Pixels of Destiny: Mii Brawler Transformation
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You are sitting in your room, lost in the glow of your TV screen, engrossed in a fierce battle in Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Each punch, kick, and special move feels real, as if you were there in the game yourself. You can feel the tension in your muscles, the rhythm of the fight. Suddenly, something feels off. The aura around you shifts, the world blurs, and time seems to distort. You feel a strange tingling sensation spreading across your entire body.
*What is happening?* The question echoes in your mind as you glance down at your hands. They're blurring, transforming. Your skin turns a peculiar digital hue, and before your eyes, your fingers shorten and widen to match the simplistic design of the Miis. Your whole form begins to pixelate and morph into something new—something not quite human.
If you are female, the changes ripple deeper within you, altering your very essence. Your breasts, initially a soft and feminine curve, start to flatten. Your once delicate curves become straighter and more angular. You clutch your stomach as you feel an intense, albeit not painful, internal shift. The change is rapid and merciless, your female genitals inverting, reshaping, and then emerging—a new presence entirely: testicles and a penis. The transformation leaves you reeling, though pain does not accompany it; just an overwhelming sensation of upheaval.
You feel yourself grow slightly taller. Your hair darkens, turning into a slick, black mane hanging just above your shoulders. You touch your face, feeling it stiffen into a more masculine and stern expression. Your voice tries to let out a gasp, but only a grunt emerges—a sharp, guttural noise—befitting the new reality you now inhabit. Understanding slips into your mind as easily as air fills your lungs, words and speech fleeing from your capabilities.
Before your eyes, your casual clothing dissolves and rematerializes. Your new attire is composed of a red-and-black-colored outfit, with additional padding on your forearms and shins. A brown belt with a golden buckle snaps into place around your waist, the word "Mii" emblazoned proudly on it in shimmering letters.
*I'm... changing,* your mind stammers, still dodging the inevitability that you feel encroaching upon your very thoughts.
The walls of your room seem to bend and twist, warping into the lively, energetic arena of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate world. You glance around, disoriented. Other fighters prepare for battle, and you recognize them, yet they seem more real, vivid, and immediate.
*This can't be happening!*
Your thoughts protest, but they are weak and dwindling. New memories and instincts flood your mind, pushing the old ones into the recesses and shadows. You remember battling alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, your comrades in arms. Memories of a hundred battles, of training, of victory and loss, germinate within you, spreading quick like wildfire.
*"Hey, Brawler, ready for the next match?"* Mii Swordfighter grins, nudging your shoulder. The camaraderie feels warm and understood, even though rationality tells you it shouldn't.
*"Yeah, let's show 'em what we've got."* The words would have come naturally once, but now it's only a nod and a determined stance that emerge.
Your human life, school or work, friends and family—fades like a dimming photograph. You cling to the image, the edges fraying as the world of Smash overtakes you.
*"You were daydreaming again, weren't you?"* Mii Gunner teases, her voice imbued with familiarity and affection.
*"Maybe,"* is all you can manage—a gruff noise that implies agreement.
Everything feels right, the balance restored. You're who you were always meant to be. Your memories of being human flicker out, consumed by the powerful certainty that you've always been here. Always been Mii Brawler. The arena lights up, and with a determined set of your jaw, you know: it’s time to fight.
This story was generated by user WhyMeei 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 POV transformation story of the human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (a video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence, her feminine curves disappearing to make her body more masculine, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts and is then pushed out of her crotch to turn into testicles and a penis; but this is optional and only necessary if the reader is a female, and the gender does not change if the reader is male before the transformation into Mii Brawler), body change (long black hair, a more stern masculine expression, voice change (making the reader unable to speak/talk but can still grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like the other Mii Fighters, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), slight muscle growth, and slight height change to 5.3 feet (160 centimeters) tall), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming a standard red-and-black-colored Mii Brawler outfit with extra padding on the forearms and shins, and a trademark brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with Mii Brawler's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting the new personality and memories off, making him forget all about his previous self and remember that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, thus he knew that he was always Mii Brawler). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You are sitting in your room, lost in the glow of your TV screen, engrossed in a fierce battle in Super Smash Bros Ultimate. Each punch, kick, and special move feels real, as if you were there in the game yourself. You can feel the tension in your muscles, the rhythm of the fight. Suddenly, something feels off. The aura around you shifts, the world blurs, and time seems to distort. You feel a strange tingling sensation spreading across your entire body. *What is happening?* The question echoes in your mind as you glance down at your hands. They're blurring, transforming. Your skin turns a peculiar digital hue, and before your eyes, your fingers shorten and widen to match the simplistic design of the Miis. Your whole form begins to pixelate and morph into something new—something not quite human. If you are female, the changes ripple deeper within you, altering your very essence. Your breasts, initially a soft and feminine curve, start to flatten. Your once delicate curves become straighter and more angular. You clutch your stomach as you feel an intense, albeit not painful, internal shift. The change is rapid and merciless, your female genitals inverting, reshaping, and then emerging—a new presence entirely: testicles and a penis. The transformation leaves you reeling, though pain does not accompany it; just an overwhelming sensation of upheaval. You feel yourself grow slightly taller. Your hair darkens, turning into a slick, black mane hanging just above your shoulders. You touch your face, feeling it stiffen into a more masculine and stern expression. Your voice tries to let out a gasp, but only a grunt emerges—a sharp, guttural noise—befitting the new reality you now inhabit. Understanding slips into your mind as easily as air fills your lungs, words and speech fleeing from your capabilities. Before your eyes, your casual clothing dissolves and rematerializes. Your new attire is composed of a red-and-black-colored outfit, with additional padding on your forearms and shins. A brown belt with a golden buckle snaps into place around your waist, the word "Mii" emblazoned proudly on it in shimmering letters. *I'm... changing,* your mind stammers, still dodging the inevitability that you feel encroaching upon your very thoughts. The walls of your room seem to bend and twist, warping into the lively, energetic arena of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate world. You glance around, disoriented. Other fighters prepare for battle, and you recognize them, yet they seem more real, vivid, and immediate. *This can't be happening!* Your thoughts protest, but they are weak and dwindling. New memories and instincts flood your mind, pushing the old ones into the recesses and shadows. You remember battling alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, your comrades in arms. Memories of a hundred battles, of training, of victory and loss, germinate within you, spreading quick like wildfire. *"Hey, Brawler, ready for the next match?"* Mii Swordfighter grins, nudging your shoulder. The camaraderie feels warm and understood, even though rationality tells you it shouldn't. *"Yeah, let's show 'em what we've got."* The words would have come naturally once, but now it's only a nod and a determined stance that emerge. Your human life, school or work, friends and family—fades like a dimming photograph. You cling to the image, the edges fraying as the world of Smash overtakes you. *"You were daydreaming again, weren't you?"* Mii Gunner teases, her voice imbued with familiarity and affection. *"Maybe,"* is all you can manage—a gruff noise that implies agreement. Everything feels right, the balance restored. You're who you were always meant to be. Your memories of being human flicker out, consumed by the powerful certainty that you've always been here. Always been Mii Brawler. The arena lights up, and with a determined set of your jaw, you know: it’s time to fight.
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