Walken Assimilation
Walken Assimilation
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Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fictional and is based on a comment on a forum thread, if you think it is real you are seriously mental. It is a play on words of the Borg assimilation process from Star Trek: TNG. It has a hypnosis scene, a human to Walken tf scene, and dark scenes in it which may upset sensitive readers.
Walkens featured in this story:
Christopher Walken himself.
Morty (Click)
Archangel Gabriel (Prophecy trilogy)
Frank White (King Of New York)
Vanni Corso. (A Business Affair)
Kim Ulander. (Search And Destroy)
J-Man. (Envy).
Tom. (Pennies From Heaven)
Max Zorin. (A View To A Kill)
Hessian Horseman. (Sleepy Hollow)
Reed Thimple. (Country Bears)
Frank Abagnale Sr (Catch Me If You Can)
Paul Rayburn. (Man On Fire)
Wilbur Turnblad. (Hairspray)
Gyp DeCarlo. (Jersey Boys)
Bobby Mcbain. (Mcbain.)
Bobby Kahn. (Wayne’s World 2)
Robert (The Comfort Of Strangers).
Feng. (Balls Of Fury)
Cousin Bo (Romance And Cigarettes.)
Vincenzo Coccotti. (True Romance.)
Uncle Bill Ferriter. (Trance/The Eternal/Kiss Of The Mummy)
Hans. (Seven Psychopaths)
Max Shreck. (Batman Returns)
Mike Wellington. (The Stepford Wives.)
Calvin Webber. (Blast From The Past)
Secretary William Cleary. (Wedding Crashers)
Nikanor Chevotarevich (The Deer Hunter)
Detective Vince Magnotta. (Ripper.)
Clem Doyle/Anthony Benedetti/Gert Froeb. (Joe Dirt)
Bruce Dickinson. (SNL)
Umberto Bevalaqua. (Illuminata)
Caesar. (Mousehunt)
Johnny Smith. (The Dead Zone).
Cornelius Hatcher. (The Rundown).
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This may seem crazy but what if I told you that there was more than one Christopher Walken and that Walken is everywhere? You would probably think i’m crazy, right? Well prepare for a big surprise. As i’m about to tell you a story which will make you think twice.
It seemed like an ordinary night in my neighbourhood, there were no monsters or villains out tonight and everything was going pretty well. That was before I heard a series of multiple knocks at the door, I wondered who on earth could it be.
“Hopefully they have a good reason for this, because I was just in the middle of chatting to my friends.”
I rushed over to the door, hoping they would have a good reason for interfering with my busy OL schedule. And what I saw when I answered the door surprised me, it was Christopher Walken wearing blood red shades, and there were several other Walkens as well - all of them were characters he had played including the Hessian. I could not believe my eyes, all of these Walkens had somehow appeared over the past few nights without any explanation whatsoever.
“Ah, this will be a perfect place to convert…”
“Convert, into what?”
“Why a Walken’s den of course.”
“But why? Christopher, would you mind explaining what’s going on?”
“You’ll find out soon enough...come my Walkens.”
The Walkens hissed and snarled in unison as they made their way into my apartment, they first started removing everything from my kitchen before heading over to my lab, I tried to stop them but it seemed they were much more powerful than I thought. I ran over to my lab and put it on lockdown to make sure they wouldn’t get in.
“Chris...this is weirding me out, what’s going on?”
“Allow me to explain. You see those Walkens there?”
“Yes.”
“They are all humans.”
“But they’re not...they’re Walken...I mean, they’re you!”
“Well yes, they WERE humans. Until I got my hands on them.”
“What did you do to them?”
“I hypnotized them, infected them and turned them all into what they are now..”
“Have you always been able to do that?”
“Why yes..”
“So why have you decided to come after me?”
“Because YOU...are next.”
“But I...I’m human..”
“You won’t be human for long…”
“You mean?”
“Yes….we’re going to make you a ‘Walken’ too.”
“But I like what am I at the moment.”
I tried to make a mad dash for it and to escape them but Walken himself caught me and picked me up with inhuman strength. I gulped slightly, knowing that what was about to happen wasn’t going to be good.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah...and can you please let me go?”
“I have a better idea...how about you look in my eyes instead?”
