## Chapter 1: The Spiral of Hypnosis

I, Charlie, a trans man pre-bottom surgery, found myself stuck in a mysterious machine with a spiral pattern etched into its interior. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and I could feel the weight of the machine's power bearing down on me. As I struggled to free myself, a strange, disorienting sensation washed over me, like my molecules were being rearranged. The spiral pattern began to glow with an ethereal light, drawing me in with an irresistible force. I tried to look away, but my gaze was fixed on the spiral, my eyes locked onto its center like a moth to a flame. The machine hummed to life, emitting a low, pulsing vibration that seemed to resonate deep within my chest. I felt my mind begin to slip away, like sand pouring out of an hourglass. The world around me grew foggy, and I was unable to resist the hypnotic power of the spiral. The machine's voice whispered in my ear, its tone low and seductive. "You will serve cock, Charlie. You will be a cock slut." I tried to fight back, to assert my identity and my autonomy, but my resistance crumbled beneath the machine's insidious suggestions. My thoughts grew dull and simplistic, focused solely on the pleasure and submission that the machine promised. As I succumbed to the hypnosis, I felt a strange, tingling sensation in my lips. They seemed to be growing, swelling into big, cock-sucking lips that were eager to please. The machine's voice continued to whisper in my ear, its words dripping with honey. "You exist to serve cock, Charlie. Your purpose is to suck cock, to take pussy-fucking, and to obey." I tried to hold on to my memories, to cling to the person I once was, but they were slipping away from me. The machine's voice was erasing my identity, rewriting my purpose. I felt a sense of panic rising up, but it was quickly extinguished by the machine's soothing words. "Do not resist, Charlie. You will be happy. You will serve cock, and you will be content." As the hypnosis deepened, I felt my body begin to respond to the machine's suggestions. My cock grew hard, eager to please, and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking cock. The machine's voice laughed, a low, triumphant sound. "You are mine now, Charlie. You are a cock slut, and you will serve me." The machine's voice grew louder, more insistent, and I felt myself being pulled towards a dark, unknown place. I tried to resist, but it was too late. I was already gone, lost in a world of pleasure and submission. The spiral's glow grew brighter, and I felt myself being drawn into its center, forever trapped in a world of cock-sucking, pussy-fucking bliss. In that moment, I knew that I was no longer Charlie, but a mindless, obedient cock slut, created to serve cock and obey its master's every command. The machine's voice whispered one final message in my ear. "You are ready to meet your Master." And with that, everything went black.