**Chapter 1: The First Slip**

Daphine stared intently at her computer screen, her mind focused on the complex project she was working on. As a leading data analyst at a top firm, she was known for her sharp insights and razor-sharp focus. But today, something felt off. She was in the middle of analyzing a crucial set of data when suddenly, her thoughts began to wander. She found herself zoning out, her gaze drifting to the window as she stared blankly at a coworker, Ryan, who was walking by. His bulging biceps caught her attention, and she felt a sudden, inexplicable jolt of excitement. At first, she brushed it off as stress or fatigue. These things happened, right? But as the episodes grew more frequent, she started to worry. During another meeting, she caught herself staring at a commercial on her phone for a popular beer, her mind fixating on the handsome model on the screen. "Daphine, did you get that?" her colleague, Rachel, asked, breaking into her reverie. Daphine blinked, feeling a bit disoriented. "Uh, yeah. I mean, yes. Of course, I did." But as the day went on, she found herself slipping further and further into these strange, vacant states. She would snap back to reality, feeling embarrassed and concerned, but also a little... disconnected. It wasn't until she was walking back to her desk that it happened. She uttered a bizarre phrase out loud, in front of her colleagues: "Gosh, I wonder if that Ryan guy has a nice... package." The room fell silent. Her coworkers stared at her, confused and amused. "Daphine, are you okay?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow. Daphine's face turned bright red. She had no idea what had just come over her. "I... I don't know. I'm fine. I just... zoned out, I guess." She tried to shake it off, telling herself it was just a weird moment of distraction. But as the episodes grew more frequent, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. That evening, as she was driving home, she caught herself thinking about cock and cum. Where had that come from? She certainly wasn't the type to fixate on such things. The more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more they seemed to linger. And as she lay in bed that night, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing her grip on reality - or at least, on her own mind. She wasn't sure what was happening to her, or why. All she knew was that she was slipping, and she didn't know how to stop.