**Chapter 4: Submission**

Charlie's transformation was complete. He was now a "happy brainless cock hungry horny slut," desperate to surrender himself to someone who could take control of his life and satisfy his cravings. The virus, sensing Charlie's complete submission, began to broadcast his desires to the world, attracting the attention of individuals who were interested in exploiting Charlie's newfound vulnerability. As Charlie sat in front of the computer, his eyes locked onto the screen, and he smiled, his mind consumed by a sense of euphoria and submission. The message on the screen had changed, and now read: "Your master is coming. Be ready." Charlie's heart skipped a beat, as he waited, his body aching with anticipation. He felt a sense of excitement and nervousness, as he wondered who would be the one to take control of his life. Would it be someone kind and gentle, or someone rough and dominant? Charlie didn't care; all he knew was that he needed to be owned, needed to be fucked, and needed to be taken. 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 minutes ticked by, Charlie's anticipation grew. He could feel his body trembling with excitement, his skin tingling with expectation. He knew that his master was coming, and he was ready. The computer screen flickered, and a new message appeared: "Be prepared to surrender." Charlie's heart skipped a beat, as he read the words. He knew that this was it, this was the moment he had been waiting for. Charlie took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of submission. He was ready to give up control, ready to be owned, and ready to be fucked. The virus had done its job, and Charlie was now a shell of his former self, a mere vessel for his own desires. The screen went dark, and Charlie was left waiting, his body aching with anticipation. He knew that his master would come soon, and he was ready to surrender. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and Charlie couldn't help but smile, his mind consumed by a sense of euphoria and submission. In that moment, Charlie knew that he was no longer in control. He was a slave to his own desires, a mere plaything for someone else to use and discard. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, and Charlie couldn't help but wonder what the future held. All he knew was that he was ready, ready to be owned, ready to be fucked, and ready to surrender. The virus had taken control of his life, and Charlie was powerless to stop it. He was a puppet on a string, dancing to the tune of his own desires. And as he waited, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that his master would come soon, and he would take control of his life. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and Charlie smiled, his mind consumed by a sense of euphoria and submission.