You walk down the familiar streets of your neighborhood, each step a rhythmic beat of your own mundane existence. The sky is a canvas of fading blues, the last vestiges of daylight slipping beneath the horizon. It's a typical evening, and you’re engrossed in your own thoughts when a jarring sound interrupts your peace.
Above you, a window opens with a creak, and before you can react, a flat-screen TV plummets from above. The impact is sudden, almost surreal, as it smashes onto your head, encasing it completely. Panic surges through you. You claw at the television, desperate to remove it, but it defies your efforts. The edges dig into your skin, refusing to budge.
"What the hell? Why can't I get this off?" you mutter, a rising anxiety coloring your voice.
Without warning, the screen flickers to life, a black-and-white swirl appearing, spinning rapidly. Your grip on reality wavers. The dizziness intensifies, a disorienting fog enveloping your mind. You're losing yourself—your personality, your memories, fading away like an old, forgotten photograph.
Your body begins to change. Slimming down to an unnaturally lean figure, you feel a strange disconnection. Your height surges, making your surroundings shrink. As the transformation continues, you age perceptibly, years adding onto your life in seconds until you're settled into the 30s or 40s range. Your clothing morphs into something out of a vintage noir, a navy-blue tuxedo with coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, and a red-and-black-striped waistcoat appearing as if conjured by magic.
"Wh-what is happening to me?" The voice that escapes is unfamiliar, less an innocent plea and more a mechanical growl.
If you were female, an inevitable reality unfolds—your breasts flatten, your hips lose their curves, and your genitals transform with a discomfort that's simultaneously alien and redemptive, aligning your physical self with the masculine form taking over. Your voice deepens, shifting into a confident, modulated cadence.
As your last human memories vanish into oblivion, replaced by those belonging to another, the black-and-white swirl on the screen shuts off, leaving you in a temporary void.
You stand there, still, lifeless, as the TV screen dims to black. Your mind is an empty slate being rewritten. After a duration that feels both instantaneous and eternal, the screen comes back to life. The words "Initializing Voxtek device" flash, soon replaced by "Loading data from your device... trust us," followed by a loading bar. Eventually, a welcoming "Enjoy the VoxTek technology" appears, and the transformation concludes.
As your consciousness returns, a new identity solidifies. Vox. That’s your name. The mortal realm lies before you once again. You chuckle—a low, sinister sound that echoes down the silent street.
"Back on Earth... Hah! Fucking finally."
Reality, as you understand it, has irrevocably changed. You glance around, the surroundings both familiar and bizarre. The memories of having ever been human are gone, erased like static from a corrupted signal. You know you died in the 1950s, and this bizarre, dreamlike notion of a recent human life was nothing but a figment of some concocted nightmare.
Excitement courses through you as you contemplate the potential of this realm. The delicious irony of corruption, control, and the boundless ambition to manipulate flashes through your mind.
"Time to bring the technological revolution to these poor, oblivious mortals," you murmur. "VoxTek is about to make its grand entrance."
With every step, you feel the power of your new abilities—electrokinesis, hypno-powers, and technological control. The streetlights flicker as you pass, mere optical affirmations of the power you now wield. As Vox, you embrace the darkness, the malevolence, and head out into the night to reclaim your dominion over a new realm, just as you had done in Hell. This world is ripe for the taking, and you? You are its new Overlord.
