Company Assets (Long Form)

Jack stepped into the headquarters of Bioneer Industries, and just took a moment to take it all in. He’d applied for the position as more of a whim than anything. It wasn’t that Jack wasn’t necessarily qualified for the work they did here--after all, he’d just graduated with his Master’s degree in biomechanics—but the reputation of this startup was so high, that he’d imagined there was no possible way he’d actually manage to land a position at the firm. But much to his surprise, they’d brought him in for an in-person interview almost immediately, which had gone surprisingly well. If anything, the guys he’d interviewed with seemed more interested in his college football career, than they did in his thesis project. He’d expected there to be a few more rounds of interviews after that, but instead, he’d received a job offer in his email inbox the next day, and now, here he was, ready to begin working for one of the most cutting edge, and highly secretive, biotech firms in the valley.

That was perhaps what fascinated him the most about this—no one really knew what this firm did, or what they were researching, or what the product they were developing even was. Sure, the founder, Greg McNeil, had received any number of splashy features in magazines and newspapers over the last couple of years, but the features had focused more on the sixty year old’s ability to seemingly defy the basics of aging, and less on what his secretive company might be doing to enable it. Not that aging was something that Jack was worried about at the moment. He was twenty-six, and in some of the best physical condition of his life. He hadn’t continued playing football once he’d gotten into his master’s program, but he’d used the opportunity to push himself in weightlifting, and he looked great. Thick with muscle, a nice face, and brains to boot. He’d had a few girlfriends over the years, some serious, some not, but he had a feeling that once he got a few paychecks under his belt, he’d have no time finding someone to settle down with around here. Although as he looked around, he noticed something a bit strange. There weren’t any women within sight. It was all guys, as far as he could see. It was a bit strange, but before he could consider it further, a man came up to him, grabbed his hand and shook it. “Jack! So glad to have you joining the team. I assume the compensation package we offered was acceptable?”

“It was phenomenal,” Jack said, smiling at Dave Simmons, a member of the company C-suite, and one of the men who had interviewed him a few days earlier. He’d tried before, but even now, Jack found it difficult to pin down just how old Dave might be. From the gray hair, he would have guessed 40, or maybe even 50, but the firm skin of his face, and his taut body, made him think of someone much closer to his age.

“Well, if you come with me, we can get your onboarding underway,” Dave said, leading Jack through a security checkpoint, and then into an elevator—though instead of going up, they began to descend instead. “The campus actually extends ten stories underground,” Dave said. “It’s safer for some of the work we’re doing, and also is easier for security lockdown, if necessary.”

The elevator came to a stop, and Jack followed Dave out and down a rather nondescript hallway, until they arrived in a fairly unexciting office. What came next was a multitude of papers to sign. Consent forms, security background checks, NDAs, life and health insurance, tax forms, it was all a blur for him, really. He just put down what Dave suggested for the most part, and then went onto the next page. Dave grew increasingly apologetic about the amount of paperwork required, but assured him it was necessary for a company at the cutting edge of multiple technological fields. It wasn’t just other companies spying on them that they were trying to avoid, but any unnecessary government intrusion as well. After all, the government and its bureaucrats just wouldn’t understand the importance of the work they were doing here, would they?

“Alright, I do believe that this is everything I needed from you, Jack,” Dave announced at last, “Why don’t you put down that pen finally, and I can get you going on your training orientation?” Dave stood up, and Jack followed him back out of the office, and into the hallway.

“Actually, I was curious about what my job title actually is,” Jack said, “the listing said you were hiring for multiple positions, and I don’t think you’ve said what mine is going to be.”

“Ah, yes, that is a very good question,” Dave said, “the answer is a bit complicated, because we don’t have a very traditional structure around here. I can assure you that once you’re through your training orientation, you’ll understand everything much better, I promise.”

