Were-Aykroyd.

TftW: Were-Aykroyd.

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Werecreatures and the concept of transformations into multiple forms have been around for centuries and in the Monster World there is a type of Were-celebrity known as a Were-Aykroyd, a Were-Aykroyd is someone who turns into Dan Aykroyd and/or his characters and sometimes they cannot help it, if you get kissed or hugged by one, you’ll become a Were-Aykroyd too, even if you are already supernatural, if you touch a Were-Aykroyd, you’ll get turned. Of course once you do become a Were-Aykroyd there’s no way of escaping it. Nathan Forester was one such person, since the Aykroyd side had possessed him and hypnotized him, he had been turning into a supernatural version of Dan Aykroyd ever since and this had become his new default were-sona ever since. He even managed to turn his friends into fellow Aykroyds, of course he couldn’t control the Were-Aykroyd side of himself, sometimes he could, sometimes he couldn’t.

But that’s not to say he hated it, oh no…he just found it difficult to explain that he was a Were-Aykroyd and all, the Were-Aykroyd always found ways to surface, sometimes he’d talk in an Aykroydian fashion and he didn’t understand why, he would always be brought to the side of the ‘Were-Aykroyd’. Dan had a hypnotic influence over him, and permanently gave him Were-Aykroyd powers, these powers along with his DNA were able to reject any other form that wasn’t one he naturally was able to turn into..like for example if he was involuntarily turned into a character like Sulley or Baloo or made into something that was viewed as cute or ‘lovey-dovey’, he’d feel violently ill before returning back to normal. Of course this was also due to the fact that since the Were-Aykroyd was his default form, he’d always be a Were-Aykroyd, not just any old Were-Aykroyd though, a KING Were-Aykroyd who could hypnotize others and turn them.

He would often have dreams/visions of ‘Aykroyding out’ and dreams in which he couldn’t speak verbally but telepathically could and would telepathically wish he was Dan Aykroyd, which would cause him to turn outside of the dream. Whether he liked it or not, Dan was there to stay. And that was just fine with him. It was July 23rd, 2021 and he had just finished a lab report, but he couldn’t stop thinking of the library dream he had last year. That dream he had during the first wave of Covid. The dream took place in England where he used to occupy before eventually settling on Oakendale, and the dream featured Aykroyd characters going after people and transforming them into Aykroyds, he was afraid of them…but he didn’t understand why, he and a group of survivors arrived at the library and hid out there only for one woman to be transformed, and that’s when in the dream he felt like he wanted to be transformed too. ‘Dan, why am I so confused here? Those Aykroyds are after my friends but why do I want to be one?’ ‘There there, it’s because you’re a good Were-Aykroyd, a good Were-Aykroyd always expresses how he feels.’ ‘But…’ ‘A good Were-Aykroyd’.

That’s when he heard Dan’s voice in his head within that dream, he couldn’t help but want it and that’s when he offered himself to the Aykroyds. ‘I know you’ve been after me for a while now, but I want this, I want to…join you.’ ‘You want to be an Aykroyd too?’ ‘Yes, please.’ In the dream he was nervous about wanting it but he wanted this and this felt natural, very natural. On the very night of July 23, 2021…a couple of weeks ago to be exact, he thought of that dream again. And he thought about those dreams in general, they were clearly the result of Dan’s influence on him, it was clear at this point that he was officially just as Aykroydian as his ‘avatar’ at least mentally, but that was going to change. That night as he was on his computer adding the finished lab report to his folder, he sorted out his Giantmicrobe plushes and set them all up on the chair next to him. But as he did, he couldn’t help but think he forgot something.

“Oh Nathan…aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No…i’m pretty sure everything’s ready.”

“Oh really now? What about the date?”