Walken’s eyes gave off a supernatural glow as he held me by the neck, I tried to break free of his grip but like I mentioned he was inhumanly strong. I found myself unable to break free as I gazed into his eyes, my mind was slowly but surely blanking out, as I fell into a trance-like state.
“Yes...master…”
“That’s better.”
“I feel so strange, yet so relaxed.”
“That’s because of my hypnotic powers.”
“Master, your powers are amazing.”
“Tell me, how do you feel about humans now?”
“Humans are so funny, master.”
“Indeed so.”
“They are afraid of us, but yet they love us oh so much.”
“Yes they are, but you won’t be one of them for long.”
“You mean...i’m…”
“That’s right.”
Walken put me down and then gestured to the other Walkens, the other Walkens gathered around in response to their master. He perched over me in an angel-like fashion as I fell deeper and deeper into the trance. The effects of the trance increased as my mostly human thoughts slowly began fading away, replaced with thoughts of serving him. In the process, I started to drift off, as my dreams became hypnotic and filled to the brim with Walken-like thoughts.
I dreamed of being just like Walken himself and of being a perfectly loyal Walken, ever so devoted to my master and all so happy, blissful and Walkeny. Of being free of my hum-drum human life and joining the other Walkens as his voice echoed in my mind. I started to groan a little in my sleep, muttering Walken’s lines to myself in between several low growls.
Walken’s voice echoed in my mind as the dreams continued, hypnotically intoning me and enticing me, triggering the change from human into Walken. As strange as the changes were, they felt so good that it just seemed right to give into them. Becoming less and less human and more like Walken. As the dreams ended with me in my Walkenized state letting out a fierce Walken-like roar, I awoke to hear a growling sound coming from my stomach, I was beginning to feel so thirsty.
My appetite was shifting, human food and drink were no longer succificable, only blood would do. I wanted blood and lots of it, why just thinking about it was enough to make me pant.
Walken gave me a bottle containing freshly slain human blood, I licked my lips as he presented it to me. I couldn’t wait to drink it all up, so I asked nicely if I could have them some, after he said yes - I began to gently suckle on the bottle like a baby or toddler drinking milk from a baby bottle.
“Mmmm...this is delicious blood, master..”
“I’m glad you think it is delicious, because you’ll be drinking this from now on.”
“Master?”
“As I mentioned before, you are next...to become a ‘Walken’ that is.”
“Oooh! I’ve always wanted to be a Walken, they are so beautiful.”
“And you shall be beautiful too.”
“How?”
“Let me bite you..”
“I will let you bite me, master…”
He slinked up to me as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, he reached for the neap of my neck and gently sank his teeth into a bit of skin on it, as bits of blood dripped off, he lapped them up with fervor.
“Now...how did that feel?”
“Oh, master that felt so...so….rrrr.”
“Nice?”
I nodded before covering my mouth out of embarrassment, after all - I did just growl. Having heard my growl, he turned to me and chuckled. I blushed a little, still feeling a little bit embarrassed about growling in his presence.
“Yes.”
“What’s wrong, why are you so embarrassed?”
“I think I may have gotten a bit too carried away.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I growled…”
“Growling is natural for a Walken, you shouldn’t be ashamed.”
“I shouldn’t?”
“Your Walkeny instincts and traits are already developing after all.”
“Is that why I am starting to think like...a...Walken?”
“Yes, my bite enhances the effects of the hypnotic process.”
“It’s so soothing, master...all I want to do is serve you.”
“Your human thoughts are already being drained out and being replaced with Walken-like thoughts.”
“Oooh..”
“Soon, all you will be thinking of will be music, dancing, cowbell, blood and being a good obedient Walken.”
“Is this natural too?”
“Yes...it’s all part of your transformation.”
“Does it hurt?”
“There is no pain with human to Walken transformations, only bliss.”
“Pure...Walkeny bliss?”
“Yes...it feels good to submit..and give in.”
Walken was right, with the developing Walkeny instincts and traits taking over - it just felt natural for me to relax and give in to the beautiful process of Walkenization. My thoughts becoming even more Walkeny as I began to think of singing, dancing, acting, and being ever so loyal to him. In the process, I was now completely forgetting that I ever thought bad things about the whole ordeal.
