"Dual Descent: A Succubus's Claim"
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Caught in the realm between dreams and reality, Alex blinked up at the ceiling. The sixteen-year-old genius with an insatiable curiosity for the unknown, had dared to play with magic. Inspired by a series of cryptic posts on a dark-web forum, he had summoned a succubus according to the precise instructions he found. That was the easy part. The hard part was maintaining control.
Due to his confused state, he missed the part where he was supposed to take command of the creature. Instead, granting an open invitation, the succubus slipped inside his body, claiming it as her own.
For the subsequent days, Alex was trapped inside his own mind, a silent observer to the things his body did under the succubus's control. It felt like being entombed alive. He watched, helpless, as she charmed his mother, used her magical abilities to manipulate his family, making each act seem like a natural progression.
Strangly, among his family members, the succubus exhibited a certain affection towards him. It was bizarre, watching her behave with his family, playing the role of him. But she slipped up in one aspect. Under the condition of her departure, she imposed a curse on him forbidding him from revealing the truth.
Just when he thought he would spend an eternity being helplessly puppetted by the cunning succubus, everything turned black.
Now, he awakened, lying on the bathroom floor. Yet something was terribly amiss. His perspective was off, the ceiling seemed further than usual, his hair longer. His heart raced as he pushed himself off from the floor. A gasp seized his chest as he took in the reflection staring back at him.
He wasn't himself. He was his mom.
As the porcelain sink under his hands turned damp from his sweat and the quiet of the bathroom pressed down on him, Alex wished he had never visited that forum. But there was no time for regrets. He needed to find a way to reverse this. He needed to take back control. For, in magic, the cardinal rule was simple—everything had some price. The question stood: could he pay it?
This story was generated by user diisqiisd 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: 16-year-old Alex summoned a succubus according to instructions in a strange forum. He should have taken control of her, but he was confused and did not have time. Then she moved into his body, taking full control of him. She controlled him for several days, constantly using her abilities, until finally she left his body. During this time, she rolled Alex up with his single mom of three children, fell in love with Alex of all his family members and made sure that Alex would never be able to tell anyone about what happened. When Alex woke up, he was lying on the bathroom floor in his mom's body.
Response: Caught in the realm between dreams and reality, Alex blinked up at the ceiling. The sixteen-year-old genius with an insatiable curiosity for the unknown, had dared to play with magic. Inspired by a series of cryptic posts on a dark-web forum, he had summoned a succubus according to the precise instructions he found. That was the easy part. The hard part was maintaining control. Due to his confused state, he missed the part where he was supposed to take command of the creature. Instead, granting an open invitation, the succubus slipped inside his body, claiming it as her own. For the subsequent days, Alex was trapped inside his own mind, a silent observer to the things his body did under the succubus's control. It felt like being entombed alive. He watched, helpless, as she charmed his mother, used her magical abilities to manipulate his family, making each act seem like a natural progression. Strangly, among his family members, the succubus exhibited a certain affection towards him. It was bizarre, watching her behave with his family, playing the role of him. But she slipped up in one aspect. Under the condition of her departure, she imposed a curse on him forbidding him from revealing the truth. Just when he thought he would spend an eternity being helplessly puppetted by the cunning succubus, everything turned black. Now, he awakened, lying on the bathroom floor. Yet something was terribly amiss. His perspective was off, the ceiling seemed further than usual, his hair longer. His heart raced as he pushed himself off from the floor. A gasp seized his chest as he took in the reflection staring back at him. He wasn't himself. He was his mom. As the porcelain sink under his hands turned damp from his sweat and the quiet of the bathroom pressed down on him, Alex wished he had never visited that forum. But there was no time for regrets. He needed to find a way to reverse this. He needed to take back control. For, in magic, the cardinal rule was simple—everything had some price. The question stood: could he pay it?
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