Live on Dum Dum TV
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Live in Dum Dum Vision
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Some people cannot help but make fools out of themselves and you’re one of those people, you are a teenage wannabe edgelady named Ruma, you hang around with a bunch of edgelord wannabes and are part of the community known as the were-fandom and you claim to know a lot about werecreatures and transformations even though your knowledge of transformation comes exclusively from comments your so called friends leave on your artwork, art which can only be described as Invader Zim if you ordered it from Temu - which is very much mocked for containing overly graphic depictions of characters becoming only vaguely scary looking werecreatures.
You literally do not even bother to add descriptions and just have your friends do it for you, because hey they totally are more than happy to do your questionable roleplays with - because it’s not like any of them are over 18 or anything, of course being completely willing to do whatever your friends say, even if that it means defiling an innocent person. You did not know this when you told a fellow transformation creator to ‘count their days’ but that person is best friends with someone who knows how to teach people a listen.
However, these attempts to defile said person’s friend fell on deaf ears and when you acted like this person could not take criticism and thought they were being sensitive, that’s when that person’s friend took notice of you. One day while you were looking at what you did not know would be the last post you’ll ever make as a human, you and your friends all got invitations to a gameshow, not just any gameshow but one of the messiest gameshows ever a show called ‘Don’t Be A Dum Dum’.
The lot of you head out that day together, and you all arrive at the studio, you have heard a lot of stories about this very specific studio and you think there is something very off about it, you think it’s very suspicious that you and your friends would get invited to this show, a show that you hadn't heard of before. You enter the studio and you see all sorts of props for various previous productions and posters, and that’s where you see the sets for the show.
The producer comes out and speaks to you…’Ah you must be Ruma, you and your friends have arrived just in time for the show.’ ‘But we only just got invited to come earlier today and we have not heard of this show.’ ‘You have not heard of this show? Well then you’re going to have a rough time.’ He pulls you toward the set as the cameras start rolling.
You and your friends are all given the basic premise of the gameshow and the rules (e.g you cannot call for help from people from the outside, you cannot cheat, you cannot insult or question the host, etc) which is ‘whoever makes the biggest idiot out of themselves is the winner. The show’s theme starts as the producer comes on stage and reveals himself as the host, revealing himself to be an anthropomorphic purple gorilla named Bonzi. ‘Hey ladies and gentlemen i’m Bonzi and welcome to Don’t Be A Dum Dum, the show where foolish contestants compete to see how stupid they can be and today’s contestants are Ruma and her fans in the were-fandom freak squad!’
The audience boos and jeers at you, throwing food at you as well, you try to call them on it but are zapped…’That zap is for breaking the rules. You are not allowed to attack the audience.’ The show’s games begin with an elaborate physical challenge where you all have to dance around in a silly way, all of you are equally silly, but your dance is the silliest and doofiest because you fall over and everyone laughs at you. ‘Stop it, stop it, it’s not funny!’ ‘It is to the audience and unless you want to get zapped again, you better give them what they want.’
You try to get up but you keep on falling and falling, as do your friends and the audience laughs, which is followed by several eating contests in which your friends have to eat the grossest foods imaginable and you eat tons and tons of dum dum cookies, and you make the biggest fool out of yourself after producing a loud burp, which was then followed by a swimming race - in a giant bucket of mashed potatoes. To which of course you won by not remembering to bring a change of clothes.
The next challenge is a trivia challenge where you and your friends get asked questions about monsters and werecreatures, to which you get some of them wrong and make a dum dum out of yourself because your knowledge of werecreatures isn’t the best, after all, you only know of transformation as a concept because of your friends and their takes on it which is basically just ‘full moon as a trigger’ every single time, just when you think it could not get worse, the audience laughs at you again. ‘Hey, stop laughing at me, this is not funny and never will be.’ ‘Sorry to tell you this but it looks like the audience only likes it when you fail.’ ‘You’re a jerk and you set this all up, you can’t handle criticism.’