My interests also shifted - focusing less on science and more on singing, dancing, acting, hunting and all kinds of delightfully Walkeny things. The whole mental half of the process was making me feel oh so happy and blissfully entranced.
I just wanted to give in to the Walken-like urges and feelings, it just seemed natural to do so - after all, resistance was most un-walkeny. And I wanted to please him by being the best Walken ever.
I couldn’t wait to join the other Walkens and be oh so Walkeny with them, the gift of Walken was just too good to keep to myself. I knew that I was going to make an excellent Walken and that it would give me ever so much pleasure.
“Mmmm...yes, it feels marvelous..rrrrr…”
“That’s it, growl...give in… let your Walkenizing instincts take hold.”
“Aaaawr...mmm...yes, rrrr…”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Aaaawrrr….yeeeessss..”
“You’re such a good obedient Walken.. aren’t you?”
“Yes, master…”
“Of course you are, and I am your master.”
“Yes...you are…”
“You love to obey and serve me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, master.”
“You feel so much happier when you are like this…”
“Aaaawrrr...yes, so happy, blissful...Walkeny!”
“That’s a good Walken.”
“Mmm...rr…”
I growled slightly in pleasure as the Walkeny instincts continued to take hold, I was begging to be fed blood played by my beloved master, to hear the harmonious sound of cowbell, to be conditioned and transformed into being a perfectly Walkeny Walken. I felt so at peace, relaxed and calm that it felt just right to accept the process.
Speaking of the process, the physical half of the transformation was about to begin with as the other Walkens circled around me. My Walkeny brethren, all waiting in baited breath for me to join them.
“My Walkens will help you shed your human form and become one of us..”
“Aaaawrrr...yes! I want to be transformed so badly.”
“And you shall…”
One of the Walkens, which was Morty, - reached for my hand and gently massaged it, which slowly caused it to shift. Skin imperfections were slowly but surely fading away as my arms were elongating, growing longer and thinner and shifting to resemble Walken’s arms. A pale skintone crept up my arms as well as my torso, stomach, shoulders and back as they also became more lithe. My hands shifted until they resembled Walken’s, as my fingers grew longer, my knuckles becoming more sharply pronounced.
My shirt was getting tight and it was straining to hold on until it ripped apart, only to reform into an elegant dress shirt that matched my more slender upperbody, yet I didn’t mind - because I didn’t need clothing like that, all Walkens need in terms of clothing is black and silver with a Hessian styled motif.
Arching my much more slender back, I growled a few more times - gesturing the next Walken, Archangel Gabriel from the Prophecy to come closer. He touched my legs with his angel’s touch and I felt them stretch and elongate, becoming longer as the pale skintone crept up them.
My jeans peeled apart in a matter of seconds before reforming into a pair of slim, long, elegant black dress pants to go with my new shirt - my slipper socks hardening and reforming into a pair of fine black dress shoes. I now was very much like Walken in terms of my build around my upperbody and lowerbody, so lithe, elegant and beautiful.
I examined my new build, and was deeply enamored by it - my entire body was now covered in Walken’s signature ghostly pale skintone, I moaned slightly but it sounded like another growl, by now I had accepted that growling was natural and wasn’t ashamed of it.
Two more Walkens, Frank White and Vanni Corso massaged my much leaner back, making me grow taller until I was about the same height as Walken which was about 6’ft. I growled happily as the Walken-like instincts began taking over full circle.
I developed the urge to dance, which was triggered by the playing of the song Weapon Of Choice - as my legs and feet started moving in time to the beat, rhythm and words of the song. Naturally I started to get up and dance, and it felt all so good to dance and be so blissfully Walkeny, I had found I had become much agile and my dance skills were now greatly improved, to be just like Walken’s. The other Walkens started dancing as well including Wilbur Turnblad, Tom, J-Man, Max Zorin, and Feng - all mimicking Walken’s moves from the music video.
Max Shreck and Cousin Bo ran their fingers through my hair, making it prickle up and turn sandy brown almost blonde with the texture and style of Walken’s own hair. I was really enjoying the process which was pleasing Walken very much.