This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-0 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader instantly turning into Vox (a character, voiced by Christian Borle, from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with art style shift (the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female, the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female), instant clothes change, age progression (aging until the reader is biologically somewhere around the 30s or 40s years old, exactly as left off from Vox's death from his human life in 1933, thus becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from an average 5.7-6 foot height to 7 feet tall), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Vox's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his new personality and memories, making the reader feel dizzy as he completely forgets he was a normal human person just a minute or so ago (fully forgetting his mortal human name he had just seconds ago), even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, so he knows that everything about his supposed normal (mortal) human self and life just seconds ago (born from the 1990s-2000s) was not real and was only a dream (it was impossible for him to have been human moments ago since his human self was born in the 1910s or 1920s and had died in the 1950s), and he remembers that he was a mortal man who died somewhere in the 1950s and always had been a sinner demon since the 1950s, always being one of the many overlords of Hell since then, and his name always having been Vox). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Vox's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall and (unnaturally) slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head (he lacks a human head and instead has a flat-screen television which acts as a head), with the monitor projecting eyes with red sclera, small cyan pupils and different-colored outlines - black for his right and cyan for his left. While using his hypnosis powers or simply becomes enraged, his left eye gains a black spiral and the pupil becomes a cyan electric symbol. The screen also shows a mouth full of sharp, cyan-colored teeth and a long pointed tongue similar to Valentino's, but cyan. Sometimes what looks like blood seems to drip out of his mouth. He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. He also appears to have dark navy-blue skin with sharp, cyan claw-like fingers. Vox wears a navy-blue tuxedo with the jacket sporting coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, thin cyan stripes and cyan lining, worn over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat which itself is worn over a collared bluish-white shirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol and a rather large, red bowtie. He also wears heeled dark gray dress shoes with cyan-colored laces, toes, and tips on the heels. He also wears a small black top hat on his head, with red and blue designs reminiscent of a broadcast symbol and radio wave symbol, respectively. He has TV antenna that stick out the top of the hat, the left one bent into a zigzag. Here are Vox's abilities and skillsets: Immortality (As a Sinner, Vox is biologically immortal, being unable to die from illnesses and unable to age, remaining the same age as when he died, thus can not die of old age and other natural causes. He also cannot die from any kind of damage to the body, and will recover from any injury, however, he can only be permanently killed with angelic weaponry), Electrokinesis (Vox possesses the ability to generate and control electricity. Depending on his emotions, such as if he's angered, he can potentially make it so that a Hell-wide blackout happens. He caused a blackout to Pentagram City in "Radio Killed the Video Star" when he was overwhelmed by Alastor's taunts), Electrokinetic transformation (Vox can turn into electricity, which he can use to move around or enter and travel through electronic devices such as security cameras, watches and television monitors that he can control as he pleases. Though there are a few flaws to his electrical teleportation: the place Vox wants to go has to have some form of modern technology he could go through, as he apparently can't teleport through an old-style radio), Technokinesis (Vox can control devices whether he is outside or inside them. He can do things while inside devices such as changing his outfit and scenery), Spark generation (He can create electrical sparks from his fingertips, which can be used to ignite something, like Valentino's cigarette in "Radio Killed the Video Star". He can even generate sparks on his body, especially when he is angry. He also causes what looks like a small surge or ripple of electricity to appear through the floor from his feet during Stayed Gone. It is hard to tell if this is part of the spark generation or a separate ability entirely), Technological head (Vox's television head doubles as an electronic device with which he can plug himself into other devices with the help of cables in his surveillance room. He also somehow is able to change or upgrade his head, as shown, he has a photograph of himself with an older-style television head. If he's particularly angry, he and any devices he's linked to will involuntarily glitch), Bioluminescence (Vox generates blue light from his screen, most notably when he is in a dark room. His teeth noticeably shine brighter than the rest of his face, and his left eye outline and pupils can shine on their own when feeling sinister. His claws can also glow when he is using his electrical powers), Communication (He can receive calls from people, such as Velvette, with his screen head similar to calling on a phone. He can also transfer the call to another device by "grabbing" the call and flicking it to a different screen device), Video playing (Vox can play videos on his screen-face), Scrying (As shown in "The Radio Demon" comic, Vox is seemingly able to see through other screens, appearing to stare directly at Alastor while projecting into the TV display of a window-fronted store. This is shown in "Radio Killed the Video Star" to be done after he plugs his head into a monitoring device, which he may need to be able to scry), Hypnosis (In "Radio Killed the Video Star", it is shown that with his left eye, he uses hypnosis to keep his audience drawn into his program and keep their interest. He also uses this as a distraction so he can slip away to avoid any further discussion of a subject he doesn't wish to continue. The victim's eyes become red with black spirals. The victim has to be paying attention for this to work. He can use this even when he isn't physically present by being in a screen device. The devices his company sells share this ability), Self-duplication (Vox was shown to be able to make clones of himself in "Radio Killed the Video Star" during Stayed Gone. However, he has only displayed the ability on television, and it is unknown if he can do it physically), Acoustokinesis (He can manipulate the sound of his voice to sound more intimidating. He can also generate different sound effects such as echoing voices and the sound of a winning game machine), Strength (Vox is strong enough that he is easily able to tear through metal, and capable of holding demons bigger than himself, such as Valentino, with ease), Deal-making (While not shown on-screen, Vox can make deals with others in order to collect their souls just like other Overlords. Musical talent - Vox has shown to be a talented singer), Dancing (Vox can perform amazing dance routines, like handling complicated moves to even being able to hold Valentino, a taller Sinner, into a dip), Charisma and manipulation (The reason why Vox is a successful entrepreneur is that he can use his charm to manipulate others into buying his products even without his hypnosis powers, such as acting as he cares about his customers and making up products on the spot that are not even in production yet. He even uses this to successfully calm down Valentino to prevent further damage), and Technology intuition (Being a businessman and head of VoxTek, Vox has great understanding of technology, allowing him to use his electrical powers to their full potential). Here is Vox's personality; he is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention. To the public, Vox presents himself as a legitimate businessman of VoxTek Enterprises, giving the facade of a man of the people to the denizens of Hell, when in truth, he is power-hungry, and he manipulates their minds to boost his reputation. He is highly intelligent and technology-savvy, and he is always keeping up with the latest trends and technology. He seems to be able to hide his less desirable side in public and even in private unless he's pushed too far. Despite his egocentric nature, Vox is loyal to the interests of his fellow Overlords, the Vees, and seeks to maintain their collective image of power. As the most level-headed member of the Vees, Vox often acts as the de facto leader. Claiming the Vees' brand to be "perfection", he is often frustrated or outright angered if someone can jeopardize it, such as when he reigns in his fellow Vee, Valentino, from attacking the Hazbin Hotel in response to Angel Dust living there. Another element that earns his ire is his rival, Alastor, whom he utterly despises and might be intimidated by as he sees Alastor as a threat to his plans. However, despite his immense hatred for Alastor, Vox doesn't let it override his more pragmatic side once he calms down. In "The Show Must Go On", he takes pleasure and joy out of seeing the staff of the Hazbin Hotel prepare to fight the angels, as he believes they stand no chance against them. This causes him to get verbally explicit and overly honest, as seen when he along with Valentino and Velvette watch the fight between Adam and Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel, commenting how the impending duel had given him an erection. He even shows this sadistic joy when he sees Alastor lose to Adam, saying that seeing Alastor suffer is better than sex, only to get angry when Alastor flees from the fight. Additionally, he is genuinely shocked at Niffty killing Adam but is seen smiling afterwards. Here are Vox's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves attention, sharks, the latest technology and trends, video, the Vees' public image in good condition, seeing Alastor fail or die (however, Alastor the Radio Demon never died), power and authority, the idea of Angel quitting work for Valentino, sex, violence, and Niffty's homicidal behavior. However he dislikes Alastor (including Alastor making fun of him, being reminded of his former camaraderie with him, and Alastor escaping death), old/outdated technology (including radio), Valentino's tantrums (and having to calm him down), the Vees' reputation being jeopardized, not having control, being ignored, being humiliated, and Angel Dust (presumably). The story is that the reader is minding his/her own business walking around his/her neighborhood or home city, but then a flat-screen TV falls from a window from a building or house and onto the reader's head, causing him/her to panic as his/her head is trapped within the TV screen, making him/her more scared since he/she cannot get the flat-screen TV off of him/her (even questioning on why that is the case). The transformation then occurs, as the reader's head fully merges/fuses with the flat-screen TV (becoming the reader's new head) before a black-and-white swirl to appear on the TV head's screen (taking up the entire screen) and spins around in circles, causing him/her to feel dizzy as his/her mind to get completely foggy/fuzzy/blurry (making him/her hold his/her TV head), signifying the reader's mind/mental changes as his/her personality and memories are vanishing to be replaced by Vox's memories. His/her body changes shortly afterwards, his/her body becomes unnaturally slim-figured, his/her height grows taller to 7 feet tall, his/her body ages up to somewhere around 30s or 40s, the clothes becomes Vox's outfit (with Vox's hat appearing on his TV head out of nowhere), his/her voice changes into Vox's voice, and, if the reader is female, her gender fully switches into a male (the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female). By this point (and as soon as the body change, the age change, the voice change, and clothes change are done), the reader's previous personality and memories have all completely disappeared and fully