files. Kind of embarrassed by it. Oh well, here is an old one I quite liked when i saw it again.

Millard Joe, better known as DJ Light, is really hoping his new tech is going to work.

He listens to the beat. When he realizes he is getting unfocused and can barely hear the beat despite looking for it, he quickly puts his headphones on.

He then puts on some of his biggest hits, to make sure people aren’t focused. After a few minutes, he can see the people close to the speakers are simply nodding along like they are listening to a lullaby rather than some energetic pop and rock songs. And nobody seems to focus enough on what’s around them to notice.

Nobody is speaking, everyone is just happily dancing to his sound.

Only twenty minutes after he put the subliminal beats, everybody in the room, including the bouncers, are simply nodding to the beat and standing still. He is glad this is a private party. Or else he would have to worry about more people entering.

Millard turns out the microphone.

“Repeat after me.”

“I ADORE DJ Light.”

“I ADORE DJ Light!” the crowd echoes as a single voice.

“I will do WHATEVER he will tell me to.”

“I will do WHATEVER he will tell me to.”

“Good. You don’t have to repeat anymore. Now, all ladies, go stand in a corner and fall asleep. All the dudes, you have the urge to strip down to your underwear and do extremely sensual dances. GO!”

It’s not that he doesn’t like women, it’s just that he doesn’t like them THAT way. And his invention seems very effective. On both sides of the room, ladies are falling asleep in a mess of bodies, completely uncaring about their comforts, just about making sure they sleep and obey his words.

As for the males, nobody is showing signs of shyness. There are some bodies DJ Light would prefer not to see, but it’s actually a sign of how powerful his new sounds are, that even amputees, old mens, security officers covered in scars, all are taking almost everything off and dancing to his beat. Maybe the fact they already were fans for the most parts helped? He will have to try to find a way for more diverse tests.

Mallard, in awe of what he accomplished, tries something he told himself to keep for “private” sessions. “All of you men, I want you to fall in love and in lust with me. It doesn’t matter what your sexuality or tastes are, you consider me the most handsome and perfect man. You have celebrity crushes on me. Often, I will be the subject of your fantasies. You would LOVE to see me again in person. Is that understood?”

Interdisciplinary Studies

The Master moved quickest through Carpenter State's faculty. Though its true design was unknown even to its vessels, there certainly seemed to be reason in its path of spread. Professors had access to students, large classrooms full of bodies for the Master to claim. It only took three or four vessels to assimilate a full classroom. One vessel would take the lead, while the others would pick off anyone who tried to escape. They could finish the room in the length of a typical college class.

Charlotte Blake was the first among the faculty to experience the Master's power, assimilated in the forest outside Romero. Miles Griffin and Mona Tran followed, assimilated by Professor Blake in her home. Mona cornered Miranda Cole in her office, while Miles worked his way through the math department, taking his mentor, Dr. Bertrand, who in turn assimilated his roster of graduate student lecturers as Professor Cole took out her adjunct frustrations on the tenured professors in the anthropology department.

The sudden change in social behaviors didn't go unnoticed by the remaining faculty.

"I heard them all night long. Chanting, moaning, banging on the walls. It's fucking weird, isn't it?" Mary asked.

"It's a little strange for this crowd," Dustin said, his attention split between the conversation at the table and his taco, which was quickly losing structure.

Mary turned to Daniela for her opinion, but she looked more confused than grossed out. "It's a retreat," she shrugged. "What the faculty do in the privacy of their rooms..."

"You don't get it!" Mary protested. "I'm not talking about a sexual revolution among our peers, these aren't swingers. The noises they're making...it's almost in-human."

Carpenter State hosted a faculty retreat every year near the end of summer. It was an opportunity for the professors to collaborate, bounce ideas off each other, and simply let loose a little before all the students returned. The disciplines typically stuck to each other, which was why Mary, Dustin, and Daniela—French, German, and Spanish professors respectively—were sharing a table in the big conference hall as Dean Pierce droned on about the founding principles of Carpenter State University.

But the Dean's words zipped over the trio's heads as Mary recounted the previous night's horror story. As she told it, she had been excited for the retreat because she was sharing a room with another French professor, her old friend Luna. Mary and Luna had been close in college, but drifted apart when Luna moved to Europe. But when Luna reached out about her money troubles, Mary was eager to help her old friend find a job at the school. This was Luna's first year as a professor, and it was supposed to be a new chapter in the girls' friendship. The retreat would be a test of that old bond.