The next group of Walkens lead by Vincenzo Coccotti and Kim Ulander followed by Bobby Kahn, Johnny Smith, Caesar the Exterminator, Mike Wellington, Paul Rayburn, Bobby McBain, Nikanor Chevotarevich and Robert massaged my neck as my neckline elongated, becoming longer and thinner until it resembled Walken’s own - with the pale skintone creeping up it, my senses heightening to inhuman levels.
Hans and Detective Vince Magnotta were next as they started cleaning up my face, making the pale skintone form on it, my eyebrows thinned out and turned the same colour as my hair. My next change came in the form of my eyes as I gazed into the Hessian Horseman’s aquamarine blue eyes, my own eyes changing from hazel to an icy blue colour with dark green inner rings.
Gyp DeCarlo and Bruce Dickinson took turns massaging my forehead which helped bring in more Walkeny thoughts and instincts, my forehead elevating itself higher up as my eyes became narrower, spreading out and becoming slightly sunken. Cornelius Hatcher reached for my nose, gently touching it as it altered in shape, shrinking slightly until it morphed to resemble Walken’s own.
Umberto Bevalaqua touched my face, causing my lips to thin out and slowly shift to be crescentian in shape, with the tips becoming pointed just like well...you know, Walken.
The Hessian Horseman snarled as he put his signature gloved hands around my chin, causing my chin to narrow out as my jaw-line became more angular, my cheekbones were becoming sharply more pronounced as my cheeks became slightly sunken. I growled in happiness as Clem Doyle/Anthony Benedetti/Gert Froebe patted me on the head as my head shape altered to be more drachy/mesoian, in the process giving me a very haunting and striking resemblance to Walken.
But the work of the Walkens was not done yet, Calvin Webber and Uncle Bill both massaged my throat, making my voice deepen, growing lower and gruffer, gravelly but also very distinctive, alluring and hypnotic - developing Walken’s signature tone, speech patterns, mannerisms, and New York accent. My voice now was that of Walken himself.
With conditioning from Reed Thimple and Secretary William Cleary, all of my recollections of ever being a ‘human’ disappeared as did the memories of what appeared before the Walken encounter, I wasn’t Nathan anymore….my transformation was complete, I had become one of them.
I was now a perfect Walkeny clone of Christopher Walken himself.
“Now you are one of us...now tell me, what is your name?”
“Christopher, but you can call me Chris.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“My name is Chris and I am a Walken.”
“That’s right, you are one of us now...a Walken.”
“I’m so beautiful and hypnotic.”
“How do you feel?”
“I feel so happy and at peace.”
“Do you have anything to say?”
“I am sorry for ever thinking that Walken and you guys were evil and for trying to escape from you - after all, I like the idea of humans turning into Walkens.”
“That is alright. You didn’t know better back then, but now you do.”
“I think we should all share our gift of Walkenity with the people of this realm and make them into Walkens too.”
“That’s a wonderful idea.”
“And maybe make a few She-Hessians too?”
“That’s a great idea as well.”
“Those humans are so silly and un-Walken-like, but once we get to them.."
“Chris, that’s good - tell those mean humans!”
Walken himself walked over to me, he looked oh so proud of his Walkens and of me as well - I growled with happiness as he welcomed me into his Walken convert. Finally, my Walken related dreams I had come true. I was now a Walken, just like them.
“Are you ready to help me hunt and Walkenize the humans of this realm?”
“Yes, master…”
“Then let’s go, come my Walkens - the blood moon awaits us.”
“Raaaawr!”
And with that, the whole apartment was converted into a gothic castle to be Walken’s new den for him and his Walken minions including myself. He then instructed us to follow him to the city to hunt for humans, and once we reached the city’s square we all followed his instructions and started our hunt.
In no time at all - I learned to hunt just like them. I spent so much time hunting with the other Walkens that I became a natural in a matter of seconds, later developing my Walken claws as my fingernails lengthened and sharpened and my Walkeny teeth as my canines extended to become akin to fangs while the rest of my teeth became pointed and Hessian-like.
As for what happened later, more and more people were hypnotized, bitten, assimilated and turned into Walkens and She-Hessians to serve Christopher Walken. After all, there is nothing more fun than being a Walken.
Soon, you will all see the beauty of becoming a Walken or She-Hessian for yourselves, for you’re all next and you will join us. Join us. Resistance is futile, you will be Walkenized and you will be a Walken or She-Hessian.
