Dethroning a Queen
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Dethrowning The Has-BeenQueen
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You just had to meddle in the personal lives of others didn’t you, you didn’t believe Nathan was a good person and only believed lies of others, you were an edgy wannabe werecreature fan who prides themselves on cringy painful transformations, you call yourself the ‘Were-Creature Queen’ because of how much of a supposed impact you have on the were-fandom AU content creators in the Deviantart Universe but you are no queen, if anything, you’re a fool, you act like you are hot stuff but the only thing you are queen of is lies and stupidity, you like tormenting people with transformations in which people lose their IQ to you and you kidnap poor innocent characters and forcibly transform them into being your beastly servants, Nathan did but nothing wrong but you had to target him anyway and look where you are now, as the victim of one of a very real supernatural curse.
You don’t remember how it started but you remember him warning you that if you act like a ‘dum dum’ online or in real life you will become one, and now that you had to go and do it, it was going to happen for sure. While you were looking on your DA account WereCreatureQween92, looking all through your cringy favorites of werecreature transformations and cringy edgy OCs from ‘brainrot’ content like Digital Circus AUs, you found a deviation made to poke fun of you called ‘Queen of Stupid’ which depicted a fat female were-aykroyd sitting on a throne being fed by her master, you didn’t like it and tried to block the user only to be redirected to an add for the ‘Do Not Think’ donut, the advert featured hypnotic spirals and imagery of plus sized were-aykroyd women rubbing their bellies.
Curiously instead of just blocking the adverts you keep clicking on them and you start to get a craving, a craving for donuts but in particular those donuts as you order them and they are delivered online, the donut delivery guy just smiles and smirks. ‘I thought you were trying to avoid weight gain content, not force yourself into it.’ ‘I don’t know but I feel like I am getting tempted into being into it.’
Once he leaves, you grab the donuts and close the door as you close the windows and you take a bite. ‘Just one bite of that donut and that’s it, it possibly cannot lead to anything horrific.’ Oh you poor genre-blind thing, it’s like you don’t know you are in a were-aykroyd transformation fic and you act like you won’t get transformed, oh you poor thing indeed. Oh no, it is the complete opposite of that. It tastes too good and it has an irresistible taste and you can’t help but eat more. You begin to feel more than a little bit weird as your stomach gurgles and begins to grow hair, you see the hair spreading all over your belly as it bloats and swells, fattening up and making that Pokemon shirt you are wearing feel tighter than it normally should, your torso and chest also swell and grow hair on them. ‘I am going to turn into some kind of massive mindless beast aren’t I?’ ‘Well no duh, dum dum.’ A voice chimes, that voice being that of a were-aykroyd just like you. ‘Who are you? Even though this is a transformation piece, I should know.’ ‘I am you, or rather the real you. You see, the real you isn’t this cringy werecreature poser who thinks forcibly transforming people is sexy, oh no, the real you is a dum dum were-aykroyd and you are a dum dum, a dum dum were-aykroyd like me and your name is Danielle.’ ‘Danielle? But I don’t remember anyone named Danielle.’ ‘Oh but you do and she is you and also me, usually in these were-aykroyd dum dum fics all I do is talk in tee hee me silly dum dum girl with milky melons, me obey - type speak but here I am talking in an intelligent manner without needing the assistance of another human to translate me.’
Your shirt gets tighter and tighter as your breasts expand and grow even more, as they fill up with milk which spills all over it. ‘Am I making milk?’ ‘Yes, you are, it is a natural part of a female dum dum’s body, after all you’re going to be a mother soon and as an aspiring dum dum mommy, you need to practice milk making.’ ‘But I cannot be a mom, I barely know anything about being a dum dum.’ ‘Oh yes you do, you have always known so much about dum dums.’ You groan as your tight Pokemon shirt slowly rips and rips due to your fattening upperbody…’Nooo my shirt, that was just brand new.’ you exclaim even though it is a blatant lie because you got that shirt from Etsy 4 years ago and it was already owned by someone else before you got it.
Your arms start broadening and swelling and growing hair as your hands follow suit, your fingers swelling and puffing up as your fingers thicken, that dum dum speaking to you in your head is mocking every single thing you do and say and it even is translating into your Deviantart gallery as all of your content shifts from werecreature transformation stories and your transformation journals into were-aykroyd dum dum content, focusing on how good it feels to ‘grooow’ and ‘make milk’ and ‘be a mommy’, you try to change everything back to normal but you cannot because the dum dum influence even shifts your personal information around, your online friends start laughing at you, calling a dum dum, while one of them mockingly says…’Hey mommy, could you feed me and give me some dum dum milk?’