Your were-fandom artwork is displayed on the screen and everyone laughs at it…’Look how gross and horrible it is.’ ‘My work isn’t gross and horrible.’ ‘Oh, look who is being sensitive now, what’s the matter, don’t like criticism?’ You are given a couple more zaps but unlike the first time it begins to affect you, as you reach out to call for a timeout hairs start growing all over your arms which are thickening and swelling, as your hands swell in the process and your fingers thicken.
Your hands swell and grow hair on them as your fingernails lengthen, your shirt which is a shop you bought on Etsy based on your artwork of E from Alphabet Lore as a were-eel (which was advertised as a shirt available in sizes for adults and also for kids even though Alphabet Lore is not for kids), slowly strains and strains as your breasts expand and fill up as your chest and torso swell with fat and grow hair on them as well, your breasts start to swell again and produce milk which spills onto the floor.
That’s when you hear a feminine Aykroydian voice in your head..’Tee hee, me make milkies, moo moo!’ ‘I did not just say that.’ ‘Oh but you did just say that and now you are winning, winning the ultimate prize of being the biggest dum dum on the show!’, your shirt slowly strains and rips as your belly swells and swells, gaining more and more fat and even bursting your belt in two.
The audience is laughing at you and you are getting some embarrassed over your own changes as you can’t help but rub your growing stomach, and you start to cradle your growing stomach like it is a baby and you start to get some odd ‘mommy’ feelings as your rear swells and swells, producing loud farts that were heard all throughout the studio and even started affecting the other members of your team.
The other members of your team try to cover their noses but the dum dum gas infects them and turns them all into bloated dum dum were-aykroyds too as they also begin to produce farts and giggle, you undergo a growth sport as your shoes rip open to reveal your swelling feet which are developing webbed toes as you grow to 6’1, and you age from teen age to adult age, and your back and shoulders broaden.
You blush as you see your transformation is being shown on live tv and everyone is in fact watching you and your friends transforming and making dum dums out of yourselves, and they are all laughing at you. ‘Oh your transformation is going to make this the most watched program in the entire online universe, and of course i’m going to be the one to make a lot of money from it. Well that and your fanbase of course. There are going to be a lot of people who are going to be in love with you after seeing this, of course the best part is well because this is going to be exclusively shown in its full uncensored glory in the 18+ section of the online universe, I won’t have to worry about any complaints about it being inappropriate for younger viewers.’
Your pants slowly rip apart as your rear pushes against them, and finally that rear bursts through them, leaving them as tattered shorts as your hair lengthens, you start craving all sorts of delicious treats as your belly swells and gurgles, filling you with a hunger you just can’t ignore and all you can think about is eating, you find your ‘mommy’ feelings are kicking into high gear as you start thinking about dum dum were-aykroyd off-spring which causes your stomach to expand even more to the point of looking like you are pregnant as a mini were-aykroyd dum dum spawn develops from within your stomach.
“Oh my god, is that a dum dum baby?”
“Why yes it is and you’re the lucky mother.”
Your belly continues to swell and swell as the spawn develops and in a visceral manner, it bursts right out of your stomach. ‘Eeeek, did I just give birth?’ ‘You just did, mommy. And aaaaw, what a cute baby dum dum.’ ‘I cannot be a mom, i’m not even old enough to be a parent!’ ‘You should have thought of that before you made a dum dum out of yourself by targeting my friend. Yes I know what you did, you always act like this, acting like your attackers can’t handle criticism when you yourself get all triggered when someone takes down your masterpieces for being gory, you’ve always wanted to be a werecreature and now you are one, a big fat dumb one that is!’
“Nooooo, I cannot be a mommy.”