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Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fictional and is based on a comment on a forum thread, if you think it is real you are seriously mental. It is a play on words of the Borg assimilation process from Star Trek: TNG. It has a hypnosis scene, a human to Walken tf scene, and dark scenes in it which may upset sensitive readers.
Walkens featured in this story:
Christopher Walken himself.
Morty (Click)
Archangel Gabriel (Prophecy trilogy)
Frank White (King Of New York)
Vanni Corso. (A Business Affair)
Kim Ulander. (Search And Destroy)
J-Man. (Envy).
Tom. (Pennies From Heaven)
Max Zorin. (A View To A Kill)
Hessian Horseman. (Sleepy Hollow)
Reed Thimple. (Country Bears)
Frank Abagnale Sr (Catch Me If You Can)
Paul Rayburn. (Man On Fire)
Wilbur Turnblad. (Hairspray)
Gyp DeCarlo. (Jersey Boys)
Bobby Mcbain. (Mcbain.)
Bobby Kahn. (Wayne’s World 2)
Robert (The Comfort Of Strangers).
Feng. (Balls Of Fury)
Cousin Bo (Romance And Cigarettes.)
Vincenzo Coccotti. (True Romance.)
Uncle Bill Ferriter. (Trance/The Eternal/Kiss Of The Mummy)
Hans. (Seven Psychopaths)
Max Shreck. (Batman Returns)
Mike Wellington. (The Stepford Wives.)
Calvin Webber. (Blast From The Past)
Secretary William Cleary. (Wedding Crashers)
Nikanor Chevotarevich (The Deer Hunter)
Detective Vince Magnotta. (Ripper.)
Clem Doyle/Anthony Benedetti/Gert Froeb. (Joe Dirt)
Bruce Dickinson. (SNL)
Umberto Bevalaqua. (Illuminata)
Caesar. (Mousehunt)
Johnny Smith. (The Dead Zone).
Cornelius Hatcher. (The Rundown).
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This may seem crazy but what if I told you that there was more than one Christopher Walken and that Walken is everywhere? You would probably think i’m crazy, right? Well prepare for a big surprise. As i’m about to tell you a story which will make you think twice.
It seemed like an ordinary night in my neighbourhood, there were no monsters or villains out tonight and everything was going pretty well. That was before I heard a series of multiple knocks at the door, I wondered who on earth could it be.
“Hopefully they have a good reason for this, because I was just in the middle of chatting to my friends.”
I rushed over to the door, hoping they would have a good reason for interfering with my busy OL schedule. And what I saw when I answered the door surprised me, it was Christopher Walken wearing blood red shades, and there were several other Walkens as well - all of them were characters he had played including the Hessian. I could not believe my eyes, all of these Walkens had somehow appeared over the past few nights without any explanation whatsoever.
“Ah, this will be a perfect place to convert…”
“Convert, into what?”
“Why a Walken’s den of course.”
“But why? Christopher, would you mind explaining what’s going on?”
“You’ll find out soon enough...come my Walkens.”
The Walkens hissed and snarled in unison as they made their way into my apartment, they first started removing everything from my kitchen before heading over to my lab, I tried to stop them but it seemed they were much more powerful than I thought. I ran over to my lab and put it on lockdown to make sure they wouldn’t get in.
“Chris...this is weirding me out, what’s going on?”
“Allow me to explain. You see those Walkens there?”
“Yes.”
“They are all humans.”
“But they’re not...they’re Walken...I mean, they’re you!”
“Well yes, they WERE humans. Until I got my hands on them.”
“What did you do to them?”
“I hypnotized them, infected them and turned them all into what they are now..”
“Have you always been able to do that?”
“Why yes..”
“So why have you decided to come after me?”
“Because YOU...are next.”
“But I...I’m human..”
“You won’t be human for long…”
“You mean?”
“Yes….we’re going to make you a ‘Walken’ too.”
“But I like what am I at the moment.”
I tried to make a mad dash for it and to escape them but Walken himself caught me and picked me up with inhuman strength. I gulped slightly, knowing that what was about to happen wasn’t going to be good.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah...and can you please let me go?”
“I have a better idea...how about you look in my eyes instead?”
