Memetic, a word

Kyle was hard at work, "working hard or hardly working?" he thought to himself, hah, then back to the mindnumbing toil and doil of the 9 to 5.

He sat at his small office desk, in his small cubicle, in his small office, feeling... well... small...

Then, his computer screen went on the fritz.

"Hey!" as he slapped it, whirls of colors replacing his folders and graphs, "Damn thing, always happens to me, gotta get the technicians... again..."

Placing a hand on his desk as he hauled himself up, ready to head on out, but then, he saw it... the word flash on the screen in hypnotic, powerful ways, ways that shook him to his core, rewrote him up from his genetic material

HYPER

A flash of understanding, of knowing, of bliss, his eyes going glassy, then lustful as he smiled

Kyle's grin widened as he fell back into his seat, staring at the screen.

Why shouldn't he? He was due a reward, was he not? A new purpose.

His eyes drifted around the office. Tara was an older woman but a new mom. Her tits were heaving and she got excused all the time to drain them.

He saw a young intern on work experience, Lily, trying to get the copier to work.

He grinned to himself as he scooted in at his desk and pulled out his steadily lengthening prick

He plugged his phone into the computer, downloading this new bliss, this wondrous idea as his phone screen glitched out too.

His cock felt rock hard, impossibly so, as he fisted it, feeling inch after inch get added. Kyle quickly put it away, he needed to spread this, quickly.