“Oh yes you can. This massive dum dum mess will get
It is not long until the spawn is able to communicate with you…’Mommy, I would like a dum dum cuddle.’ ‘But i’m not a mom i’m not a dum dum i’m, tee hee Rubi is a good dum dum.’ You don’t know why you just called yourself Rubi but you start to think it is a natural name for you, as your face starts to fatten and a double chin grows on your face, as your eyebrows thicken and your eyes widen, one turning from brown to green as your features shift to look Aykroydian while still being feminine. ‘Here she is folks, doesn't she look like such a cute dum dum?’, the audience coos and aaws at you as you rub your stomach and you feel that urge to cuddle and nurture your dum dum offspring.
Your voice shifts to match your Aykroydian appearance as the personality and mind of a motherly dum dum were-aykroyd fully takes over and the audience cheers, even more so when all of your friends finish their transformations. ‘Congratulations, you all have won Don’t Be A Dum Dum and you all have completed the challenges and made dum dums out of yourselves. Your prizes are all the food you can stuff your faces with, your very own dum dum house where you can spend the rest of your days and a lifetime of dum dum adventures. And as for the new mommy, you Rubi get the honor of being a dum dum wife to a lucky husband.’
You look around as you are guided towards the stage where a male dum dum were-aykroyd sees you with your offspring, despite hesitation the two of you form a mutual loving relationship as the audience cheers and the show ends with you and your friends running off to have happy dum dum endings. After a couple of trial dates the both of you start planning for an official date, and of course you end up marrying him months later.
But that’s not the end of the show…with you and your friends no longer part of the were-fandom, the were-fandom in general collapses, your former fans start remembering you for being a dum dum were-aykroyd instead of who you were before, anything that was not dum dum before is fully converted to be dum dum centric, you really wish you could have not told Bonzi’s friend to ‘count their days’ but now it’s too late and it’s all because of you.
The only one counting their days is you…counting the days until your remaining friends will end up joining you little dum dum party, and when it does happen, they’ll have you to thank for it, but hey…you don’t mind waiting around, do you? Of course not, you can at least spend time with your husband and son in the meantime, and it’s a life that fits you now.
Maybe next time you won’t be such a dum dum…or maybe you will, maybe you will be an even bigger dum dum, who knows.
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Some people cannot help but make fools out of themselves and you’re one of those people, you are a teenage wannabe edgelady named Ruma, you hang around with a bunch of edgelord wannabes and are part of the community known as the were-fandom and you claim to know a lot about werecreatures and transformations even though your knowledge of transformation comes exclusively from comments your so called friends leave on your artwork, art which can only be described as Invader Zim if you ordered it from Temu - which is very much mocked for containing overly graphic depictions of characters becoming only vaguely scary looking werecreatures.
You literally do not even bother to add descriptions and just have your friends do it for you, because hey they totally are more than happy to do your questionable roleplays with - because it’s not like any of them are over 18 or anything, of course being completely willing to do whatever your friends say, even if that it means defiling an innocent person. You did not know this when you told a fellow transformation creator to ‘count their days’ but that person is best friends with someone who knows how to teach people a listen.
However, these attempts to defile said person’s friend fell on deaf ears and when you acted like this person could not take criticism and thought they were being sensitive, that’s when that person’s friend took notice of you. One day while you were looking at what you did not know would be the last post you’ll ever make as a human, you and your friends all got invitations to a gameshow, not just any gameshow but one of the messiest gameshows ever a show called ‘Don’t Be A Dum Dum’.
The lot of you head out that day together, and you all arrive at the studio, you have heard a lot of stories about this very specific studio and you think there is something very off about it, you think it’s very suspicious that you and your friends would get invited to this show, a show that you hadn't heard of before. You enter the studio and you see all sorts of props for various previous productions and posters, and that’s where you see the sets for the show.
The producer comes out and speaks to you…’Ah you must be Ruma, you and your friends have arrived just in time for the show.’ ‘But we only just got invited to come earlier today and we have not heard of this show.’ ‘You have not heard of this show? Well then you’re going to have a rough time.’ He pulls you toward the set as the cameras start rolling.