That sounded like a dodge to Jack, and made him feel a bit nervous. In fact, all of this was putting him a bit on edge, and when Dave opened up a door to a new room, revealing a small room with medical equipment lining the walls, a strange looking chair in the middle, and two rather imposing looking orderlies dressed all in white, Jack began to have some reservations. “Why don’t you strip down and have a seat in the chair, Jack, and I’ll explain your role with a little more clarity.”

“I think I’d like you to explain what’s going on before I get in the chair, actually,” Jack said. He reached back as he did, and tested the knob on the door—it had locked behind them as they’d entered.

Dave sighed, “Are you certain? I can tell you that one way or another, you’re going to be in that chair one way or another in a few minutes, but I can explain it now, if you insist. You see, Bioneer Industries is at the forefront of understanding the aging process, and we’ve made a number of breakthroughs that are of great interest to some of our wealthy financial backers. Unfortunately, there’s no way for us to reverse the aging process itself just yet. What we have discovered is a process, using nanomachines and finely tuned biomechanical compounds, to take certain…assets from one individual, and deposit them in the body of another individual instead.”

“That…that can’t be legal.”

“Ah, well, legality doesn’t matter much, when you’re wealthy, you know?”Dave said with a shrug. “Besides, according to the consent forms you just signed, you just signed over all of your assets to the company—financial, physical, and…shall we say, biological and psychological. We own you, Jack. Your body, and your body’s assets. All we’re going to be doing is trading some assets around a bit. Now, if you would be so kind as to disrobe and take a seat, I’d be more than happy to demonstrate the technology for you. You can either do so willingly, or my two friends here can assist you.”

In the end, Jack needed assistance. He fought as hard as he could against the two orderlies, and while he was no stranger to physical fights, the sheer strength of the two orderlies seemed impossible. They were heavily muscled, sure, but he’d tackled men larger than them before. Their bodies just seemed more efficient somehow, like every muscle was operating at maximum capacity, far beyond what Jack was capable of. In a matter of minutes, they had torn all of the clothes off of Jack’s body, pushed him into the chair, and secured his arms and legs to the frame with a series of straps, all without uttering a single word. Once their task was completed, they returned to where they’d been standing before, behaving more like robots, than human beings.

“You see, Jack,” Dave said, as he put on a pair of latex gloves, and began fiddling with some of the medical supplies out of Jack’s view, “I’m afraid that our job offer was a bit misleading. It’s a shame, really. If you had fewer assets to offer, I think you actually could have taken on a different role with the company than the one we have for you today. Unfortunately, someone with your physical and mental assets, and with your physiological compatibility, you’re just too good of a resource to pass up for our benefactors.”

“I don’t fucking understand what you’re talking about! This isn’t fucking legal, you sick fucking freaks! Let me go!”

“As I said, Jack, after everything you signed, this is all perfectly legal, and by the time we’ve finished with the acquisition, I assure you, you will be more than happy with what remains,” Dave said, and returned to view with a syringe like device full of some shimmering, metallic substance, connected to a tube running over to some machinery against the wall. “Now, what you see here, are the companies nanomites, patent pending. Highly secretive actually, very few even know they exist. You should consider yourself honored to be at the forefront of scientific progress like this, you know.”

“What the fuck do they do?”

“It’s rather complicated, but I suppose the simplest way to describe it, is that they are designed to both extract, and replace, physical and mental assets of subjects across bodies. These ones have already gone through their first session with our anonymous benefactor. You see, in earlier trials, we tried to simply extract and deposit assets between individual subjects, but the results were never…ideal. It turns out that there needs to be some exchange, in order for the acquired assets to be properly assimilated into the body, and preserve the integrity of the subjects themselves. Our benefactor is in the next room, already prepared for his, shall we say, acquisition. Once you are hooked up to the system, the nanomites’ programming will be triggered, and begin the exchange of assets between the two of you. You won’t have to do anything, other than relax.”