Walken’s eyes gave off a supernatural glow as he held me by the neck, I tried to break free of his grip but like I mentioned he was inhumanly strong. I found myself unable to break free as I gazed into his eyes, my mind was slowly but surely blanking out, as I fell into a trance-like state.
“Yes...master…”
“That’s better.”
“I feel so strange, yet so relaxed.”
“That’s because of my hypnotic powers.”
“Master, your powers are amazing.”
“Tell me, how do you feel about humans now?”
“Humans are so funny, master.”
“Indeed so.”
“They are afraid of us, but yet they love us oh so much.”
“Yes they are, but you won’t be one of them for long.”
“You mean...i’m…”
“That’s right.”
Walken put me down and then gestured to the other Walkens, the other Walkens gathered around in response to their master. He perched over me in an angel-like fashion as I fell deeper and deeper into the trance. The effects of the trance increased as my mostly human thoughts slowly began fading away, replaced with thoughts of serving him. In the process, I started to drift off, as my dreams became hypnotic and filled to the brim with Walken-like thoughts.
I dreamed of being just like Walken himself and of being a perfectly loyal Walken, ever so devoted to my master and all so happy, blissful and Walkeny. Of being free of my hum-drum human life and joining the other Walkens as his voice echoed in my mind. I started to groan a little in my sleep, muttering Walken’s lines to myself in between several low growls.
Walken’s voice echoed in my mind as the dreams continued, hypnotically intoning me and enticing me, triggering the change from human into Walken. As strange as the changes were, they felt so good that it just seemed right to give into them. Becoming less and less human and more like Walken. As the dreams ended with me in my Walkenized state letting out a fierce Walken-like roar, I awoke to hear a growling sound coming from my stomach, I was beginning to feel so thirsty.
My appetite was shifting, human food and drink were no longer succificable, only blood would do. I wanted blood and lots of it, why just thinking about it was enough to make me pant.
Walken gave me a bottle containing freshly slain human blood, I licked my lips as he presented it to me. I couldn’t wait to drink it all up, so I asked nicely if I could have them some, after he said yes - I began to gently suckle on the bottle like a baby or toddler drinking milk from a baby bottle.
“Mmmm...this is delicious blood, master..”
“I’m glad you think it is delicious, because you’ll be drinking this from now on.”
“Master?”
“As I mentioned before, you are next...to become a ‘Walken’ that is.”
“Oooh! I’ve always wanted to be a Walken, they are so beautiful.”
“And you shall be beautiful too.”
“How?”
“Let me bite you..”
“I will let you bite me, master…”
He slinked up to me as his teeth lengthened and sharpened, he reached for the neap of my neck and gently sank his teeth into a bit of skin on it, as bits of blood dripped off, he lapped them up with fervor.
“Now...how did that feel?”
“Oh, master that felt so...so….rrrr.”
“Nice?”
I nodded before covering my mouth out of embarrassment, after all - I did just growl. Having heard my growl, he turned to me and chuckled. I blushed a little, still feeling a little bit embarrassed about growling in his presence.
“Yes.”
“What’s wrong, why are you so embarrassed?”
“I think I may have gotten a bit too carried away.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I growled…”
“Growling is natural for a Walken, you shouldn’t be ashamed.”
“I shouldn’t?”
“Your Walkeny instincts and traits are already developing after all.”
“Is that why I am starting to think like...a...Walken?”
“Yes, my bite enhances the effects of the hypnotic process.”
“It’s so soothing, master...all I want to do is serve you.”
“Your human thoughts are already being drained out and being replaced with Walken-like thoughts.”
“Oooh..”
“Soon, all you will be thinking of will be music, dancing, cowbell, blood and being a good obedient Walken.”
“Is this natural too?”
“Yes...it’s all part of your transformation.”
“Does it hurt?”
“There is no pain with human to Walken transformations, only bliss.”
“Pure...Walkeny bliss?”
“Yes...it feels good to submit..and give in.”
Walken was right, with the developing Walkeny instincts and traits taking over - it just felt natural for me to relax and give in to the beautiful process of Walkenization. My thoughts becoming even more Walkeny as I began to think of singing, dancing, acting, and being ever so loyal to him. In the process, I was now completely forgetting that I ever thought bad things about the whole ordeal.