You and your friends are all given the basic premise of the gameshow and the rules (e.g you cannot call for help from people from the outside, you cannot cheat, you cannot insult or question the host, etc) which is ‘whoever makes the biggest idiot out of themselves is the winner. The show’s theme starts as the producer comes on stage and reveals himself as the host, revealing himself to be an anthropomorphic purple gorilla named Bonzi. ‘Hey ladies and gentlemen i’m Bonzi and welcome to Don’t Be A Dum Dum, the show where foolish contestants compete to see how stupid they can be and today’s contestants are Ruma and her fans in the were-fandom freak squad!’
The audience boos and jeers at you, throwing food at you as well, you try to call them on it but are zapped…’That zap is for breaking the rules. You are not allowed to attack the audience.’ The show’s games begin with an elaborate physical challenge where you all have to dance around in a silly way, all of you are equally silly, but your dance is the silliest and doofiest because you fall over and everyone laughs at you. ‘Stop it, stop it, it’s not funny!’ ‘It is to the audience and unless you want to get zapped again, you better give them what they want.’
You try to get up but you keep on falling and falling, as do your friends and the audience laughs, which is followed by several eating contests in which your friends have to eat the grossest foods imaginable and you eat tons and tons of dum dum cookies, and you make the biggest fool out of yourself after producing a loud burp, which was then followed by a swimming race - in a giant bucket of mashed potatoes. To which of course you won by not remembering to bring a change of clothes.
The next challenge is a trivia challenge where you and your friends get asked questions about monsters and werecreatures, to which you get some of them wrong and make a dum dum out of yourself because your knowledge of werecreatures isn’t the best, after all, you only know of transformation as a concept because of your friends and their takes on it which is basically just ‘full moon as a trigger’ every single time, just when you think it could not get worse, the audience laughs at you again. ‘Hey, stop laughing at me, this is not funny and never will be.’ ‘Sorry to tell you this but it looks like the audience only likes it when you fail.’ ‘You’re a jerk and you set this all up, you can’t handle criticism.’
Your were-fandom artwork is displayed on the screen and everyone laughs at it…’Look how gross and horrible it is.’ ‘My work isn’t gross and horrible.’ ‘Oh, look who is being sensitive now, what’s the matter, don’t like criticism?’ You are given a couple more zaps but unlike the first time it begins to affect you, as you reach out to call for a timeout hairs start growing all over your arms which are thickening and swelling, as your hands swell in the process and your fingers thicken.
Your hands swell and grow hair on them as your fingernails lengthen, your shirt which is a shop you bought on Etsy based on your artwork of E from Alphabet Lore as a were-eel (which was advertised as a shirt available in sizes for adults and also for kids even though Alphabet Lore is not for kids), slowly strains and strains as your breasts expand and fill up as your chest and torso swell with fat and grow hair on them as well, your breasts start to swell again and produce milk which spills onto the floor.
That’s when you hear a feminine Aykroydian voice in your head..’Tee hee, me make milkies, moo moo!’ ‘I did not just say that.’ ‘Oh but you did just say that and now you are winning, winning the ultimate prize of being the biggest dum dum on the show!’, your shirt slowly strains and rips as your belly swells and swells, gaining more and more fat and even bursting your belt in two.
The audience is laughing at you and you are getting some embarrassed over your own changes as you can’t help but rub your growing stomach, and you start to cradle your growing stomach like it is a baby and you start to get some odd ‘mommy’ feelings as your rear swells and swells, producing loud farts that were heard all throughout the studio and even started affecting the other members of your team.
The other members of your team try to cover their noses but the dum dum gas infects them and turns them all into bloated dum dum were-aykroyds too as they also begin to produce farts and giggle, you undergo a growth sport as your shoes rip open to reveal your swelling feet which are developing webbed toes as you grow to 6’1, and you age from teen age to adult age, and your back and shoulders broaden.
