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From Innocence to Sin: The Irreversible Transformation into Angel Dust


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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 11 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader'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 and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, 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). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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Once upon a time, within the confines of a universe not too dissimilar from our own, an 11-year-old boy named Jamie sat glued in front of his television set, absolutely enchanted by an adult animated series called "Hazbin Hotel." One lazy weekend, as Jamie was sitting in his bedroom, engrossed in the escapades of his beloved fictional characters, he suddenly felt a strange pull. With the room swirling and shifting, Jamie felt his entire surroundings change, his own reality warping and morphing into that of Hazbin Hotel. "Wha - What's going on?" He stammered, attempting to stand up but finding his legs suddenly wobbling beneath him. "Mum, Dad?" He cried out, but his voice echoed back to him. Unsettled, but also excited, Jamie felt himself growing taller and older, sprouting from a boy of 11 to a handsome young man in his early twenties in mere seconds. "Guys, this isn't funny anymore!" He tried to resist the transformation, his mind racing as he felt his personality being slowly erased, replaced by someone else's. But who? Jamie felt a surge of fear as he gradually forgot his parents, his name, and then, his own existence. Simultaneously, his body heightened further, his frame stretching until he was a towering eight feet tall with slender feminine curves. "What on earth is happening?" His voice wasn't his voice anymore; it was deeper and held a New York accent. His external alteration continued, his skin paling until it was pure white. Simultaneously, his hair turned fluffy, covered in strokes of light pink, and sprouted a distinctive heart pattern. His eyes, one with a light yellow sclera and the other with a dark one, became cerise pink. And then he saw his body... It was covered in a light pink suit-blazer and a reddish-grey miniskirt. He even had long, reddish-grey, thigh-high boots. Jamie found his chest was rather prominent, or rather, fluffy. Where his shirt was tightly pinned revealed a heart symbol aimed towards his crotch. He experimented with a button, revealing an additional pair of arms. Jamie was horrified, fascinated, and perhaps a little bit thrilled. Within minutes, the transformation was complete. Jamie was no longer Jamie. Rather, he found himself standing in the shoes of Awful Crew's Anthony, or in this case, Angel Dust. The boy's memories were now those of a sinning demon, a gay, retired actor from Hell, trapped under the tyranny of Valentino. And then, as if some invisible director had called “action”, Angel found himself thriving in the mirth of Hell, drugs and flirtation in constant cycle, a stark contrast to Jamie's once innocent mind. He reveled in his pink pride and showered in the money he made through his endeavors. Yet, there was an underlying fear, an echo of Jamie's innocence echoed through Angel's bravado. Angel remembered the taste of his real emotions, the ones he kept closeted away behind his confident façade. But that was the world he lived in now - all brash, hard colors, abrasive laughs, and the ever-looming shadow of Valentino. Angel Dust bartered with the past that no longer belonged to him - Jamie's past - completely erased from existence. "From Jamie to Angel Dust," he muttered to himself, "some transformation this has been!" Despite the harsh reality of his new world, past the fear and sorrow, Angel Dust couldn't help but find solace in his new existence. He was Angel Dust, the white-furred, pink-lovin', brash-speaking man of the hour. For better or worse, this was his life now - a life where his past was forgotten, and Angel Dust was forever.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 6:59 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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