My interests also shifted - focusing less on science and more on singing, dancing, acting, hunting and all kinds of delightfully Walkeny things. The whole mental half of the process was making me feel oh so happy and blissfully entranced.
I just wanted to give in to the Walken-like urges and feelings, it just seemed natural to do so - after all, resistance was most un-walkeny. And I wanted to please him by being the best Walken ever.
I couldn’t wait to join the other Walkens and be oh so Walkeny with them, the gift of Walken was just too good to keep to myself. I knew that I was going to make an excellent Walken and that it would give me ever so much pleasure.
“Mmmm...yes, it feels marvelous..rrrrr…”
“That’s it, growl...give in… let your Walkenizing instincts take hold.”
“Aaaawr...mmm...yes, rrrr…”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Aaaawrrr….yeeeessss..”
“You’re such a good obedient Walken.. aren’t you?”
“Yes, master…”
“Of course you are, and I am your master.”
“Yes...you are…”
“You love to obey and serve me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, master.”
“You feel so much happier when you are like this…”
“Aaaawrrr...yes, so happy, blissful...Walkeny!”
“That’s a good Walken.”
“Mmm...rr…”
I growled slightly in pleasure as the Walkeny instincts continued to take hold, I was begging to be fed blood played by my beloved master, to hear the harmonious sound of cowbell, to be conditioned and transformed into being a perfectly Walkeny Walken. I felt so at peace, relaxed and calm that it felt just right to accept the process.
Speaking of the process, the physical half of the transformation was about to begin with as the other Walkens circled around me. My Walkeny brethren, all waiting in baited breath for me to join them.
“My Walkens will help you shed your human form and become one of us..”
“Aaaawrrr...yes! I want to be transformed so badly.”
“And you shall…”
One of the Walkens, which was Morty, - reached for my hand and gently massaged it, which slowly caused it to shift. Skin imperfections were slowly but surely fading away as my arms were elongating, growing longer and thinner and shifting to resemble Walken’s arms. A pale skintone crept up my arms as well as my torso, stomach, shoulders and back as they also became more lithe. My hands shifted until they resembled Walken’s, as my fingers grew longer, my knuckles becoming more sharply pronounced.
My shirt was getting tight and it was straining to hold on until it ripped apart, only to reform into an elegant dress shirt that matched my more slender upperbody, yet I didn’t mind - because I didn’t need clothing like that, all Walkens need in terms of clothing is black and silver with a Hessian styled motif.
Arching my much more slender back, I growled a few more times - gesturing the next Walken, Archangel Gabriel from the Prophecy to come closer. He touched my legs with his angel’s touch and I felt them stretch and elongate, becoming longer as the pale skintone crept up them.
My jeans peeled apart in a matter of seconds before reforming into a pair of slim, long, elegant black dress pants to go with my new shirt - my slipper socks hardening and reforming into a pair of fine black dress shoes. I now was very much like Walken in terms of my build around my upperbody and lowerbody, so lithe, elegant and beautiful.
I examined my new build, and was deeply enamored by it - my entire body was now covered in Walken’s signature ghostly pale skintone, I moaned slightly but it sounded like another growl, by now I had accepted that growling was natural and wasn’t ashamed of it.
Two more Walkens, Frank White and Vanni Corso massaged my much leaner back, making me grow taller until I was about the same height as Walken which was about 6’ft. I growled happily as the Walken-like instincts began taking over full circle.
I developed the urge to dance, which was triggered by the playing of the song Weapon Of Choice - as my legs and feet started moving in time to the beat, rhythm and words of the song. Naturally I started to get up and dance, and it felt all so good to dance and be so blissfully Walkeny, I had found I had become much agile and my dance skills were now greatly improved, to be just like Walken’s. The other Walkens started dancing as well including Wilbur Turnblad, Tom, J-Man, Max Zorin, and Feng - all mimicking Walken’s moves from the music video.
Max Shreck and Cousin Bo ran their fingers through my hair, making it prickle up and turn sandy brown almost blonde with the texture and style of Walken’s own hair. I was really enjoying the process which was pleasing Walken very much.