You blush as you see your transformation is being shown on live tv and everyone is in fact watching you and your friends transforming and making dum dums out of yourselves, and they are all laughing at you. ‘Oh your transformation is going to make this the most watched program in the entire online universe, and of course i’m going to be the one to make a lot of money from it. Well that and your fanbase of course. There are going to be a lot of people who are going to be in love with you after seeing this, of course the best part is well because this is going to be exclusively shown in its full uncensored glory in the 18+ section of the online universe, I won’t have to worry about any complaints about it being inappropriate for younger viewers.’
Your pants slowly rip apart as your rear pushes against them, and finally that rear bursts through them, leaving them as tattered shorts as your hair lengthens, you start craving all sorts of delicious treats as your belly swells and gurgles, filling you with a hunger you just can’t ignore and all you can think about is eating, you find your ‘mommy’ feelings are kicking into high gear as you start thinking about dum dum were-aykroyd off-spring which causes your stomach to expand even more to the point of looking like you are pregnant as a mini were-aykroyd dum dum spawn develops from within your stomach.
“Oh my god, is that a dum dum baby?”
“Why yes it is and you’re the lucky mother.”
Your belly continues to swell and swell as the spawn develops and in a visceral manner, it bursts right out of your stomach. ‘Eeeek, did I just give birth?’ ‘You just did, mommy. And aaaaw, what a cute baby dum dum.’ ‘I cannot be a mom, i’m not even old enough to be a parent!’ ‘You should have thought of that before you made a dum dum out of yourself by targeting my friend. Yes I know what you did, you always act like this, acting like your attackers can’t handle criticism when you yourself get all triggered when someone takes down your masterpieces for being gory, you’ve always wanted to be a werecreature and now you are one, a big fat dumb one that is!’
“Nooooo, I cannot be a mommy.”
“Oh yes you can. This massive dum dum mess will get
It is not long until the spawn is able to communicate with you…’Mommy, I would like a dum dum cuddle.’ ‘But i’m not a mom i’m not a dum dum i’m, tee hee Rubi is a good dum dum.’ You don’t know why you just called yourself Rubi but you start to think it is a natural name for you, as your face starts to fatten and a double chin grows on your face, as your eyebrows thicken and your eyes widen, one turning from brown to green as your features shift to look Aykroydian while still being feminine. ‘Here she is folks, doesn't she look like such a cute dum dum?’, the audience coos and aaws at you as you rub your stomach and you feel that urge to cuddle and nurture your dum dum offspring.
Your voice shifts to match your Aykroydian appearance as the personality and mind of a motherly dum dum were-aykroyd fully takes over and the audience cheers, even more so when all of your friends finish their transformations. ‘Congratulations, you all have won Don’t Be A Dum Dum and you all have completed the challenges and made dum dums out of yourselves. Your prizes are all the food you can stuff your faces with, your very own dum dum house where you can spend the rest of your days and a lifetime of dum dum adventures. And as for the new mommy, you Rubi get the honor of being a dum dum wife to a lucky husband.’
You look around as you are guided towards the stage where a male dum dum were-aykroyd sees you with your offspring, despite hesitation the two of you form a mutual loving relationship as the audience cheers and the show ends with you and your friends running off to have happy dum dum endings. After a couple of trial dates the both of you start planning for an official date, and of course you end up marrying him months later.
But that’s not the end of the show…with you and your friends no longer part of the were-fandom, the were-fandom in general collapses, your former fans start remembering you for being a dum dum were-aykroyd instead of who you were before, anything that was not dum dum before is fully converted to be dum dum centric, you really wish you could have not told Bonzi’s friend to ‘count their days’ but now it’s too late and it’s all because of you.
The only one counting their days is you…counting the days until your remaining friends will end up joining you little dum dum party, and when it does happen, they’ll have you to thank for it, but hey…you don’t mind waiting around, do you? Of course not, you can at least spend time with your husband and son in the meantime, and it’s a life that fits you now.
Maybe next time you won’t be such a dum dum…or maybe you will, maybe you will be an even bigger dum dum, who knows.
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