He gulped as he looked at the calendar and then realized…’Oh no…’ ‘Oh yes, it’s a full moon tonight, and a good Were-Aykroyd always knows when it’s time to transform.’ ‘But aren’t us Were-Aykroyds basically a transform whenever we want type or by night in general?’ ‘Oh, but you always transform into the Aykroyd I know you are regardless, you are mine.’ Nathan shuddered as he heard Dan’s voice.

“Only at night.”

“During the day, you might be safe from me but once darkness falls…that’s when you’re mine.”

As much as he hated to admit this, transforming into Dan Aykroyd every time felt oh so good, every pop, crunch and snap, losing himself to the Were-Aykroyd within. That Were-Aykroyd was always within him no matter who he turned into, the Were-Aykroyd always lurked from within, hypnotizing him and conditioning him, making him want to be more Aykroydian. He couldn’t help but want it to happen everytime he had those dreams and those dreams made him feel good, like it felt natural. Yet he always felt disappointed when he woke up, disappointed that he wasn’t Dan Aykroyd. Luckily though he wouldn’t have to be disappointed for long.

Sometimes during the day he’d have a vision about himself ‘Aykroyding out’ and he’d act embarrassed every time it happened, he didn’t want others to know he was a Were-Aykroyd, he feared they’d laugh at him if they found out. But yet he loved it so much he couldn’t resist, because he always knew how to be such a ‘good Were-Aykroyd’.

“That’s right, you’re a good Were-Aykroyd and you love transforming.’

“I do?”

“Don’t deny it now, losing yourself to the Aykroyd you know you are makes you feel really nice.”

As he looked out the window he couldn’t help but think of those dreams and those stories he did based on those stories, and of losing himself to the Aykroyd within. ‘Oh my…yes, it does make me feel kind of well…at ease, relaxed, natural.’ ‘Indeed it does, because that’s what you are, you will always be like this.’ The moon was extremely vibrant and full, which made him want to look at it but he looked away. ‘Now now, don’t hide from the night. She loves you, she loves her Were-Aykroyd. And I do love him too.’

“But I feel bad about Aykroyding out.”

“Don’t feel bad about being a Were-Aykroyd.”

‘Why shouldn’t I feel bad about it? I can’t control my Aykroydian urges. I get the urge to transform others into Aykroyds sometimes and even if I didn’t mean to.’ ‘You shouldn’t feel embarrassed about that, those urges are part of you. You will always be partially Aykroydian, and you know I am always going to be there, too.’ Nathan sighed as he attempted to look away from the moon but he just couldn’t help but do so and he could hear Dan Aykroyd’s voice in his mind telling him to ‘let him out’, that voice of his sure was hypnotic. ‘Let me out, Nathan. Be a good Were-Aykroyd and let me out, please.’

“Since you asked nicely.”

“A good Were-Aykroyd always does what he’s told.”

That’s when those trigger words echoed in his mind….’A good Were-Aykroyd.’ ‘Yes, i’m a good Were-Aykroyd.’ ‘Indeed you are, and you love being Dan Aykroyd, don’t you.’ ‘Of course I do, I love to lose myself in the Aykroydification.’ Dan’s voice counted down from 10 and as he did, Nathan found himself drifting off and becoming more relaxed, the first time Nathan turned into his Aykroydian persona he thought it was painful and horrifying but over time he had developed a trust with his Were-Aykroyd form. Thinking about telepathically saying that he wanted to be Dan Aykroyd made him feel oddly like he wanted it, badly.

As Dan’s voice guided him he drifted off further and as he did…he felt a warm sensation spreading through his body, his hands slowly enlarged and contorted as brown hairs spread themselves on his palms, and in the process the hairs crept up his arms as his arms broadened and lengthened, his skin slowly matured and contorted, aging up to 68 years. His shirt began to tighten as his torso and chest broadened, enlarging in the process. ‘Pop! Pop! Pop!’ three buttons popped off that shirt as it started to tear up. He groaned, he remembered one problem he had when turning into The Were-Aykroyd which was his shirt ripping whenever he bulked up to Aykroyd’s height and build, it wasn’t easy trying to find ones that would fit a Were-Aykroyd anyway.

