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Question: Write the POV second-person transformation story of the human reader completely turning into a lookalike son of Alastor (a character, voiced by Amir Talai, from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice identical to Alastor and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), instant clothes change (becoming an identical outfit to Alastor's, but fitted for the reader's new size rather than 7 feet tall), age change (becoming the age of around 17-24 years old, exactly as left off from Alastor son's death from his human life in 1933, thus becoming immortal in the process, while his father's age of 30s-40s left off after he himself died, thus also becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height of around 5.4-6 feet tall to 6.4-6.5 feet tall), voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with Alastor's bloodline, similar to but not identical to Alastor's transatlantic voice (complete with a static effect that makes his voice sound like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio), albeit in a somewhat younger voice than Alastor's voice to fit the reader's new age), supernatural powers gain (obtaining every single supernatural power/ability identical to those of Alastor's) and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced by a new personality and new memories of always having been Alastor's lookalike son (even after human death), despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and he then remembers, or rather realizes, that he had always been the son of Alastor the Radio Demon himself, and he remembers his name being similar to Alastor's name but completely distinct from Alastor's name). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the reader's appearance after he/she turned into Alastor's lookalike son, he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 6.4-6.5 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. His eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. He also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. The reader (Alastor's son) has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as he, like his father Alastor, is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, his profession was as a radio show host, just like his father, and he continues his broadcasts alongside his father in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him and Alastor the title of "The Radio Demons"), bilingualism (like his father, he can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (like his father, he is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his grandmother's (Alastor's mother's) cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (like his father, he is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (like his father, he is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor's son has all of his personality traits identical to those of his father (Alastor). Here are his preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), his father (Alastor), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his grandmother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. For Alastor's appearance, he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, as well as wanting a child of his own (if Lucifer Morningstar gets a child (Charlie Morningstar), why not Alastor himself having a child of his own?). So to end his boredom, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his lookalike son, thus turning the reader into Alastor's lookalike son (the reader notices that his/her grin was now unnaturally wide and permanent, the reader tries to push his/her grin down with his/her hands/fingers to get rid of the smile in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was completely impossible (he/she even asks in horror on why can't he/she stop smiling, before Alastor tells him/her that it's his/her nature to smile), the reader also tries to fight those new memories and personality identical to those of Alastor (albeit younger due to his/her age compared with Alastor's 30s-40s age) flooding the reader's head, the reader is horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle (the reader then, against his will, views Alastor as part of his family, more specifically his loving father, even calling him his father instead of "Alastor" (the reader also forgets his previous father, with Alastor replacing the reader's father), even questioning why is he calling Alastor his dad (and why is he (the reader) feeling a love for Alastor like a son would to his loving father), before Alastor confirms that Alastor is his father, that's why he's calling Alastor his father), and Alastor tells him that this is his true self and he is finally waking up back to reality, making him truly and fully believe in Alastor and realizes that he had always been Alastor's son, having been born around the early 1910s-late1910s as a human from Alastor (the reader's true father) and Alastor's wife (the reader's true mother), enjoying the cooking from his grandmother (who is Alastor's mother, not the reader's mother but the reader's grandmother) cooking and his favorite food jambalaya (which Alastor also loves), he and his father both being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before both Alastor and his son were killed that same day by what killed Alastor, both Alastor and his lookalike son arriving at the same time in Hell as nearly identical sinner demons nicknamed "The Radio Demons", as they continued their radio shows in Hell, and, despite finding Charlie Morningstar's (the princess of Hell) belief in redemption laughable, both Alastor and his lookalike son want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's mind has also been completely replaced with the mind of Alastor's lookalike son (making him realize that he had always been Alastor's son (with the reader's name being being similar to his father's but different, to help distinguish him from his father Alastor, who genuinely loves his son), before Alastor welcomes his son (the reader) back home with genuine affection/love (the reader now genuinely loves his true father Alastor). In the epilogue, the two Radio Demons (Alastor and his son) are in the Hazbin Hotel, with Alastor introducing Charlie Morningstar his son (even revealing his son's names) as Alastor and his lookalike son help Charlie with her redemption hotel ("Hazbin Hotel"), while also interacting with Vaggie (Charlie's girlfriend, who doesn't trust Alastor or his son, while Charlie trusts both Alastor and his son), Angel Dust (an adults/pornographic film actor who's a male spider-like humanoid sinner demon; after seeing that Alastor has a son, Angel Dust wants a lookalike son of his own, much to Husk's annoyance), Husk (a male cat-like humanoid sinner demon with bird-like wings who is a co-worker for Alastor and whose soul is owned by Alastor, but now (much to his annoyance), his soul is now also owned by Alastor's son (since Alastor owning his soul was bad enough, but now his soul is owned by both Alastor and his son)), and Niffty (a miniscule female cyclops-like humanoid sinner demon who is a co-worker for Alastor and is positively acquainted (Alastor's role having described as having a view of Niffty as like his "obnoxious adopted daughter", being a daughter figure for Alastor and a sister figure for Alastor's son despite Niffty not being related to either Alastor or his son)). 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).
