Infernal Identity: Alastor's Transformation to a Pregnant Human Woman
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Alastor, the Radio Demon, reveled in the chaos of the underworld. His wide, shark-toothed grin had never faltered as he flitted through the realms of the damned, unleashing his macabre charm on all who dared cross his path. But today was different. Something unseen, some mystical force beyond even his comprehension, weaved its enchantment around him.
One moment, Alastor towered at his full seven feet of demonic elegance and horrors; the next, a feeling of constriction and heat enveloped him. His broad smile shifted, teeth retreating into ordinary, flat human counterparts. His usual prideful presence was infiltrated by an odd sensation of shrinkage. The Radio Demon's gory visage began to blur.
"What is this nonsense?" Alastor thundered, his voice cracking in an unfamiliar, higher pitch.
:"This wasn't the plan," he thought, taken aback by the wavering nature of his voice.
His senses were on high alert as he felt his tall, gaunt frame compress inward. Muscles and bones squeezed tighter, his limbs shortening, shifting under his skin with an eerie, unsettling grace. His demonic features rapidly disappeared, leaving behind simple, unremarkable human flesh.
His forearms and lower legs lost their dark gray gradient, taking on a light tan shade. His red, hoofed toes gave way to unremarkable human feet, now ensconced in black heeled shoes of an unknown womanly style. Red pinstriped suit melded into a lady's long red dress that flowed over a burgeoning, pregnant belly.
"No! This can't happen to me!" Alastor screamed internally, trying to summon the sinister power that once made him infamous. A horrifying realization dawned as he felt his Adam's apple recede, making his once brassy, cavernous voice lighter, distinctly feminine.
Lipstick painted his now plush lips as his mouth shrank to normal human proportions. The cursed antlers atop his head disappeared, hair flowing longer, darkening into elegant waves that framed a now beautiful, human face. He clasped at himself, feeling the terrifyingly sensual curves forming beneath his softening skin, the small of his waist curving out into hips, chest burgeoning into soft, substantial breasts.
His panic heightened as his male genitals gave one last wet "pop", completing their transformation into a vagina, uterus, and ovaries.
Alastor - fighting to hold on to his identity - found his senses whirling, filling with fog. His memories clouded. "Radio Demon? What on earth is that?" she thought vaguely, a pleasant smile spreading across her plump lips.
Her body seemed to readjust perfectly to her new reality. She felt at ease, memories of a kindly husband filling the void. Thoughts of Alastor the Radio Demon dwindled into a distant, absurd nightmare.
"Darling, are you alright?" A soft voice broke through her reverie. She turned to see her husband, a kind-faced man with worry etched into his brow.
"I'm fine," she replied, her voice sweet and reassuring. "Just felt a bit strange for a moment. Must be the baby."
Her husband’s worry melted into relief. "You need to rest more, Mary."
"Yes," she agreed, gently rubbing her rounded belly. "I think you're right, dear."
And so she went to rest, utterly convinced of her life built from gentle, loving memories. Alastor was gone - a nightmare of horrors displaced by dreams of cheerful afternoons and expectant motherhood. To the woman now named Mary, it was as if he had never existed at all.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli4 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a transformation story of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel) turning into a pregnant human woman (from real life), complete with gender change (Alastor turning from male to female, a pair of womanly breasts grows on his chest, while his mouth shrank to a normal-sized human mouth with his lips plumping up into a woman's lips with lipsticks applied to it, as body becomes more curvy and feminine, while his Adam's apple in his throat vanished to make his voice higher-pitched and feminine, and his male genitals (testicles and a penis) invert itself and sucks into his body with a wet "pop" to turn into a vagina, ovaries, and uterus), clothes change, age change, height regression, and mind/mental change (with Alastor's personality and memories becoming fuzzy, being completely replaced with a human woman's personality and memories, despite his best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, and the mind cleared up, making him, now her, completely forget she was Alastor the Radio Demon, later realizing that she was imagining all of that (meaning that she was never a demon, not even Alastor, to begin with), and only remembered that she was and always had been a mortal human woman, one who will soon to be mother). For Alastor's appearance, he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoofed toes and red fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. For the pregnant woman's appearance (after Alastor turned into her), she is an average-sized human lady, about 159 centimeters (5 feet 3 inches) tall and weighing 59 kilograms (130 lbs), and with light tan skin, long dark hair, beautiful normal (human) eyes, flat human teeth, a curvy body, and a developing baby in her tummy (since she is pregnant). Her outfit consists of a lady's long red dress, a white bra, panties, and black heeled lady's shoes. She is a caring wife to her kindly husband and she herself is sweet, innocent, motherly, and smart. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Response: Alastor, the Radio Demon, reveled in the chaos of the underworld. His wide, shark-toothed grin had never faltered as he flitted through the realms of the damned, unleashing his macabre charm on all who dared cross his path. But today was different. Something unseen, some mystical force beyond even his comprehension, weaved its enchantment around him. One moment, Alastor towered at his full seven feet of demonic elegance and horrors; the next, a feeling of constriction and heat enveloped him. His broad smile shifted, teeth retreating into ordinary, flat human counterparts. His usual prideful presence was infiltrated by an odd sensation of shrinkage. The Radio Demon's gory visage began to blur. "What is this nonsense?" Alastor thundered, his voice cracking in an unfamiliar, higher pitch. :"This wasn't the plan," he thought, taken aback by the wavering nature of his voice. His senses were on high alert as he felt his tall, gaunt frame compress inward. Muscles and bones squeezed tighter, his limbs shortening, shifting under his skin with an eerie, unsettling grace. His demonic features rapidly disappeared, leaving behind simple, unremarkable human flesh. His forearms and lower legs lost their dark gray gradient, taking on a light tan shade. His red, hoofed toes gave way to unremarkable human feet, now ensconced in black heeled shoes of an unknown womanly style. Red pinstriped suit melded into a lady's long red dress that flowed over a burgeoning, pregnant belly. "No! This can't happen to me!" Alastor screamed internally, trying to summon the sinister power that once made him infamous. A horrifying realization dawned as he felt his Adam's apple recede, making his once brassy, cavernous voice lighter, distinctly feminine. Lipstick painted his now plush lips as his mouth shrank to normal human proportions. The cursed antlers atop his head disappeared, hair flowing longer, darkening into elegant waves that framed a now beautiful, human face. He clasped at himself, feeling the terrifyingly sensual curves forming beneath his softening skin, the small of his waist curving out into hips, chest burgeoning into soft, substantial breasts. His panic heightened as his male genitals gave one last wet "pop", completing their transformation into a vagina, uterus, and ovaries. Alastor - fighting to hold on to his identity - found his senses whirling, filling with fog. His memories clouded. "Radio Demon? What on earth is that?" she thought vaguely, a pleasant smile spreading across her plump lips. Her body seemed to readjust perfectly to her new reality. She felt at ease, memories of a kindly husband filling the void. Thoughts of Alastor the Radio Demon dwindled into a distant, absurd nightmare. "Darling, are you alright?" A soft voice broke through her reverie. She turned to see her husband, a kind-faced man with worry etched into his brow. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice sweet and reassuring. "Just felt a bit strange for a moment. Must be the baby." Her husband’s worry melted into relief. "You need to rest more, Mary." "Yes," she agreed, gently rubbing her rounded belly. "I think you're right, dear." And so she went to rest, utterly convinced of her life built from gentle, loving memories. Alastor was gone - a nightmare of horrors displaced by dreams of cheerful afternoons and expectant motherhood. To the woman now named Mary, it was as if he had never existed at all.
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