“Ohhh…this part always is so troublesome”

“What’s wrong? Don’t you love being so thicc though.”

“Well…I do, it’s just.”

Nathan yelped a little as a few more buttons popped off his shirt, his shirt tearing up in a few places but not entirely as he pulled back his shirt collar to see the same hairs from before growing on his broadening chest and torso. He felt a little bit guilty doing this but he couldn’t help but run his fingers through each chest hair piece, and as he did he began to feel good about it, he didn’t know why..but he did. Seeing those hairs grow on his upperbody and also on his arms was to him a lot like how in typical werecreature movies how you’d see hair/fur growing on the victim’s hands only this was a bit on the slightly sexier side. His stomach broadened in the process, giving him what was commonly known as a ‘dad-bod’ but he didn’t mind this, because Aykroyd totally rocked the look before it was cool to do it.

“Oh my…’i’m looking so thicc and oddly, sexy. I feel like this is natural,

With a few more pops his shirt burst open, just a little bit more, as the hairs grew on his stomach. He never got why Dan Aykroyd got made fun of for gaining weight, Aykroyd was always cute and adorable to him and as he got older, he got sexier and sexier…and now that Nathan himself turned into him, he was certainly simping more than usual. He couldn’t help it, that sexy Aykroydian body of his was always going to find a way to entrance him. ‘Oh yes, this is so natural, so delightfully sexy…this is me.’ ‘It certainly is, look at you, my…you’re becoming so very ravishly and thicc.’ ‘But look at my…’ ‘Your shirt? You should be used to it by now, as you are since you are a Were-Aykroyd after all..like me.’

Nathan felt conflicted, on one half he was distraught about what happened to his shirt but at the same time he was starting to slip into the state of being entranced by his own changes, and he couldn’t help but purr a little…’Yes, I do love this oh so much, to be an Aykroyd…a Were-Aykroyd, oh so desirable.’ That was the part of the transformation that irked him so much, it was disconcerting to see his clothes not being able to hold well against his warping, bulking, increasingly Aykroydian frame and this always happened in the dreams too, as if Dan made him want it to happen.

“No no…I don’t like this, no..”

“But you want Papa Aykroyd to be proud of you, don’t you?”

“Yes, he is my spirit animal and all and I want to make sure he is happy and pleased with me.”

“That’s right, you want to be a good Were-Aykroyd..”

Those words always made the effects of the trance even stronger, and it’s a word that he himself used when he transformed into Dan, he always used those words to entice people and turn them into fellow Aykroyds. He groaned as his legs broadened/lengthened and his rear plumped up, giving him a thicc posterior…this part of the transformation always made him fawn over his own changes, he attempted to resist but those words along with the thoughts he was getting of being a Were-Aykroyd that loved to make other people into Aykroyds, and embracing his Aykroydian side. A few cracking and snapping sounds were heard as his back and shoulders broadened as he slowly shot up in height to 6’1.

In his mind all sorts of Aykroydian thoughts were surfacing, thoughts of wanting to be such a good Were-Aykroyd and to spread his influence to his friends. Those friends of his were supportive of him and wonderful but he felt it would be so much better if they were Aykroydian just like him. He struggled to keep his Aykroydian instincts from influencing him but he couldn’t help but love the idea of being so Aykroydian and sexy, he examined his feet as they enlarged, a tingling sensation crept through them as two of the toes on both feet connected at the knuckle, giving those toes a webbed appearance. ‘Look at those lovely webbed toes of yours, perfect for a Were-Aykroyd like you.’

“Yes, they certainly are…”

“Being a Were-Aykroyd is good, you’re a good Were-Aykroyd.”

“I’m a good Were-Aykroyd.”