The next group of Walkens lead by Vincenzo Coccotti and Kim Ulander followed by Bobby Kahn, Johnny Smith, Caesar the Exterminator, Mike Wellington, Paul Rayburn, Bobby McBain, Nikanor Chevotarevich and Robert massaged my neck as my neckline elongated, becoming longer and thinner until it resembled Walken’s own - with the pale skintone creeping up it, my senses heightening to inhuman levels.
Hans and Detective Vince Magnotta were next as they started cleaning up my face, making the pale skintone form on it, my eyebrows thinned out and turned the same colour as my hair. My next change came in the form of my eyes as I gazed into the Hessian Horseman’s aquamarine blue eyes, my own eyes changing from hazel to an icy blue colour with dark green inner rings.
Gyp DeCarlo and Bruce Dickinson took turns massaging my forehead which helped bring in more Walkeny thoughts and instincts, my forehead elevating itself higher up as my eyes became narrower, spreading out and becoming slightly sunken. Cornelius Hatcher reached for my nose, gently touching it as it altered in shape, shrinking slightly until it morphed to resemble Walken’s own.
Umberto Bevalaqua touched my face, causing my lips to thin out and slowly shift to be crescentian in shape, with the tips becoming pointed just like well...you know, Walken.
The Hessian Horseman snarled as he put his signature gloved hands around my chin, causing my chin to narrow out as my jaw-line became more angular, my cheekbones were becoming sharply more pronounced as my cheeks became slightly sunken. I growled in happiness as Clem Doyle/Anthony Benedetti/Gert Froebe patted me on the head as my head shape altered to be more drachy/mesoian, in the process giving me a very haunting and striking resemblance to Walken.
But the work of the Walkens was not done yet, Calvin Webber and Uncle Bill both massaged my throat, making my voice deepen, growing lower and gruffer, gravelly but also very distinctive, alluring and hypnotic - developing Walken’s signature tone, speech patterns, mannerisms, and New York accent. My voice now was that of Walken himself.
With conditioning from Reed Thimple and Secretary William Cleary, all of my recollections of ever being a ‘human’ disappeared as did the memories of what appeared before the Walken encounter, I wasn’t Nathan anymore….my transformation was complete, I had become one of them.
I was now a perfect Walkeny clone of Christopher Walken himself.
“Now you are one of us...now tell me, what is your name?”
“Christopher, but you can call me Chris.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“My name is Chris and I am a Walken.”
“That’s right, you are one of us now...a Walken.”
“I’m so beautiful and hypnotic.”
“How do you feel?”
“I feel so happy and at peace.”
“Do you have anything to say?”
“I am sorry for ever thinking that Walken and you guys were evil and for trying to escape from you - after all, I like the idea of humans turning into Walkens.”
“That is alright. You didn’t know better back then, but now you do.”
“I think we should all share our gift of Walkenity with the people of this realm and make them into Walkens too.”
“That’s a wonderful idea.”
“And maybe make a few She-Hessians too?”
“That’s a great idea as well.”
“Those humans are so silly and un-Walken-like, but once we get to them.."
“Chris, that’s good - tell those mean humans!”
Walken himself walked over to me, he looked oh so proud of his Walkens and of me as well - I growled with happiness as he welcomed me into his Walken convert. Finally, my Walken related dreams I had come true. I was now a Walken, just like them.
“Are you ready to help me hunt and Walkenize the humans of this realm?”
“Yes, master…”
“Then let’s go, come my Walkens - the blood moon awaits us.”
“Raaaawr!”
And with that, the whole apartment was converted into a gothic castle to be Walken’s new den for him and his Walken minions including myself. He then instructed us to follow him to the city to hunt for humans, and once we reached the city’s square we all followed his instructions and started our hunt.
In no time at all - I learned to hunt just like them. I spent so much time hunting with the other Walkens that I became a natural in a matter of seconds, later developing my Walken claws as my fingernails lengthened and sharpened and my Walkeny teeth as my canines extended to become akin to fangs while the rest of my teeth became pointed and Hessian-like.
As for what happened later, more and more people were hypnotized, bitten, assimilated and turned into Walkens and She-Hessians to serve Christopher Walken. After all, there is nothing more fun than being a Walken.
Soon, you will all see the beauty of becoming a Walken or She-Hessian for yourselves, for you’re all next and you will join us. Join us. Resistance is futile, you will be Walkenized and you will be a Walken or She-Hessian.
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