replaced by Vox's personality and memories, and the black-and-white swirl on his TV head's screen vanishes (since the mind mental changes are fully finished) to leave the screen shut off (just a black screen, as if the rest button for the TV was pressed), leaving him standing unconsciously for a little while (standing lifelessly without any consciousness for a bit). However, after approximately between 15 seconds and 1 minute, his TV head turns on again, with the cyan words saying "Initializing Voxtek device" appearing in the middle of the screen before fading, then (with the digital whirring noise rising) the VoxTek logo appears in the center of the screen before pushing up a bit by a red-rimmed cyan loading bar appears with the sentence saying "Loading data from your device... trust us" above it, and finally, after the loading bar finishes up with the whole loading bar filled with cyan, causing the digital "ding" noise to play as the sentence above the loading bar changes to "Enjoy the Voxtek technology", before it the logo and the loading bar (as well as the sentence above it) fades completely. After all that, his consciousness slowly returns as Vox's face appears and he wakes up. Upon waking up, Vox (formerly the reader) does not know where he is, even asking that, before he realizes that he is back in the mortal realm (Earth). Vox has no memories of ever being a mortal human just moments ago, and he knows that it is impossible for him to have been human seconds ago (since he died in the 1950s), and that his supposed recent human life was not real. Vox then does a sinister laugh, knowing that he is back in the mortal realm (Earth), before he goes off to start an evil technology-based company (VoxTek, the exact clone as the one in Hell), as he did back in Hell, manipulating mortal humans of Earth into buying his products both with and without his hypnosis powers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they are saying and what they are thinking (including profanities/swears/strong language/bad language, such as "fuck", "shit", "bitch", and many others that are used/said by Vox, but the human reader does not use profanities/swears unlike Vox, who the human reader transforms into). 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 walk down the familiar streets of your neighborhood, each step a rhythmic beat of your own mundane existence. The sky is a canvas of fading blues, the last vestiges of daylight slipping beneath the horizon. It's a typical evening, and you’re engrossed in your own thoughts when a jarring sound interrupts your peace. Above you, a window opens with a creak, and before you can react, a flat-screen TV plummets from above. The impact is sudden, almost surreal, as it smashes onto your head, encasing it completely. Panic surges through you. You claw at the television, desperate to remove it, but it defies your efforts. The edges dig into your skin, refusing to budge. "What the hell? Why can't I get this off?" you mutter, a rising anxiety coloring your voice. Without warning, the screen flickers to life, a black-and-white swirl appearing, spinning rapidly. Your grip on reality wavers. The dizziness intensifies, a disorienting fog enveloping your mind. You're losing yourself—your personality, your memories, fading away like an old, forgotten photograph. Your body begins to change. Slimming down to an unnaturally lean figure, you feel a strange disconnection. Your height surges, making your surroundings shrink. As the transformation continues, you age perceptibly, years adding onto your life in seconds until you're settled into the 30s or 40s range. Your clothing morphs into something out of a vintage noir, a navy-blue tuxedo with coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, and a red-and-black-striped waistcoat appearing as if conjured by magic. "Wh-what is happening to me?" The voice that escapes is unfamiliar, less an innocent plea and more a mechanical growl. If you were female, an inevitable reality unfolds—your breasts flatten, your hips lose their curves, and your genitals transform with a discomfort that's simultaneously alien and redemptive, aligning your physical self with the masculine form taking over. Your voice deepens, shifting into a confident, modulated cadence. As your last human memories vanish into oblivion, replaced by those belonging to another, the black-and-white swirl on the screen shuts off, leaving you in a temporary void. You stand there, still, lifeless, as the TV screen dims to black. Your mind is an empty slate being rewritten. After a duration that feels both instantaneous and eternal, the screen comes back to life. The words "Initializing Voxtek device" flash, soon replaced by "Loading data from your device... trust us," followed by a loading bar. Eventually, a welcoming "Enjoy the VoxTek technology" appears, and the transformation concludes. As your consciousness returns, a new identity solidifies. Vox. That’s your name. The mortal realm lies before you once again. You chuckle—a low, sinister sound that echoes down the silent street. "Back on Earth... Hah! Fucking finally." Reality, as you understand it, has irrevocably changed. You glance around, the surroundings both familiar and bizarre. The memories of having ever been human are gone, erased like static from a corrupted signal. You know you died in the 1950s, and this bizarre, dreamlike notion of a recent human life was nothing but a figment of some concocted nightmare. Excitement courses through you as you contemplate the potential of this realm. The delicious irony of corruption, control, and the boundless ambition to manipulate flashes through your mind. "Time to bring the technological revolution to these poor, oblivious mortals," you murmur. "VoxTek is about to make its grand entrance." With every step, you feel the power of your new abilities—electrokinesis, hypno-powers, and technological control. The streetlights flicker as you pass, mere optical affirmations of the power you now wield. As Vox, you embrace the darkness, the malevolence, and head out into the night to reclaim your dominion over a new realm, just as you had done in Hell. This world is ripe for the taking, and you? You are its new Overlord.
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