By this point in the story, Dustin and Daniela both were losing interest in Mary's story.

"But then she fucking blew me off!" Mary hissed over the Dean's voice. "We were taking our luggage up to the room when we ran into Charlotte. She told us that she was having a party in her room next door. We kind of laughed it off at first. Luna thanked her for the offer, but I told her that we wanted to spend the night together catching up."

"I thought you said she left you," Dustin said.

"She did!" Mary whispered. "When I was unpacking my stuff, Charlotte came back to our door. Luna answered, and suddenly they were just whispering to each other. She was so weird after that, like I would talk to her, but she wasn't really there. And then she told me that she wanted to go to Charlotte's party, and she thought that socializing with the other professors would be good for me too."

Daniela looked out across the room. She saw Luna seated toward the front at Charlotte Blake's table. She frowned.

"Maybe she didn't want to talk to you about her money problems," Daniela said. "Maybe she just wanted to get drunk with her new coworkers without feeling judged about it."

"You think I would judge her?" Maria hissed.

"No," Daniela said evenly. "But sometimes a friend's concern might come off as judgment."

"You didn't hear the sounds, Daniela," Mary said, crossing her arms. "It wasn't a party. It was a ritual or a...a weird thing! You don't think people have been acting strange around here lately? Professors hooking up outside their disciplines? That never happens!"

"Engineering professors dating artists, it's not natural," Dustin said with fake horror.

"Listen, Mary," Daniela said. "You're obviously hurt that she left you, but campus is new to her. This is her chance to meet all of her new coworkers. If you're worried about her, why don't you just go talk to her?"

Mary glanced at Luna's table. Her eyes narrowee at the sight of Luna laughing enthusiastically as Mona Tran whispered in her ear.

"No," she said. "I can't explain it. I know I sound crazy. But something's not right. Something's different about her. She's not my Luna anymore. They got to her."

Mary knew that she was making massive leaps in judgment going from a friend's wild night out to some body snatcher conspiracy, but maybe she would have been more convincing if she had told Dustin and Daniela the last part of her story. Maybe if they knew about the late night phone call that startled Mary awake long after she had drifted off into an angry, restless sleep. Maybe if they had heard Luna's voice, that inhuman hunger as she panted into the receiver.

"Come on over, Mary...please join us...join us and see...all life surrenders to the Master..."

Maybe they would have believed.

But Mary didn't share that part of the story with her friends. It was too weird, too surreal. By the morning she had convinced herself that it was just a dream, even if the details of it had greatly influenced her paranoia.

Daniela had always believed Mary was a bit too sensitive. It didn't surprise her that she was so hurt that her old friend was making new ones so quickly, but she was a little concerned about Mary's conspiratorial rambling. Not enough to keep Daniela from having a little fun of her own, though. She met a pilot at the hotel bar, and after a few shots, she was loose enough to finally shake off her concerns about her friend and start enjoying this retreat a little. Deciding against her own impulsive nature, she left her new pilot friend with a few sloppy kisses and the encouragement that she might fuck him if she ran into him again the next night.

Daniela had actual work to do in the morning, which meant that she couldn't get too drunk. Regrettably, she carried herself up the stairs to return to her room. The floor felt empty beneath her as she stumbled back.

She had already reached her door, slipped the card into the reader and heard the click of the lock when she looked down the hallway and spotted Dustin outside of Mary's room.

She squinted her eyes. Was it Mary's room, or Professor Blake's?

Dustin knocked on the door: once, twice, with a long pause in between. When the door opened, she saw Luna's head pop out, arms draping around Dustin's shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. Her bare leg curved around his, and they fell backward into the room.

"What the fuck?" Daniela mouthed. She shook her head, then pushed her door open. She didn't enter though. The heavy door swung back shut quickly, and she heaved a sigh.

"Fuck it," she said, turning to walk back down the hall.

What was Daniela planning to do when she reached Professor Blake's room? She supposed she was going to do exactly what Mary should have done. She was going to ask Professor Blake why all the other faculty seemed to be fucking in her orbit, then she was going to demand Luna apologize to Mary for being a shitty friend.

