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The Metamorphosis of Blake Hooton: From Human to Angel Dust - An Unforeseen Journey of Physical and Mental Transformation

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Question: Write a transformation story of Blake Hooton (a human male of late 20s) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with weight loss (becoming much thinner), age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), height progression, and mind/mental change (with Blake's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Blake's appearance, he is a American human man with tan skin, short dark brown hair, a slightly robust stomach yet with fair build, and brown eyes. He wears a red t-shirt, dark blue pants, white ankle-socks, and black tennis shoes. Blake is antisocial and is prone to aggression, but is otherwise fair for his family. He loves Facebook games, looking at World Cup series stuff (despite not participating them), Olympics stuff (despite not participating them), gaming, lions, and fast food, but he dislikes his mom's bossy treatment, pasta, fruits and veggies, animals in general, and no WiFi. For Angel Dust's appearance (after Blake turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts.

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Blake Hooton sat at home one evening, scrolling through Facebook games, when he suddenly felt a strange sensation creeping up and down his spine. It was as if his body was becoming weightless, and as he looked down, he realized he was becoming thinner. "What is happening?" he gasped. His robust belly was shrinking visibly, making way for a slender torso. As he watched in shock, his overall build slumped, becoming more streamlined. His short dark hair began turning snow white as it grew longer and fluffier, with random splotches of pink appearing. His once brown eyes were overtaken by a dazzling cerise pink. Stunned, Blake stumbled to his feet, trying to reach his phone to call someone. He barely noticed his weight loss continuing, his former build almost completely vanished. His formerly average stature was rapidly increasing, his legs stretching out, making him unsteady. He finally grabbed his phone, only to drop it as he realized he had an extra set of hands. Where there had once been two, there were now four. In the reflection of his dropped phone, he noticed another startling change, a heart pattern drawn across his chest and on the back of his head. "No, no, no," he shouted, his voice changing to unfamiliar timbre of a New York accent lacing his words. His mind felt scrambled as he struggled against the sweeping changes. His hatred for animals suddenly replaced with a fascination for spiders, his likes, and dislikes rapidly changing. Memories of his past life fading, being replaced by experiences, memories that were not his own. Blake fought with every fiber of his being, but he couldn't hold on. His love for his family was slipping, being replaced with a strange mix of caring and aloofness. His personality was shifting to a brash, sarcastic tone. The transformation reached its zenith as his mind was now completely embedded with a new one, that of Angel Dust. Angel Dust blinked his six pink eyes, brushing a few strands of white hair from his face. He gave a sardonic smile, showing off his sharp teeth with a prominent golden fang. He reveled in his new slender physique, his tall stature. His tight pink suit-blazer accentuating his shape, the deep pink gloves on his two sets of arms a striking complement. The transformation was completed. The man who was once Blake Hooton was now Angel Dust. He looked around, recollecting nothing of his human life. The World Cup, the Olympics, everything that was important to Blake, meant nothing to him now. His memories now consisted of Hell, his boss, Valentino, the money, the drugs, the life he had led as Angel Dust. Yet hidden beneath the brash exterior, Angel Dust held a hope for redemption. As he walked to his television, he flicked it on, not to watch games but to watch cooking shows, and decided that tonight he was going to attempt Italian cuisine. Blake was gone, and in his place stood Angel Dust, ready to face his new existence with the same fierceness and charisma he had in hell, trying to make sense of his new reality, completely forgetting his mortal past and embracing his new, immortal present.

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Jan. 3, 2024, 12:34 a.m.

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Published: Wednesday, January 3, 2024

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