Dum Dum Mommy Nightmares

Nathan sat hunched over on his bed, trying to ignore the warmth pulsing in his belly. The smell of powdered sugar and movie popcorn lingered in the air even though he hadn’t eaten anything, he knew if he even thought about eating, she would come out and go all tubby wubby dum dum, she was a dum dum were-aykroyd named Danielle and she caused trouble for him, he thought he would be alright and that he wouldn't bloat out into her. Then it began. The walls creaked softly, and he looked up.



One by one, the posters on his wall peeled off, curling like old fruit roll-ups—only to be replaced with glossy framed photos of Dan Aykroyd that morphed into place on the wall, he didn't even remember having that many photos of him Him grinning. Him cooking. Him inflating like a parade balloon. Everywhere. His bedsheets turned next—red and black became vibrant blues, dotted with tiny embroidered donuts and little chibi Aykroyds. The fabric thickened, fluffing into a weighted quilt that smelled faintly of marshmallow farts. Nathan gasped. 'No—no no no—!' Not that this, I thought I wouldn't have to deal with this.'



He ran to the mirror. But his reflection wasn't just his anymore.



His frame wobbled as he had trouble adjusting to his new position in terms of his body, he felt what appeared to be his chest slowly growing hair on it as a pair of round plus sized breasts pushed against it and caused his buttons to pop off as his stomach gurgled and he started to think about eating, he groaned as he felt his shirt tightening around a swelling belly, his new breasts swelling and dripping with milk. 'Tee hee, dum dum make milkies, mooooooo. No did I just say moo, and am I making milk?' A scent of warm syrup, faintly chemical, filled the room.



“Everything smells just so very yummy...dum dum wanna eaaaaaat."



Suddenly, Dumius stood in the doorway, his hat in one hand, long hair cascading down his shoulders like silk shadows. 'Hello, my beloved dum-cake, you look very lovely today.' 'No I don't, i'm turning into her again, and it's just so gross and wrong.' He stepped in as if this had always been his house, gently pressing a gloved finger to Nathan’s lips.



“Shhh. Let it happen, my dearest Danielle.”



Nathan’s spine shivered as a squelch of flesh echoed under his shirt which was getting tighter as hairs grew on his torso and on his stomach and on his chest, he found himself making strange dum dum noises as he felt the urges increasing, he wanted to fight it but all he could think was...'Tee hee, dum outgrow clothes, dum dum groooooow, fat is good for master'. He couldn't help but giggle as his hands grew hair and his fingers thickened, fingers twitching as nails grew longer. A dumb smile began to form—he could feel it crawling across his face like a blush he couldn’t stop, he tried to snap out of it but he couldn't.



Several loud farts escaped from his rear which plumped up and began to tear his pants, his legs thickening, he attempted to run but his thickening legs made it oh so hard to get away. 'Why do so many weirdos with fat fetishes have a thing for this? This is so wrong.' 'But it's right, you are going to be perfect for having babies.' 'Babies? Baby dum dum were-aykroyds?'



His privates re-arranged into the female variant as his toes became webbed, he slowly shot up to 6'1 as his back and shoulders broadened as he felt himself being overwhelmed with what were commonly known as 'dum dum feelings' as the buttons on his shirt popped off and he rubbed his growing belly and cradled it. 'Dum dum love her belly, dum dum will be a good mommy for her babies. Huh, that's weird I feel… I’m gonna be… a mommy?' his neck felt puffy as the beginnings of a double chin began to form and his hair lengthened, turning darker and growing past his shoulders as his forehead elevated. Dumius nodded. 'You are my big dum dum wife now. You’ll feel it in your dreams. The cravings. The spawn. You’ll bake them into life and belch them into being. That’s what dum dum mommies do, Danielle.'



He looked in shook as his eyes widened and developed eyelashes, one turning from brown to green as his nose broadened and developed a cleft. 'But I did not agree to this, I said I originally would give being a dum dum a chance if I got to remain male because I had hopes of being a father in the future.' 'Oh but you did, and too late, you're going to be a mommy one day.' 'A mother? But I don't know a thing about parenting yet alone how to raise were-aykroyd spawn!' 'You will soon. You are my big dum dum wife now. You’ll feel it in your dreams. The cravings. The spawn. You’ll bake them into life and raise them to be dumb and cute like you. That’s what dum dum mommies do, Danielle.' 'But I only had nightmares about that and they were so gross.' 'Gross to you now but you will find them cute from now on.'



Another loud fart escaped from him as his voice as his voice feminized into a bubbly version of Aykroyd’s and his features contorted, softening and morphing into a genderbend version of his and he looked at himself in horror, the odd dum dum feelings taking over her mind slightly. Her belly gurgled audibly, like it was preparing dough. She moaned slightly, awkwardly rubbing it with her newly plumped hand. 'Dum dum is going to make yummy nums nums and have baby dums dums soon, tee hee.'



She tried to surpress the dum dum urges but her transformation completed with her fully ready to have strange dum dum feelings, in the corner of the room, a crib appeared, rocking on its own. Inside? Not a baby—but a little plush were-Aykroyd doll that blinked. 'I don't remember having this. But dum dum like it. Dum dum like having playtime, dum dum hope to have baby, baby dums dums are cute, tee hee.' Danielle stared, mouth wide beofre instinctively petting and cuddling it. 'That's it, practice enough and you will be a perfect mommy.' 'Dum dum be mommy soon, me wanna be a mommy soon, Danielle the dum dum lives to be a mommy, tee hee. And dum dum wll have a baby.' 'You’ll have more soon,” Dumius purred, slipping his arms around her enlarged form. “You’re the queen of dum dums now. My wife. My… mommy.'



Danielle couldn’t tell whether she wanted to cry, laugh, or beg for cookies. All she could do was let out another gasping— 'Dum dum…can't believe this, dum dum is stuck like this for the night, it's hard for me to think like this, i'm going to have to get used to this and the awkward leaking melons and the mommy feelings.' 'Oh you are going to have plenty of time to adjust and this will keep happening every night, don't fight it though, accept it.'



'Oh great, this is going to be one weird nightmare of an universe.' Nathan/Danielle thought to himself.