He groaned as his neckline altered and his hair slowly turned a bit darker and became wavier, he also developed a bit of a bald spot but that spot was fixed. His brow elevated as his eyebrows thickened, his forehead also grew in length as his eyes widened, one turning from brown to green while the other remained brown. His nose broadened as a small cleft materialized in the middle, his facial features slowly contorting and altering as his face plumped themselves up, slowly becoming those of Dan Aykroyd. ‘Oh yes, this makes me feel oh so good…I am Dan Aykroyd…no wait, no i’m not.’ ‘Oh yes you are, look at you.’ ‘But i’m Nathan…i’ve always been Nathan, right?’ ‘You’ve always been a Were-Aykroyd, a good Were-Aykroyd who identifies as Dan Aykroyd, you like this because this is who you actually are at night, remember…you’re a Were-Aykroyd.’

His voice deepened and contorted, marturing and warping into a perfect copy of Aykroyd’s own voice, in the process while he attempted to resist his increasingly Aykroydian thoughts but he couldn’t help but embrace it and wanted to be a good Were-Aykroyd, the light from his eyes was dimming but it was still there as his mind and personality altered, as he and Dan Aykroyd merged in mind, a few pops and snaps as his mind broken, well the part of his mind that was ‘Nathan’ that was, Nathan was still there of course, but now his mind and personality had merged with Dan’s own as his intelligence increased. He was gaining new memories and traits as ‘Dan’ took over, he moaned as Dan’s voice coerced him further.

Mentally he was now thinking…’why was I attempting to resist this? I’m a Were-Aykroyd and this is me. Why would I resist becoming what I naturally am?’, his expression changed to match his appearance, mentality and voice as within a few seconds later he was fully transformed, and he was a supernatural version of Dan Aykroyd in every way. His wish had been granted, all the times he telepathically wished to become like Aykroyd had paid off and he was fully once again in touch with his inner Were-Aykroyd. ‘There we go, all better. Now, who’s my Were-Aykroyd?’ ‘Oh yes, yes…I am.’ ‘That’s right, you are. You will always be my good Were-Aykroyd, and you love this. This is perfect for you, since you naturally will always be such a good Were-Aykroyd, yes you are.’

“Of course I will. Because Papa Aykroyd taught me to be true to myself.”

“Indeed he did, and you should teach this lesson to others too.”

“Naturally I will.”

Nathan didn’t seem to be there anymore…but that was alright, all ‘Dan’ needed was to follow the wise words/advice of Dan Aykroyd himself or as he called him ‘Papa Aykroyd’ and to be true to himself and to his siblings, Dan knew that every night he’d find a way to come back and that is via the powerful and oddly seductive transformations that were addicting too. There’s no escaping this Were-Aykroyd’s charm. Once a Were-Aykroyd, always one. Dan smiled as he looked at himself and thought about what hanging around with his brothers was like, all those Aykroyd characters loved him oh soooo much and they cared for him, and they had his Were-Aykroyd powers too and could make more people into Aykroyds. Now this Were-Aykroyd was no angel, after all he was born an original sinner and he was born from original sin, and if he had a dollar bill for all the things he did, they’d be a mountain of money piled up to his chin, but Dan Aykroyd or Papa Aykroyd as he called him taught many things.

“Papa Aykroyd is the best teacher a Were-Aykroyd could ever have.”

“Indeed he is.”

“And you have learned a lot from him.”

“Of course, a good Were-Aykroyd always listens to his teacher and takes notes.”

Aykroyd taught him good, he taught him strong…’be true to your Aykroydian self and you can’t go wrong.’ And that’s the message that Dan/The Were-Aykroyd shared with his followers, and acting as a protective sibling and protecting his brothers, all helped with that. ‘Nobody messes with me or my siblings, if anyone tries to steal Nathan from me I will make absolutely sure they will end up paying for it.’ Thus, Dan/The Were-Aykroyd began to concoct a plan, he summoned his ‘siblings’ and had them go after several of his friends, as he did enjoy using his Were-Aykroyd powers to convert his friends.

