**Chapter 2: The Transformation**

As the spiral's influence continued to take hold, I started to feel... different. My thoughts became cloudy, and my desires shifted. I began to crave things I never thought I'd want. My body started to change, too. My voice became higher, my mannerisms more... feminine. But it wasn't just that. I felt a new obsession growing inside me, a fixation on cocks, on penises, on the very thing I used to think of as a normal part of my body. At first, I tried to resist. I didn't want to be this new person, this... thing. But it was no use. The machine seemed to be controlling me, using me for its own purposes. I felt a sense of detachment from my body, as if I was watching myself from outside. My hands moved on their own, touching myself in ways that I never thought I'd want to. I was becoming a cock slut, and I couldn't stop it. As the transformation took hold, my mind became more and more foggy. I couldn't think straight, couldn't reason. All I could think about was cocks, and how I wanted to see them, touch them, be used by them. It was like my brain had been rewired, and I was now a slave to my new desires. I looked down at my body, and saw that it was changing too. My cock was growing, becoming longer and thicker. My hips were widening, and my ass was becoming rounder. I was becoming a vessel, a tool for others to use. And I was okay with that. The machine seemed to be enjoying my transformation, humming with pleasure as I changed. I could feel its power coursing through me, controlling me, using me. I was no longer in charge; I was just a puppet, a plaything for the machine. As the transformation continued, I started to lose my memories of my past life. I forgot about Charlie, about who I used to be. All I knew was that I was a cock slut, made to serve. And I was happy to serve. I didn't know what was happening, or why. All I knew was that I was changing, and that it felt... good. The machine's power was intoxicating, and I was drunk on it. I was no longer in control, and it was a liberating feeling. As I looked up at the machine, I saw the spiral pattern once more. It seemed to be smiling at me, pleased with my transformation. And I knew that I was its now, a slave to its power. I was no longer Charlie. I was something new, something different. And I was happy to be a cock slut, made to serve. The machine had taken control, and I was okay with that. I was ready to serve, to please, to be used. The machine seemed to sense my surrender, and it stopped humming. The spiral pattern faded away, and I was left alone in the darkness. But I wasn't alone for long. I could hear footsteps, heavy and deliberate. Someone was coming, and I knew that my new life was about to begin.