Certainly! Please be aware that your prompt contains both body horror and strong themes of identity loss and involuntary transformation. The following story will respect the boundaries and intentions of your prompt, but if you ever feel uncomfortable, please take care of yourself. --- A peculiar, static-laced chuckle is the first thing you hear—a sound that doesn’t belong, that shouldn’t exist in your room, not from any device, but from all directions at once. A cold drift tugs at your spine, prickling your skin. The world around you fizzes out, shimmering into static, and suddenly you aren’t home anymore. You stagger, vision flickering between shadow and overwhelming color, and you see him—Alastor, “The Radio Demon,” his wickedly sharp grin split wide beneath antlered tufts. His crimson gaze catches yours. “Well, aren’t you a captivating specimen!” His voice pops and clicks, sweet but dangerous, each word tinged with the echo of a vintage radio. “You’ll do splendidly!” Confusion whirls in your mind. “Wh-where am I? What do you mean…?” Alastor’s hands sweep wide. “A touch of entertainment, a sprinkle of family!” His cane taps the floor; a pulse of red energy licks the ground and leaps for you. Your body shudders, bones and skin tingling, stretching, unmaking and remaking themselves. You cry out, but your voice warbles into a distorted, transatlantic accent, static bleeding at the edges. Your whole frame warps, height surging as you lurch upward—six feet, six-one, past six-four. Limbs lengthen, torso narrows, joints realigning with a sickening pop. Your hands melt, fingers merging into four per hand, nails sharpening, every tip dipped in crimson. If you were ever female, your body burns with an impossible internal contortion, your shape flattening, reconstructing, adam’s apple swelling in your throat as your voice deepens, fractures, then slides intoxicatingly into youthful, masculine clarity. You clutch your face, feeling your mouth split wide, impossibly wide, into a leering, permanent smile. You try, frantic, to pull it down, force your lips to frown—but they won’t move. You stammer, voice jagged and unfamiliar, “Wh—why can’t I stop smiling!? Let me—let me frown—let me…!” Alastor’s yellowed teeth glint. “Ah-ah! That’s simply not our nature, my boy! Smiling is power! Isn’t it delightful?” Tufts of pink-red hair sprout from your scalp, slashing to a sharp bob, black-tipped and angled, two antler-like locks jutting upward. A crawling sensation on your skull heralds the growth of small black antlers, solid and cold. You catch a glimpse—reflected in spectral glass—of your eyes: sclera a stormy red, irises bright and hungry, pupils thinning, twitching, almost dial-shaped. Your ensemble churns and warps, the fabric becoming a dapper red pinstripe coat, black gloves, and pointed boots, all tailor-fitted to your new, slender proportions. Over your eye, an ovalic monocle perches itself, and a cane with an old-timey microphone materializes under your grip. Your posture straightens to an unyielding, toothy confidence, gangly yet poised as a dancer in mid-step. Your darkened forearms and legs end with red, clawed fingers and hoof-like feet. But the changes run deeper than flesh. Your mind combusts, new thoughts and quirks charging in on a surge of crimson static. You try to remember—who you were, your name, your parents—but the identity slips from your grasp. Instead, you remember being born in the 1910s, your father’s grin and laughter, long days spent learning radio craft and long, bloody nights. Your grandmother’s cooking—her jambalaya, the bitter coffee. The thrill of a broadcast, the laughter of a kill. You try to resist. **No, that’s not me, not my family—** A powerful wave crashes—Alastor’s hand gripping your shoulder. “Come now, son, don’t hesitate. You’re back where you belong.” His voice is warm, gentle, and terribly final. “W-why… why am I calling you father?” you manage, panic straining your permanent smile. "Why do I... feel like I love you?" He chuckles, embracing you with one arm. “Because I *am* your father. Always have been.” His tone softens, a real affection shining through the static. “There’s no use fighting it. This is your true self—wake up, remember.” And you do. The stream of old, foreign memories washes away what was left of your resistance. Every face outside this new family blurs. Your name bubbles up—unique and musically vintage, a perfect fit beside Alastor’s own, now ringing defiantly in your head. You can hardly remember any life before broadcasts, before the hotel, before him. A smile—your smile—broadens with delight, a hunger for drama, music, and mischief burning in your chest. “Welcome home, my boy!” Alastor declares, beaming with true paternal pride. And the world is bright, vibrant, and *yours.* --- Epilogue: Hazbin Hotel's Parlor You stand at your father’s side in Hazbin Hotel’s parlor, both of you exuding the same unsettling, infectious charisma. Threads of magical red light flicker about your hands, red veve symbols spinning in the air as you practice small spells. The air tastes like radio static, and every laugh is a performance. Charlie beams excitedly at you and Alastor, apron still dusted with flour. “Wow! I didn’t know you had a son, Alastor! What’s your name?” You deliver a sharp, theatrical bow. “The pleasure is all mine, mademoiselle! You may call me…” (your chosen name, ringing brightly, yet distinctly different from Alastor), “master of the airwaves, and proud offspring of this dazzling devil!” Vaggie, arms crossed, glares cautiously. “Great. Another one. Just what this place needed.” Angel Dust sidles up, eyes glittering. “A lookalike son, huh? Geez, and here I was thinking *I* was the hottest thing on eight legs. Al, you gotta hook me up—what’s the trick?” Husk groans, wings ruffling. “Kid, it was bad enough having just the old man own my soul. Now I get *junior* too?! I quit. I’m out. Nope.” You laugh, the sound tumbling radio-white into the conversation. “Oh, Husk, don’t be so sour! Two Radio Demons for the price of one—it’s a deal you can’t refuse!” Niffty zips in, delighted, spiraling around you. “Ohhh, is this your *son,* Alastor? He’s so cute! Can I be like, your adopted sister? Or daughter? Or… something?” She giggles, latching to your arm, your broad smile never wavering, your affection for this little whirlwind as inexplicable as it is genuine. Alastor grins at you with fatherly pride. “Now, son, let’s see if we can’t add a *bit* of razzle-dazzle to this place, shall we?” Charlie claps her hands. “Welcome to the hotel! I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine.” You—and the voice on your radio—reply, forever grinning, “The show must go on, after all!” And together, you and your father step forward, ready to color Hell with laughter, mischief, and static, your new immortal self at home at last. --- *You remember nothing else. This is your nature; these are your father’s footsteps. It’s not a prison. It’s who you are, always were, always will be. The smile never falters. The airwaves are yours forever.*
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