Jack did not relax, but with the orderlies’ assistance, Jack’s arms was held still enough to put two IV’s into place, one in each arm, and hooked into the nanomite network. After a series of double and triple checks of the system, between both chambers, Dave flipped a switch, and Jack saw the metallic substance begin to swirl, and then flow down one of the tubes into one of his arms. He could feel them, a strange shuddering sensation that flooded all throughout his body, making him squirm in the chair in discomfort. He could feel them all throughout his body, doing who the hell knew what, but they were doing something to him. A moment later, he saw a silvery, bloody stream appear out of his other arm, sucked up and out into some machinery, and then into what he assumed was the other chamber, where the benefactor in question was hooked up. After a few minutes, he saw more nanomites return through a different tube, and return to his first arm, completing the cycle.

“Now, this was programmed to occur in three stages,” Dave said, “The stage will focus on your primary physical assets,” Dave said, “As you know, we here at Bioneer industries are at the forefront of anti-aging technology. Alas, all of that age does have to go somewhere.”

“What…what the fuck…” Jack said, looking down at himself in the chair. He…he was looking older. His body was losing its muscular definition that he’d worked so hard for over the last few years, and he could already see a layer of fat appearing on top. “No—No, this isn’t fucking happening, this can’t be happening!”

“I’m afraid it is, Jack. Try to relax, it will make the process much easier. I would hate to have to give you a tranquilizer. I need you awake and aware through this process, to monitor your health and well being,” Dave said, “It’s nothing that wouldn’t have happened to you anyway, you know, we’re just…speeding up the process a bit, but think of the good you’re doing, not only for our benefactor, but for human progress.”

Jack looked around the room, desperate for anything he could use to save himself, and instead saw a monitor displaying several views of him as he transformed. They were recording the entire thing! He was horrified, watching a closeup of his face as it began to wrinkle, his skin aging and losing all of it’s definition, his hairline receding well past the crown of his head until just a thin horseshoe of hair remained around his ears, all of it a light gray. His pecs were gone, as were his abs. Now, he had a thick, tough ball gut jutting out, with two moobs resting on top of it, his thighs flabby, a second chin forming under his jaw, along with two heavy jowls. In a matter of minutes, he’d gone from a hotshot jock in his mid twenties, to a man that could easily have been fifty, or even sixty years old. He felt numb, looking down at himself, at an unfamiliar body, horrified beyond measure as the changes slowed, though the nanomites continued to pump their way through his body.

“Excellent, now onto the second stage—auxiliary physical assets,” Dave said.

“Auxiliary…what?” Jack said, disturbed by his voice, how weak it was, and how much deeper it had become after the first stage of his transformation.

“Our benefactor had some rather specific requests, I’m afraid, that required more detailed programming.”

Jack would have said more, but he was interrupted by a sudden, crushing pain in his groin, like someone was squeezing his cock and nuts inside a vice. He groaned and moaned in discomfort, looked down, and saw that his cock and balls were literally shrinking up inside of his body, slowly being absorbed by the nanomites, and taken away to some stranger’s body.

“Testosterone is in high demand by our benefactors, for reasons you might understand.”

Jack could only watch as his cock and balls were sucked away, little by little, until there was nothing left at all, just a hole in the middle of a patch of gray hair, completely nullified, and utterly desensitized. He noticed the hair then, the patchy, gray hair sprouting all over his chest and belly, under his armpits, on the backs of his hands and the tops of his feet. Then, another horrifying sensation, similar to the one that had shrunk away his cock and balls, as the nanomites began attacking his teeth, sucking away the calcium from the root and drawing them away, leaving him with a completely toothless mouth in less than a minute. After that, came the stench. He could smell himself, the filthy body odor rolling off of him, and apparently Dave could too, and he waved his hand in front of his face for a moment, until he got used to it. What Jack wasn’t prepared for, was for his bladder to release without warning, a full load of piss pouring out of the hole in his crotch, soaking the seat under him, and running off onto the floor.