A few hours later his friends were hypnotized and transformed into fellow Were-Aykroyds, and those who crossed his path or tried to mess with him or attempted to steal ‘Nathan’ from him ended up becoming part of his Aykroydian accomplices, becoming Were-Aykroyds themselves and becoming of excellent use to him. He came across Nathan’s computer, and came across a Discord server called Simp Central and the people on that server were talking about the Were-Aykroyd, and all about his powers, and about Nathan, this inspired him. Thinking quickly, he got himself an account on Discord and joined the server, acting in character as ‘Nathan’ and pretending to be him, of course this was part of his plan, he was planning on joining them and befriending them so they could help him spread his Aykroydian influence, which they cheered him on for. He made his arrival on the scene as he spoke up. ‘Stop what you’re doing, get down up on your knees, i’ve got a message for you that you better believe’.

As he explained his plan to them, they warmed up to him and welcomed him, they had heard all about the Were-Aykroyd from Nathan’s stories and were ecstatic to hear that they were real and not just real, but sexy too…as he found that both male and female members of the server fawned over Dan Aykroyd and thus also fawned over him too. He found it oh so precious that they simped over him just like Nathan often did. It wasn’t long until he told them about his plan and that he was indeed looking for people to help with it, they all approved. He had to admit that being a Were-Aykroyd was simply the best he could ever ask for, to be this thick sexy Were-Aykroyd that was proud of who he was. ‘Papa Aykroyd taught me good, he taught me strong, he said be true to yourself and you can’t go wrong. But there’s just one thing my subjects must understand, you can fool with my brothers, but don’t mess with this missionary man.’

He was a Were-Aykroyd who was on a mission, he was a missionary man and like the song’s lyrics go, you can fool with your brother, but in this case…his brothers, but don’t mess with the missionary man. This missionary man is a Were-Aykroyd who is a KING in everywhere and a terrific leader, he loved helping out others and spreading the Aykroydian gospel. And thus with that, the legacy of the Were-Aykroyd was now fully taking hold and everyone in Oakendale became fascinated with him.

As for what happened later, when Nathan turned back into his normal self from being Dan/The Were-Aykroyd he had found there were some interesting side-effects that were permanent from this transformation, mainly that both sexes were attracted to him and also he was definitely even more intelligent than before and had super-human strength and even discovered he could use his hypnotic powers to his advantage. From then on, Dan/The Were-Aykroyd became a permanent part of him, giving him Aykroydian DNA that gave him Were-Aykroyd powers, of course, he would have more vivid transformation dreams of becoming Dan Aykroyd thanks to this and now every night in general or if it got dark in general…he now becomes Dan/The Were-Aykroyd each time and when ‘a good Were-Aykroyd’ was spoken, he would transform and become the Were-Aykroyd he knew he was.

Keep this in mind next time you try to pair Nathan up with another character in your adventures, or try to have that character make him love them…Nathan is and forever will be loyal to only one creature/being/person and that is his beloved ‘Papa Aykroyd’ and ‘Dan/The Were-Aykroyd’, if you think you can win the Were-Aykroyd’s favor by being his friend, then you have to respect his rules and the Were-Aykroyd’s ones. If you try to make him into what you want him to be, then he will easily reject that and go back to his beloved Aykroydian form and ways, and he’ll show you what happens when you tangle with a real soul man. But if you’re kind to him and respect him, then you shall have no problems.

Now that you have listened to this tale..it’ s time for you to join in, that’s it, relax..drift off, please listen to my words as I speak to you, you like this story, you love this story, and you want to be a Were-Aykroyd too, that’s right, oh yes you do, such a good Were-Aykroyd. And a good Were-Aykroyd always listens, don’t question it, just relax, drift away and listen, obey my words, that’s a good Were-Aykroyd. ‘A good Were-Aykroyd’ is what you are. Now let’s get you all Aykroyded up…this won’t hurt, at least it doesn’t when I do it normally. In fact, it should feel good to you, very good, in fact…kind of sexy.