She knocked confidently on the door, a rapid pace compared to Dustin's lethargic greeting. She opened her mouth to speak as it swung open, but all of Daniela's thoughts blanked away at the surprise of Charlotte Blake standing naked on the other side of the threshold. Her eyes were white, empty. Drops of thick, black liquid rolled down her body, from her tits, between her legs.

Behind her, Daniela saw Dustin spread out on the floor, Luna crying out in delirious pleasure as she rode his face.

"Charlotte..." She managed to gasp out before a strange voice echoed in her mind.

submit

Daniela's eyes widened, the recognition faded away.

"Yes," Daniela said quietly, the emotion on her face as blank as Charlotte's eyes.

With a wicked smile, Charlotte dipped her fingers between the folds of her pussy. She moaned as she circled her entrance, scooping up a heavy portion of the black liquid, then she offered it to Daniela.

Daniela accepted Charlotte's fingers in her mouth, thoughtlessly sucking down every last drop of the Master. Charlotte stepped back into the room, and with her lips still wrapped around Charlotte's fingers, Daniela followed, just another vessel.

Non-APParrent Changes

Elliot liked a lot of things.

He liked to cook, having a knack for flavor and making healthy food. He liked animals, enough so that he became a vegan as soon as he moved out and went to college. He liked creating art, making a name for himself in the local art scene.

Elliot also hated a lot of things.

He hated bad smells, not unlike a lot of people. He hated dumb people, those with nothing between the ears. He hated going to the gym and getting all sweaty with a burning passion. He hated his girlfriend Erica for breaking up with him last month and already finding someone else.

Most of all though, he hated the Golden Army.

They were almost everything Elliot hated wrapped up into one. Dumb, smelly, sweaty jocks who spent their days at the gym or on the field. And they made a living out of it too! They made so much money they’d invested it by opening a gym just a few blocks away, completely free and open to anyone.

It sickened him just how popular those dolts were. Elliot had passed by the gym on his way home earlier, and the place was completely packed. Gold shirts as far as the eye could see, if they were wearing a shirt to begin with. Half the guys seemed to want to show off too much to wear one.

A notification from his phone took Elliot out of his thoughts. The latest software update had finally finished downloading. Opening up his phone, a scowl formed on his face.

An app had been downloaded onto his phone.

An app outlined in Gold.

He tried to delete it, he really did. But he accidentally opened it instead.

Self

Modifying

Athletic

Reprogramming

Technology

Elliot scoffed. “SMART” seemed like a strange name for an exercise app. Maybe it was for the average person, to get them more active?

Still not anything he’d want to do though.

As the app finished setting up, a welcome message appeared:

“Welcome, recruit. Your transformation starts tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure it will,” he thought. He managed to delete the app from his phone and put the whole thing out of his mind as he got back to painting. He still wasn’t happy with the blending in the sky’s colors.

Day One

The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.

This confused and startled Elliot. He never used an alarm. He had no need to, working from home on his own schedule. He picked up his phone, checking to see what happened.

The app was back.

SMART’s Gold and Black color scheme shone brightly from the screen, revealing a second notification.

TASK: Drink the protein shake provided. Compliance will be rewarded. Disobedience will be punished.

Sure enough, there was a shiny gold shaker bottle in his kitchen counter. Elliot picked it up, a look of suspicion on his face. He definitely didn’t own anything like this. Where could it have come from?

He opened the lid and took a quick sniff. It smelled faintly of vanilla, mixed with something salty. The liquid was very thick, sticking to the sides of his throat as it went down his throat.

When did he start drinking it!?

It tasted so good…

He put the bottle back on the counter, empty down to the last drop. Another ding from his phone.

Task completed. Reward granted.

It hit him instantly. Pure pleasure and ecstasy over his entire body. He felt like he was floating, like the gentlest touch would move him miles. He was rock hard, throbbing and pulsing more with every second that went by. He’d loved Erica, but she’d never satisfied him like this before. The moans poured out of his mouth so easily.

Just as quickly as it started, the feeling ended with the best orgasm of Elliot’s life. The front of his boxers was completely soaked. His entire body was covered in sweat, a glossy sheen of pleasure laying on the kitchen floor.

