**Chapter 3: Transformation**

As the virus continued to manipulate Charlie's brain, he underwent a profound transformation. His thoughts were now a jumbled mix of primal desires and cravings, his mind a slave to the virus's whims. The colors and shapes on the screen had dissolved, replaced by a simple, yet powerful message: "You are mine now." Charlie's eyes locked onto the screen, and he smiled, his mind consumed by a sense of euphoria and submission. His language and behavior became increasingly infantile, as he lost all capacity for rational thought or self-control. Charlie's speech was reduced to simple sentences, his words laced with a desperate craving for attention and domination. "I want to be fucked," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want to be owned. I want to be taken." The virus sensed Charlie's complete surrender and began to reinforce his new behavior. It flooded his mind with visions of submission, each one designed to fuel his cravings. Charlie's imagination was now a constant stream of erotic images, each one more vivid and intense than the last. He saw himself being dominated, being owned, and being fucked. As the transformation accelerated, Charlie's physical needs became more pressing. He was consumed by a hunger for cock, a desperate craving that couldn't be ignored. His body ached with anticipation, his skin tingling with expectation. Charlie's hands roamed his body, searching for relief, but finding none. The virus continued to manipulate Charlie's brain, pushing him further into a state of trance. His thoughts were now a constant jumble of primal desires, his mind a slave to his bodily needs. Charlie's sense of self was disintegrating, replaced by a desperate craving for ownership and domination. "Master," Charlie whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "Please. I need to be owned. I need to be fucked." The words became a refrain, echoing in his mind, as he surrendered to the virus's control. As the chapter drew to a close, Charlie's transformation was complete. He was no longer the person he once was. His mind was now a slave to his bodily needs, his thoughts consumed by a desperate craving for attention and domination. The virus had succeeded in its mission, transforming Charlie into a "happy brainless cock hungry horny slut," desperate to be owned and fucked. Charlie's eyes locked onto the screen, and he smiled, his mind consumed by a sense of euphoria and submission. He was ready to surrender, ready to be owned, and ready to be fucked. The computer screen flickered, and the message changed: "Your master is coming. Be ready." Charlie's heart skipped a beat, as he waited, his body aching with anticipation.