All of your so called achievements are being demolished by this plague of dum dum, as some of your online friends become corrupted by your very aura, making them into dum dum were-aykroyds as well, some of them even find themselves turning from human into dum dum were-aykroyd females and turning from male to female, it even corrupts their OCs that were brought to life, turning them all into were-aykroyd dum dums. Every single member of that beloved were-fandom cult you formed now is corrupted by dum dum, every single cringey Continent Lore to were-animal transformation is now dum dumified, and every bad end CYOA TF story ends with the narrator being a fat were-aykroyd.
You groan as you find yourself producing fart after fart which get louder and louder, your rear swells with fat and pushes against your jeans, causing the buckle to pop off and your jeans to split once your legs start thickening and fattening, you try to run and try to get away but you don’t get far before falling onto the ground with a thud.
Looking at your socks you see them slowly rip apart revealing your feet which are growing larger and developing webbed toes, your feet would make Quentin Tarantino want to feature you in a movie. As you grow to 6’1 and your back and shoulders broaden, the dum dum in your head influences you as your neck feels funny due to it thickening, puffing up with your chin and developing into a double chin.
You look at yourself as your hair lengthens and your eyebrows thicken, your eyes widen as one turns from brown to green and your nose broadens and develops a cleft, your features shift to look Aykroydian but are still female in appearance as your voice shifts to match. You look at yourself, you’re shocked to see that fat were-aykroyd female staring at you.
Your memories rewire themselves and you find that you don’t even remember being a fan of any other werecreature universes except ones related to the Aykroyd-Verse, you don’t even remember why you joined the Continent Lore fandom or even why you got into it, you don’t even recall joining it at all, in fact you only remember the Aykroyd fandom having a major influence online.
In fact you specifically remember falling in love with Dumius, you remember how Dumius showed you the world of dum dum were-aykroyds and you were very much smitten by how much he knew and you definitely could relate to him. After all, it is not easy being a dum dum were-aykroyd and in a universe where your species is taken as a joke instead of back in your own universe where your species is taken seriously.
You remember how happy you were when you were given a chance to be another person for a day and you were such a good actress when it came to pulling off such a despicable character, you deserved more than cuddles for that. And while it was fun being human, you think it would be much better to be your dum dum self, your cute, tubby dum dum self.
And that is fine with you, because you and Dumius are so cute together anyway, it’s no wonder he loves you so much.
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You just had to meddle in the personal lives of others didn’t you, you didn’t believe Nathan was a good person and only believed lies of others, you were an edgy wannabe werecreature fan who prides themselves on cringy painful transformations, you call yourself the ‘Were-Creature Queen’ because of how much of a supposed impact you have on the were-fandom AU content creators in the Deviantart Universe but you are no queen, if anything, you’re a fool, you act like you are hot stuff but the only thing you are queen of is lies and stupidity, you like tormenting people with transformations in which people lose their IQ to you and you kidnap poor innocent characters and forcibly transform them into being your beastly servants, Nathan did but nothing wrong but you had to target him anyway and look where you are now, as the victim of one of a very real supernatural curse.
You don’t remember how it started but you remember him warning you that if you act like a ‘dum dum’ online or in real life you will become one, and now that you had to go and do it, it was going to happen for sure. While you were looking on your DA account WereCreatureQween92, looking all through your cringy favorites of werecreature transformations and cringy edgy OCs from ‘brainrot’ content like Digital Circus AUs, you found a deviation made to poke fun of you called ‘Queen of Stupid’ which depicted a fat female were-aykroyd sitting on a throne being fed by her master, you didn’t like it and tried to block the user only to be redirected to an add for the ‘Do Not Think’ donut, the advert featured hypnotic spirals and imagery of plus sized were-aykroyd women rubbing their bellies.
Curiously instead of just blocking the adverts you keep clicking on them and you start to get a craving, a craving for donuts but in particular those donuts as you order them and they are delivered online, the donut delivery guy just smiles and smirks. ‘I thought you were trying to avoid weight gain content, not force yourself into it.’ ‘I don’t know but I feel like I am getting tempted into being into it.’