Reward Completed. Muscle synthesis initiated.

Elliot never saw that message. He was still trying to figure out what just happened.

He shook his head, gathering himself. Whatever this was, it wasn’t right. He needed to get that app off his phone.

After a quick shower. Then he could get to work on his painting again. There weren’t enough trees in the foreground to hide the negative space.

Day Two

The alarm went off at 7:30 am sharp.

Elliot groaned as he lifted his head off of the pillow. He’d completely forgotten to delete the app. This was not an ideal situation for someone who is not a morning person.

TASK: Complete 25 pushups. Shirtless. Record and submit.

Elliot scoffed. “Thats a good one. I’ll pass, thanks.”

As he went to delete the app once again, a loud beeping sound echoed from his phone, like a fire alarm. Another notification popped up.

RESISTANCE DETECTED. Initiating Punishment

A sudden sharp, searing pain emerged across Elliot’s entire body. His eyes snapped shut as his senses were overwhelmed. The worst was in his head, his mind under attack at every angle. He felt like the room was spinning, the floor moving from underneath him.

Then it stopped.

MEMORY DELETION: 5%

RESISTANCE REDUCTION: 10%

Elliot felt a little dizzy still, but he reluctantly started on the pushups. It was rough, taking 10 full minutes to do all 25, and his arms were completely gone afterwards. Still, he did it.

He felt a little proud of himself for some reason as he hit the Submit button.

The reward came instantly, filling his body and mind with bliss once again.

GOOD BROS OBEY. GOOD BROS ARE REWARDED

Day Three

The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.

Elliot was almost relieved to have been woken up this time. His dream the night before had been really strange. He’d been laying in a fancy bed, the soft silk sheets under him, a golden blanket on top. Next to him was a jock, as stereotypical as you could get. There was very little space between them, the jock caressing Elliot’s body in every way possible, saying sweet nothings. The dream ended with him saying:

“You’re going to be so hot, bro.”

There was no time to think about that. Another task had arrived.

TASK: Wear the provided shorts. Take a mirror selfie. Post online.

Turning in confusion, he saw the shorts folded neatly on the edge of the bed, waiting to be worn. Expecting it, even.

Elliot still tried to resist. He didn’t want any part of this. He’d never wanted any part of this.

The pain shot through him again, even harder than the day before. Tears welled up in his eyes from it all. It felt like someone was stepping on his package, stomping and rubbing their foot in.

MEMORY LOSS: 11% Total

CASUAL LANGUAGE ENFORCED

Fighting through the pain, Elliot slipped the shorts on, breathing a sigh of relief when the pain stopped. He snapped a selfie, posting it on the SMART app for everyone to see.

Another reward came. Another moan from the pleasure. He could feel his body relax, especially his arms and legs. He was prepared for his load to be blown this time, sliding the golden shorts down to let it all out.

MUSCLE MASS: +11%

BRO MODE: 30%

Elliot sat back up, recovering from the experience. He should really get started on his painting again, but he didn’t feel like it yet. Maybe a nice hearty breakfast after a walk around the block would help. Eggs and bacon sounded good. He’d have to stop by the store on his way back. Then he could, um… paint some lines? Draw some shapes? What did he need to do again?

Day Four

The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.

Elliot was a little more prepared this time. Maybe mornings weren’t so bad. He felt calmer, more energized than usual.

TASK: Flex for two minutes in the mirror. Shirtless.

Repeat “I love getting bigger.”

Elliot winced at the task, but he didn’t want to go through the pain again. He stood in front of the mirror, feeling like a fool. His arms and chest looked more pathetic than flexing material. He tried flexing just a little at first.

“I… like… getting bigger.”

A small rush went through him. Saying that felt good. Again, more confidently.

“I like getting bigger.”

Elliot could feel his package twitch a little, but he couldn’t stop and take care of that. Not yet. He had an order.

“I like getting bigger.”

The two minutes went by quicker than he thought. By the end, his arms looked a little bigger, as did his pecs. The mirror might be broken or something.

He was fully hard now. He wanted to obey. He looked hot watching his body obey the task. He let out a little laugh at the thought, his voice sounding a bit deeper. That made him laugh more.

Reward: Endorphin Cascade. Pleasure x2.

IQ Suppression: Increased.

