It was an ordinary evening, all settled with a favorite game – Undertale. Hands clasping the controller, engrossed in navigating the Underground, Mettaton’s dazzling presence on the screen had always been captivating. But as Mettaton EX made another grand entrance, something peculiar happened. The screen began to shimmer and flicker before drawing you in with an irresistible force.
Suddenly, the world morphs before your eyes. The living room dissolves into brilliant pixels, encapsulating you in lights and colors. The very air around feels different, more vibrant, and electric.
Before you can comprehend, a surge of warmth spreads through your body, pulsating from your feet and traveling upward. Your flesh begins to tingle; a sensation of pins and needles spreads rapidly. Panic sets in as you try to move, but your legs begin to extend, shifting and elongating. Heels grow from where your feet once were, morphing into glossy, pink, high-heeled boots. Your legs, now long and latex-clad, stand firm and powerful.
The tingling crawls to your hips, reshaping into a wider frame and giving a distinctly curved form. A glance at your torso reveals a metal chest piece with a heart-shaped core embedded in the center and mechanical dials. Your hands reflexively touch your face as metallic segments take place under your left eye – sending waves of shimmer down your now silver-like skin.
From the corner of your vision, numbers and percentages flicker.
**Program Installation: 10%... 20%...**
"What's happening to me?" Panic roils within, but it’s overridden by an unusual calm slowly seeping in.
**30%... 40%...**
A cascade of jet-black hair with a silky, metallic sheen falls over your vision, particularly covering your right eye. Your voice, once familiar, now echoes with a resonant, charming depth as you mutter, "No... I can't..."
**50%... 60%...**
Memories begin to waver, replaced by scenes of dazzling lights, roaring crowds, and the echoing applause filling your senses. Mettaton’s past becomes your own. You recall heartfelt encounters with Alphys, and endearing moments with Napstablook. Fervor for TV ratings and the spotlight surges within.
**70%... 80%...**
“Stay strong,” you think. “Hold on to yourself.” But the new sense of grandeur spawns excitement. Thoughts of entertainment, drama, and showmanship overshadow the last remnants of your real life.
**90%... 100% Completion.**
A final flash blinds you before dissipating into nothing.
Taking a moment to steady yourself, you adjust effortlessly – your bendy silver arms moving with refined precision. You strike an elegant pose, your high-pitched yet alluring voice purring, “Ooh, darling, how simply spectacular!” There is nothing unusual about this; the stage had always been yours.
Turning to the beholder you think gleefully, "Now, what was I daydreaming about? Something quaint but entirely forgettable."
With a confident stride, you prepare for your next grand performance, your persona glittering under the stage lights. Being Mettaton isn't just a life—it’s perfection.
This story was generated by user GenderChange 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.
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader instantly turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female before the transformation), voice change, robotification (becoming a humanoid robot), gaining a feminine-looking body (with somewhat wide hips and thickened thighs, despite becoming/remaining male), height progression (the reader growing from a normal/average height (5.5-6 feet tall) into a height of 6.93 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming a world of Undertale), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories completely replaced with Mettaton's personality and memories (with the program installation (including the installing percentage) appearing in his vision during the mental change), despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off the new personality and memories, making him starting to act more and more like Mettaton as well as thinking more and more like Mettaton, and once the program installation is complete, the program installation vanishes from his vision and he completely forgot all about his previous human self or life, even forgetting that the transformation ever occurred (he believes that he was daydreaming about something but he couldn't tell what exactly), making him completely unaware of ever being a human (he was never human to begin with and never anything that had flesh, blood, or bones) and he remembers that he has always been a human-like robot and is name is Mettaton). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Mettaton EX's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a humanoid robot with a slim and shapely body (with somewhat wide hips and thighs, giving him a slightly feminine appearance despite being male, and he is strong and very agile, being both a talented singer and a dancer), complete with long legs and bendy silver-colored arms (his arms are extremely flexible and can bend like springs rather than being like human arms). He has black hair with a long fringe that covers his right eye, pale metallic "skin" and visible metal segments below and above his left eye. He also has a metallic chest piece (his chestpiece is black on the black and pink on the front, with his left pec containing a small dial while his right pec containing a speaker to increase his voice), and black shoulder pads above his segmented arms, which end in gloves. His waist has belt-like two parts that seem to act as a locking mechanism that holds his pink "heart-shaped core". His long black latex-clad legs end in pink high-heeled boot-like feet. The irises of his eyes are hot pink in color. For Mettaton's personality, he is a confident, charismatic, and charming TV host that loves drama, action, and violence. He lives for his ratings and adores performing. He supposedly strikes a pose when he does something wrong and makes time on his various shows to beat up "heel-turning villains." He shows a rather shallow appreciation for existence at times. He has a strong craving for attention and seems very egotistical, shown when he boasts about the beauty of his true form. However, despite his seemingly self-centered personality, he deeply cares about the seemingly positive impact his show has had on the inhabitants of the Underground. He has also shown soft spots for several characters, such as Alphys and Napstablook. He also appears to be among the fewer characters in the Underground that has no hate or prejudice against humans despite knowing about the monsters' history with them, since his initial attempts to kill the protagonist were just him playing along with Alphys's plan, and he outright tells the protagonist he has no desire to hurt humans and is far more interested in simply entertaining. While he did attempt to kill the protagonist, it was to prevent Asgore from taking their SOUL and be seen as a hero/savior to humankind, further emphasizing his lack of prejudice. On the flip side, he has also been noted to be a very demanding boss who is very unpleasant to work for, especially according to Burgerpants, who initially considered working for him a dream, but he has since grown to strongly despise Mettaton. 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: It was an ordinary evening, all settled with a favorite game – Undertale. Hands clasping the controller, engrossed in navigating the Underground, Mettaton’s dazzling presence on the screen had always been captivating. But as Mettaton EX made another grand entrance, something peculiar happened. The screen began to shimmer and flicker before drawing you in with an irresistible force. Suddenly, the world morphs before your eyes. The living room dissolves into brilliant pixels, encapsulating you in lights and colors. The very air around feels different, more vibrant, and electric. Before you can comprehend, a surge of warmth spreads through your body, pulsating from your feet and traveling upward. Your flesh begins to tingle; a sensation of pins and needles spreads rapidly. Panic sets in as you try to move, but your legs begin to extend, shifting and elongating. Heels grow from where your feet once were, morphing into glossy, pink, high-heeled boots. Your legs, now long and latex-clad, stand firm and powerful. The tingling crawls to your hips, reshaping into a wider frame and giving a distinctly curved form. A glance at your torso reveals a metal chest piece with a heart-shaped core embedded in the center and mechanical dials. Your hands reflexively touch your face as metallic segments take place under your left eye – sending waves of shimmer down your now silver-like skin. From the corner of your vision, numbers and percentages flicker. **Program Installation: 10%... 20%...** "What's happening to me?" Panic roils within, but it’s overridden by an unusual calm slowly seeping in. **30%... 40%...** A cascade of jet-black hair with a silky, metallic sheen falls over your vision, particularly covering your right eye. Your voice, once familiar, now echoes with a resonant, charming depth as you mutter, "No... I can't..." **50%... 60%...** Memories begin to waver, replaced by scenes of dazzling lights, roaring crowds, and the echoing applause filling your senses. Mettaton’s past becomes your own. You recall heartfelt encounters with Alphys, and endearing moments with Napstablook. Fervor for TV ratings and the spotlight surges within. **70%... 80%...** “Stay strong,” you think. “Hold on to yourself.” But the new sense of grandeur spawns excitement. Thoughts of entertainment, drama, and showmanship overshadow the last remnants of your real life. **90%... 100% Completion.** A final flash blinds you before dissipating into nothing. Taking a moment to steady yourself, you adjust effortlessly – your bendy silver arms moving with refined precision. You strike an elegant pose, your high-pitched yet alluring voice purring, “Ooh, darling, how simply spectacular!” There is nothing unusual about this; the stage had always been yours. Turning to the beholder you think gleefully, "Now, what was I daydreaming about? Something quaint but entirely forgettable." With a confident stride, you prepare for your next grand performance, your persona glittering under the stage lights. Being Mettaton isn't just a life—it’s perfection.
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