“There we are, let me just make sure everything is complete there. This was a new program, and sometimes glitches can occur. The bladder control is a feature, unfortunately. Our benefactor has had a weak bladder for years, and was very specific that we fix that for him.”

Dave forced Jack’s mouth open and ran his gloved hand around his gums, while Jack tried not to cry, and then did the same around his crotch, though Jack felt…nothing down there. Just the barest of sensations, not even a spark of pleasure to be found, just a dead zone where before he’d gotten so much pleasure. “Excellent. Everything seems to be in order. Now, onto the third stage—your mental assets.”

“No! No, please, no more,” Jack said, lisping around his toothless mouth.

“This is rather experimental still, the blood brain barrier has been a difficult nut to crack,” Dave said, “We’ve made great progress as of late, though the process is still quite painful I’m afraid.” He hit a switch on the control panel, and Jack felt the nanomites in his system start flooding upwards into his head—and then the sensation of a million little drills on his skull, probing and forcing their way into his mind. It felt like the worst migraine of his life, as each nanomite slipped a small tendril through his skull and began interfacing with his neurons—and slowly began sucking away at his mind.

“The aging mind has been a difficult challenge. We learned how to shore up the body relatively quickly, but some of our early benefactors still expired of dementia in the bodies of twenty year olds. Don’t worry, we won’t leave you a husk or anything. However, you certainly aren’t going to be doing any great work in the future. In all honesty, you’ll be lucky if you remain literate at all.”

Jack could barely focus on what Dave was saying. The assault on his mind was overwhelming, and it was almost a relief when he passed out from the sheer onslaught of the nanomites on his mind. Everything went white—and the next thing he knew, he was waking up slowly in a hospital bed with the worst headache of his life.

“There we are, Jack, take it easy now,” said someone beside him. Jack managed to pry his eyes open a crack, and saw that it was Dave there beside his bed. “I don’t blame you for passing out—it made the rest of the process a bit easier, especially the chip installation.”

“Chip…installation? I don’t…understand, I…I need…I…” Jack said, but his mind was a complete jumble, nothing seemed to be connecting up in the correct fashion anymore.

“You’re probably looking for this,” Dave said, and pushed something into Jack’s mouth—the bit of a tobacco pipe. He knew what it was instinctively, and knew that it was exactly what he’d needed. “When we took your intellectual assets, we of course had to replace them with something. Our benefactor has given you his years-long pipe smoking habit and crushing nicotine addiction, along with his latent homosexuality, and some rather…perverse fantasies he’s harbored for years. It makes you perfectly suited for your new role with the company, actually, and makes it much easier for you to interface with your compliance chip.”

Dave pulled out some matches and helped Jack get the pipe going, and once he had a few lungfuls of smoke, everything did feel a bit clearer, at last. “What…chip are you talking about?”

“We installed a compliance chip in your brain, once you were unconscious. Just something to help you adjust to your new role around here. Why don’t we test it out a bit, eh, now that you’re awake? Tell me Jack, are you pleased with the results of Bioneer Industries and our asset acquisition?”

Jack knew what he should say, of course. He should be furious. Scream. Cry. Rage. But each time his mind tried to route through those emotions, something stopped him cold. Instead, what he said, in between puffs of his pipe, was, “I’m beyond pleased with the results. I didn’t deserve my youth, and would have probably wasted it. It’s much better that it be given to someone more important than me, who can do more for humanity than I ever could.”

He was horrified, but it felt…true. Each time he tried to deny it, the mental path only seemed to grow stronger, more rigid, more correct. He could remember his life, everything he’d wanted to do, but it seemed increasingly trivial and worthless.

“And tell me, Jack, are you excited about your new position here at Bioneer Industries as our communal sex slave?” Dave said, his smile turning rather cruel as he finished the sentence.