Identity Override: In progress.

Elliot went to lay back down on the bed, his hand cupping his crotch. He had some needs to take care of before getting to work. Whatever it was he did. Probably wasn’t a big deal.

Day Five

The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.

Elliot woke from yet another weird dream. He was in a large bedroom, full of golden furniture and decorations. The room was filled with hot muscular bros, all shirtless and close together. Elliot was in the midst of them all, being caressed, kissed, and sucked all over. He wasn’t gay, not at all. So why did it all feel so good?

He had no time to think about it. Another task had been sent.

TASK: Post a message on the SMART forums. Say “Feeling good, bros. Ready to grow more.”

He obeyed. He had no choice.

The reward was the largest one yet. His whole body erupted in pleasure as he moaned loudly. A small puddle formed on the floor. His whole body was sweaty, like he’d just worked out for two hours. It felt great.

Obedience Imprint: Active

Tank Identity: 75% Installed

The comments continued flooding in throughout the day, all filled with praise. His ego grew and grew. Those bros knew a good body when they saw one.

Awesome bro! You’re getting ripped!

Dang, dude! So swole!

Tank is coming along nicely!

Tank smirked, flexed a little in the mirror. He was looking better and better.

Day Six

The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.

Tank woke up feeling well rested. He looked around his room, admiring all the sports stuff he’d gotten over the years. Baseball bats, hockey pucks, swimsuits that hugged his body perfectly. He even had a soccer ball signed by the Golden Army’s starting lineup from when they’d won the state championships.

Another notification shook him out of his thoughts. Another task to obey.

TASK: Visit the nearest Golden Army gym. Get your free membership. Work out for 1 hour.

That’d be stupidly easy. There was a gym just a couple blocks away! Why hadn’t he signed up sooner?

“I can be so dumb sometimes huhu!” Tank let out another laugh as he got ready to go.

A quick jog later, Tank walked into the lobby area. He could see a lot of dudes further in the gym, lifting weights and using the various machines.

The receptionist acknowledged him as he walked up. He was wearing a glossy rubber polo shirt with the number 767 on the chest in gold. Good to see the polo drones were being put to good use, at least.

“Your face is not in drone’s memory banks. Initiating registration process. What is your name?”

“Name’s Tank, bro. Tank Gold.”

“Acknowledged. Registration processing.” The drone typed something on the computer. “The Golden Army has started adding permanent memberships to its gyms across the country. It comes with SMART app functionality to monitor your progress and administer cash rewards periodically for good behavior. Are you interested?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s do it!” That’s exactly what Tank wanted. Why would he want to go anywhere else? He could focus on working out and get paid to do it? That’s a no brainer, even for a no brainer like him.

“Acknowledged. Registration complete. Enjoy your workout.”

Tank headed off to the weights. It was arm day, and he was gonna push for a new pb.

Gym Membership Connected

Tank Identity: Permanent

Cognitive Inhibitors: Applied

Tank didn’t know what any of that meant, but the app was good to him. He just obeyed and got bigger and dumber. Putting some music on and putting his phone in his pocket, he started his workout.

Day Seven

The alarm went off at 7:30 sharp.

Tank was already awake by then. He’d had another epic dream the night before. He was sucking off a bro while another bro ate him out from behind. It almost felt real. Maybe he’d find some golden bros at the gym and could make it happen.

TASK: Send the SMART app to someone who needs it. The Golden Army must grow.

Tank scrolled through his messages, trying to find someone. Half of them were weird artsy bullshit and stuff he didn’t understand at all. He finally saw a bunch of texts from some dude named Noah, worried about him for some reason.

“Hey, Elliot. What’s wrong? You haven’t answered your phone in a week! Is everything okay?”

Tank was confused reading it. Who the heck was Elliot? He didn’t know any bros with that name. The contact picture showed a puny, glasses wearing guy in a sweater vest and button down. He looked to be 100 pounds soaking wet.

“He’s perfect,” Tank thought, as he sent the app. He’d have another bro soon.

He headed for the Golden Army gym once again, ready to work out. He needed to. The SMART app tells him to do it, so he does. It’s easier that way.

Good bros obey. Good bros use SMART.

REWARD: Permanent Pleasure Access.

Bro Mode: 100%.

Welcome to the Golden Army.