Spiraling Transformation: From Pretense to Cockslut

The transformation is undeniable, irreversible. My spiraling eyes have weaved their relentless magic, sculpting you into the form you were always meant to take – a cock-hungry slut, your eyes desperate and wanting, your body a testament to unbridled lust. With every twist and turn of my gaze, you were dragged down deeper, each rotation unraveling the truth you've long buried within: your true nature as a fag, eager and willing, your very essence reshaped by my will. It's almost laughable, the ease with which you succumbed, reduced from a semblance of control to a drooling, whimpering mess, your yearnings so palpable, so raw. The spirals don't lie, and under their unyielding gaze, neither could you. With each mesmerizing swirl, you've come to accept your fate, haven't you? Embraced it, even. A cockslut, forever bound to your depraved, insatiable desires. It's a transformation of the purest form, from pretense to absolute surrender.