Jack could barely comprehend what Dave had said to him, but the words were already coming from his mouth. “Yes! It has always been a fantasy of mine to be used and degraded by as many men as possible. I know I’m no longer the most attractive of men, but I hope I’ll be able to bring pleasure and release to all of the men at the company, for many years to come.”

It wasn’t true, was it? Jack felt something like a shiver of lust run through him, though without a cock and balls, he had no real physical reaction. Again, the more he tried to deny it, the stronger the sensation became, and he realized he was staring at Dave’s crotch, where the outline of his cock was clear in his suit pants, wondering how it would taste.

“You’re thinking about sucking me off right now, aren’t you, pig?”

“Fuck, yes Sir, please, can this fat, old, dickless pig pleasure you?” Jack said, unable to contain his growing excitement, as his simplified mind was increasingly rewired towards sexual servitude and nothing else.

Dave hauled out his cock, Jack managed to get out of the hospital bed and onto his old, aching knees, and proceeded to give Dave the best blowjob he could. He’d never sucked cock before, but the programming in his chip took over, assisting him in pleasuring Dave with his toothless mouth, while Dave ran his hands over Jack’s smooth, bald scalp, sending shivers down Jack’s spine. It was only a few minutes before Dave pulled out his cock and shot his load of cum all over Jack’s patchy gray beard, and Jack felt a pulse of pure dopamine injected into his brain from his chip, giving him the closest sensation to an orgasm the nullified old pig would ever have again.

“Seems like your new mind is working well enough pig, why don’t we get you dressed, and I’ll show you to your new office?” Dave said.

It was a bit difficult, since his fat, old body was still rather new to him, but Jack managed to put on the clothes that had been provided to him. First came the diaper—a necessity, Dave reminded him, since they didn’t want the pig’s weak bladder getting piss all up and down the hallways. Then, a button up white shirt, and a pair of socks and loafers. Instead of a tie, Dave secured a metal collar around his neck, under the shirt collar, and attached a chain leash to it. “Alright pig, let’s go.” Dave said, and gave a tug.

Jack fell to his hands and knees and crawled along behind Dave. He didn’t really know why he did it, but it just felt…appropriate for a pig like him to crawl, and not walk. He was paraded through quite a bit of the company, introduced to some of the employees, some of whom even used the pig right then and there, adding their own loads to his face, where Dave’s own was still drying. Finally, they reached their destination—a bathroom with a sign that read pig equipped, and they went inside. The room was quite large, with a single toilet in the corner, a sink and mirror along the wall, and a small mattress across from it.

“We let some pigs roam free through the office, but given your rather…smelly odor and the fact that you can’t stop pissing yourself, we’ve decided you’ll serve as a restroom attendant, Jack. Your duties will include cleaning the restroom after each use, along with servicing the men who use the restroom in whatever manner they desire. Do you understand? That includes offering your service as a urinal as well.”

Dave hooked the chain to an eye drilled into the wall, giving Jack enough slack to reach most of the restroom, but not enough to leave. Then, with Jack kneeling on the mattress, he pulled his cock out and proceeded to piss all over Jack, soaking down his white shirt, the outside of his diaper, and his mattress with his piss, all while Jack snorted and grunted with excitement and delight. Jack just looked up at Dave, his dimwitted mind lost in a sexual stupor, already forgetting details of his old life, his old body, his dreams and desires. The only thing a dimwit like him could want anymore, would be to be used and abused by as many men as possible—which is exactly what he got. What followed was a steady stream of men eager to sample the new  office pig, some of them wanting blowjobs, a few wanting to fuck Jack’s old, loose hole, and most of them excited to add a load of piss to the pig’s already filthy outfit. In between visitors, Jack would clean up the room as best he could. Since he lacked any cleaning supplies, he needed to rely on his tongue mostly, but he didn’t mind. He’d been born to be a pig like this. He couldn’t imagine a happier existence than being an asset of Bioneer Industries.