Once he leaves, you grab the donuts and close the door as you close the windows and you take a bite. ‘Just one bite of that donut and that’s it, it possibly cannot lead to anything horrific.’ Oh you poor genre-blind thing, it’s like you don’t know you are in a were-aykroyd transformation fic and you act like you won’t get transformed, oh you poor thing indeed. Oh no, it is the complete opposite of that. It tastes too good and it has an irresistible taste and you can’t help but eat more. You begin to feel more than a little bit weird as your stomach gurgles and begins to grow hair, you see the hair spreading all over your belly as it bloats and swells, fattening up and making that Pokemon shirt you are wearing feel tighter than it normally should, your torso and chest also swell and grow hair on them. ‘I am going to turn into some kind of massive mindless beast aren’t I?’ ‘Well no duh, dum dum.’ A voice chimes, that voice being that of a were-aykroyd just like you. ‘Who are you? Even though this is a transformation piece, I should know.’ ‘I am you, or rather the real you. You see, the real you isn’t this cringy werecreature poser who thinks forcibly transforming people is sexy, oh no, the real you is a dum dum were-aykroyd and you are a dum dum, a dum dum were-aykroyd like me and your name is Danielle.’ ‘Danielle? But I don’t remember anyone named Danielle.’ ‘Oh but you do and she is you and also me, usually in these were-aykroyd dum dum fics all I do is talk in tee hee me silly dum dum girl with milky melons, me obey - type speak but here I am talking in an intelligent manner without needing the assistance of another human to translate me.’
Your shirt gets tighter and tighter as your breasts expand and grow even more, as they fill up with milk which spills all over it. ‘Am I making milk?’ ‘Yes, you are, it is a natural part of a female dum dum’s body, after all you’re going to be a mother soon and as an aspiring dum dum mommy, you need to practice milk making.’ ‘But I cannot be a mom, I barely know anything about being a dum dum.’ ‘Oh yes you do, you have always known so much about dum dums.’ You groan as your tight Pokemon shirt slowly rips and rips due to your fattening upperbody…’Nooo my shirt, that was just brand new.’ you exclaim even though it is a blatant lie because you got that shirt from Etsy 4 years ago and it was already owned by someone else before you got it.
Your arms start broadening and swelling and growing hair as your hands follow suit, your fingers swelling and puffing up as your fingers thicken, that dum dum speaking to you in your head is mocking every single thing you do and say and it even is translating into your Deviantart gallery as all of your content shifts from werecreature transformation stories and your transformation journals into were-aykroyd dum dum content, focusing on how good it feels to ‘grooow’ and ‘make milk’ and ‘be a mommy’, you try to change everything back to normal but you cannot because the dum dum influence even shifts your personal information around, your online friends start laughing at you, calling a dum dum, while one of them mockingly says…’Hey mommy, could you feed me and give me some dum dum milk?’
All of your so called achievements are being demolished by this plague of dum dum, as some of your online friends become corrupted by your very aura, making them into dum dum were-aykroyds as well, some of them even find themselves turning from human into dum dum were-aykroyd females and turning from male to female, it even corrupts their OCs that were brought to life, turning them all into were-aykroyd dum dums. Every single member of that beloved were-fandom cult you formed now is corrupted by dum dum, every single cringey Continent Lore to were-animal transformation is now dum dumified, and every bad end CYOA TF story ends with the narrator being a fat were-aykroyd.
You groan as you find yourself producing fart after fart which get louder and louder, your rear swells with fat and pushes against your jeans, causing the buckle to pop off and your jeans to split once your legs start thickening and fattening, you try to run and try to get away but you don’t get far before falling onto the ground with a thud.
Looking at your socks you see them slowly rip apart revealing your feet which are growing larger and developing webbed toes, your feet would make Quentin Tarantino want to feature you in a movie. As you grow to 6’1 and your back and shoulders broaden, the dum dum in your head influences you as your neck feels funny due to it thickening, puffing up with your chin and developing into a double chin.
You look at yourself as your hair lengthens and your eyebrows thicken, your eyes widen as one turns from brown to green and your nose broadens and develops a cleft, your features shift to look Aykroydian but are still female in appearance as your voice shifts to match. You look at yourself, you’re shocked to see that fat were-aykroyd female staring at you.
Your memories rewire themselves and you find that you don’t even remember being a fan of any other werecreature universes except ones related to the Aykroyd-Verse, you don’t even remember why you joined the Continent Lore fandom or even why you got into it, you don’t even recall joining it at all, in fact you only remember the Aykroyd fandom having a major influence online.
In fact you specifically remember falling in love with Dumius, you remember how Dumius showed you the world of dum dum were-aykroyds and you were very much smitten by how much he knew and you definitely could relate to him. After all, it is not easy being a dum dum were-aykroyd and in a universe where your species is taken as a joke instead of back in your own universe where your species is taken seriously.
You remember how happy you were when you were given a chance to be another person for a day and you were such a good actress when it came to pulling off such a despicable character, you deserved more than cuddles for that. And while it was fun being human, you think it would be much better to be your dum dum self, your cute, tubby dum dum self.
And that is fine with you, because you and Dumius are so cute together anyway, it’s no wonder he loves you so much.
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