"Summoning: Embracing Mii Brawler's Ascension"
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You sit in your gaming chair, fingers eagerly tapping away at the controller. Super Smash Bros. Ultimate was always an escape, a retreat from the monotony of everyday life. You choose your character like always, quickly navigating to the list of Mii Fighters. Among the brawling heroes, Mii Brawler always stood out to you. There was something strangely appealing about that default outfit, the simplistic power radiating from it.
The room seems to darken slightly, reality blurring at the edges. At first, it feels like a trick of the eyes, but the sensation grows stronger. A chill runs down your spine, and your pulse quickens. You blink rapidly, trying to clear the strange haze. Suddenly, an electric jolt runs through your body, forcing a gasp from your lips.
You fiendishly look around, seeing that the room around you seems to distort and twist. Before you can call out, the transformation begins.
**For Males:**
Muscles tighten and bulge slightly under your skin. Your long black hair sweeps down, its texture unfamiliar. You open your mouth to cry out, but only a low grunt escapes your throat. You bring a hand to your face as you feel it morph into a more stern expression. Your lips, once able to utter endless words, now only permit simple sounds—grunts, yells, screams.
**For Females:**
Your curves rapidly diminish. Breasts compress into nothingness, vanishing as though they never existed. A discomforting sensation in your lower abdomen follows as internal organs seem to invert, reforming outwardly until male genitals take shape. Your muscles bulge slightly, but enough to hold the new power you feel surging within. Your long black hair falls in a cascade, transforming your identity even further. Facial features sharpen, adopting a sterner expression.
The surroundings finalize their shift—you find yourself in a fighting arena, vast stadium stands replaced by features of iconic battlefields from Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. The air buzzes with latent energy. Your clothes morph into the red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit, forearms and shins padded for combat. A weight settles around your waist: the trademark brown belt with "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle.
"What's happening?" you attempt to ask, but the sounds emerge only as guttural growls.
"Get ready, Brawler!" echoes a voice you faintly recognize—Mii Swordfighter.
So much is changing, memories fading like sand through fingers. You struggle to recall your reality, but the rush of new memories swamps your mind.
"Focus, Brawler! Our next match is starting!" Mii Gunner shouts through a haze.
"Remember, you're a Mii Fighter. Never lose sight of that," Mii Swordfighter's voice anchors you amidst the turmoil.
Memories of battles, friendships, and adventures filter through. Try as you might, clutching at the fleeting remnants of your past life yields nothing. The more you resist, the stronger the onslaught of this new identity.
You grit your teeth, but the persistent flood wins over, eventually convincing you that you were simply daydreaming—nothing more. Brawler had never been anything but a fighter here.
As your new self solidifies, you look around. You spot Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, sense a camaraderie that feels ancient in its roots.
"Apart from us, you were lost in thought again, Brawler," Mii Swordfighter teases, but there's understanding in their gaze.
Nodding firmly, you ground yourself, accepting your reality.
"Remember always," Mii Gunner grins, "We are Mii Fighters, first and foremost!"
The arena now feels almost comforting, a familiar battleground. It's time to embrace who you now know you have always been: a steadfast Mii Brawler. And as the smash ball materializes on the field, you're ready—not just to fight, but to defend your place in this world.
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 a 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 sit in your gaming chair, fingers eagerly tapping away at the controller. Super Smash Bros. Ultimate was always an escape, a retreat from the monotony of everyday life. You choose your character like always, quickly navigating to the list of Mii Fighters. Among the brawling heroes, Mii Brawler always stood out to you. There was something strangely appealing about that default outfit, the simplistic power radiating from it. The room seems to darken slightly, reality blurring at the edges. At first, it feels like a trick of the eyes, but the sensation grows stronger. A chill runs down your spine, and your pulse quickens. You blink rapidly, trying to clear the strange haze. Suddenly, an electric jolt runs through your body, forcing a gasp from your lips. You fiendishly look around, seeing that the room around you seems to distort and twist. Before you can call out, the transformation begins. **For Males:** Muscles tighten and bulge slightly under your skin. Your long black hair sweeps down, its texture unfamiliar. You open your mouth to cry out, but only a low grunt escapes your throat. You bring a hand to your face as you feel it morph into a more stern expression. Your lips, once able to utter endless words, now only permit simple sounds—grunts, yells, screams. **For Females:** Your curves rapidly diminish. Breasts compress into nothingness, vanishing as though they never existed. A discomforting sensation in your lower abdomen follows as internal organs seem to invert, reforming outwardly until male genitals take shape. Your muscles bulge slightly, but enough to hold the new power you feel surging within. Your long black hair falls in a cascade, transforming your identity even further. Facial features sharpen, adopting a sterner expression. The surroundings finalize their shift—you find yourself in a fighting arena, vast stadium stands replaced by features of iconic battlefields from Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. The air buzzes with latent energy. Your clothes morph into the red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit, forearms and shins padded for combat. A weight settles around your waist: the trademark brown belt with "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle. "What's happening?" you attempt to ask, but the sounds emerge only as guttural growls. "Get ready, Brawler!" echoes a voice you faintly recognize—Mii Swordfighter. So much is changing, memories fading like sand through fingers. You struggle to recall your reality, but the rush of new memories swamps your mind. "Focus, Brawler! Our next match is starting!" Mii Gunner shouts through a haze. "Remember, you're a Mii Fighter. Never lose sight of that," Mii Swordfighter's voice anchors you amidst the turmoil. Memories of battles, friendships, and adventures filter through. Try as you might, clutching at the fleeting remnants of your past life yields nothing. The more you resist, the stronger the onslaught of this new identity. You grit your teeth, but the persistent flood wins over, eventually convincing you that you were simply daydreaming—nothing more. Brawler had never been anything but a fighter here. As your new self solidifies, you look around. You spot Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, sense a camaraderie that feels ancient in its roots. "Apart from us, you were lost in thought again, Brawler," Mii Swordfighter teases, but there's understanding in their gaze. Nodding firmly, you ground yourself, accepting your reality. "Remember always," Mii Gunner grins, "We are Mii Fighters, first and foremost!" The arena now feels almost comforting, a familiar battleground. It's time to embrace who you now know you have always been: a steadfast Mii Brawler. And as the smash ball materializes on the field, you're ready—not just to fight, but to defend your place in this world.
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