Were-Aykroyd of Nile Road

 Hello, my name is Nathan Forester and I write a series of stories under the username Monstermaster13 and it’s no secret that in these stories I love transforming into things, even into different people. I personally think celebrity transformations are underappreciated, yeah there are some people that find them to be creepy and what not but I don’t care about those people…those people can suck it, personally if you dislike something that’s fine, but doing stuff like going on about it is toxic and bad for you anyway.

Now one celebrity I frequently had dreams about transforming into was Dan Aykroyd, now I had always been obsessed with Dan, ever since two years ago but still…I love Dan, and those dreams even though they were dreams..felt real to me, as if Dan was speaking to me in them and like he was always there…akin to a spirit animal if you will.   Basically it feels very real to the point in said dreams I can identify as a ‘Were-Aykroyd’, and maybe I am one…I don’t know, I do write about them though.

There is one Were-Aykroyd related dream I remember having that takes place at my old home in England, basically it’s one where I am washing up in the bathroom and I open my eyes, my eyes aren’t my eyes, well you know the ending of Michael Jackson’s Thriller where MJ has those cat eyes, well it was just like that only my eyes looked like Vic Zeck’s and I even had a chrome tooth like Vic’s.  I could have sworn I was starting to turn into Vic, my reflection looked a bit like his.  

“Am I…Vic?  I cannot be him since i’m me. But am I turning into him?”

“Maybe you are, maybe you are a were-aykroyd.”

“A were-aykroyd, me?  I don’t think so.”

The dream had a very Rosemary's Baby meets the Burbs vibe to it only of course without the whole being impregnated by Satan thing, and well it was very surreal. Surreal to see myself looking like this character,  of course I didn’t think it was just a bad thing…just a little bit weird, a little bit bizarre.  But it was just a dream, right?  I didn’t think it was possible for were-aykroyds to exist, yet alone for me to be one…especially since I hadn’t been turned by one, at least not yet…or maybe it was true. One night I was very much in my room, on my computer and minding my own business, hey…outside of fighting villains, my life is pretty ordinary when I got an email from someone who very much thought I was Dan based on my icon.  So I figured…’hey, if this is a joke I might as well play along with it. Why not tempt fate a little bit.’  ‘So are you Dan Aykroyd?’

“I might be…”

“You don’t resemble or sound like him.”

“Well…let’s just say that this is just my daytime form.”

“So you’re…a Were-Aykroyd then?”

“Maybe…but then again I’d know if I was one.”

As I acted in character as ‘Dan’,  I began to sense that this person wanted more than to just toy with me, he really wanted to know if I was Dan Aykroyd which of course I wasn’t…but as I was doing, I sensed the presence of a supernatural being. That being I sensed was a spirit that took on the form of Dan himself, I gasped for a bit. ‘Hmm…I didn’t know I could do that? Is Dan my spirit guide?  Or a tulpa?  Am I dreaming?’  ‘If this was a dream you would be asleep right now, which  I assume you’re not.’  ‘Oh that’s right, I am not asleep.’  

I thought about what I was doing for a little bit while trying my best, but as I did…I felt Dan enter me, as in he entered my body and possessed me. ‘Okay…that was surreal. I have been possessed by Dan.’  My stomach started to gurgle as if I had eaten something bad and then I knew…something was about to happen as the night’s magic influenced my possession, the first thing I noticed was that my skin was losing some imperfections and also maturing a bit, making me look like I was in my late 60’s.  Yet I myself didn’t age at all, I personally had a phobia of age changes due to a Goosebumps episode, you know the one with the aunt who ages her sons up to hook them up with her friends.  And that aging Haunted Mansion portrait. You know, the one that is called Master Gracey or the ‘Ghost Host’, even though it’s odd that Master Gracey in the Eddie Murphy Haunted Mansion movie didn’t resemble the portrait, okay there was that scene of Jim Evars seeing a decaying version of himself in the mirror that was supposed to be a reference to that portrait.

The next thing I noticed after that was my night-shirt getting a bit tighter as my chest and torso broadened, and I felt what appeared to be brown hairs developing on it. I tried plucking one off and it hurt like her,  the hairs weren’t fake…these were real. And that’s when I saw the hairs growing on my arms,  they were just like the ones on my chest.  ‘Woah…this is surreal. What’s happening to me…I think i’m…no way.’   My arms enlarged as my hands also grew in size, my fingernails did grow a little bit longer but not enough to resemble claws.

The hairs were also spreading on my stomach which was broadening and growing too, pushing against my night-shirt and causing some of the buttons to pop off. I looked at my body and was conflicted,  I was afraid yet fascinated.  My back broadened as I felt my pants get a bit tighter at the back,  my shoulders also broadened with a loud crunch. As mentioned, I was very conflicted as I was afraid but also fascinated and even started to feel like I was getting…sexier? I didn’t know that at the time but I knew what the term ‘simping’ meant and I was simping over my own appearance if that was possible in any way, which it definitely was.  I was confused, I didn’t know how to feel about it…I felt like I should be afraid yet I was oddly attracted to my own transforming body and form as I saw my legs altering and my feet also began to grow, growing out and bursting right out of my slipper socks.  Two of the toes on each foot joined at the knuckle and gave me the appearance of having webbed feet as I slowly saw myself grow from 5’7 to 6’1. It was then without a question I realized I was turning into Dan, and that’s when I tried to get out of character, which I did…only to get possessed a second time by him.

It was most certainly surreal seeing myself change like this, seeing myself transform into Dan just like in my dreams, my dreams of me becoming Dan, of my mind always making me wish I was him only to make me transform into him…if it wasn’t so forced and shocking I wouldn’t have been so embarrassed about it, but turning into Dan at the most inopportune of times in said dreams was always a problem.  I looked at myself from the back and blushed, as I felt my rear plumping up,  making me look like I had become rather thicc.  ‘Damn…that podcast I listened to wasn’t lying when they talked about Dan’s butt like that.’

A bit of the fear that was going through my head was being mixed in with some oddly uhh…morbidly fascinated ones about how ‘sexy’ I looked and how I looked like I could be what was known as a DILF.  I remembered this was a major part of the dreams I had about becoming him and that was the part that always fascinated me. And I remembered the dream I had, with me having Vic Zeck’s eyes, his chrome tooth and appearance.  Maybe this was what a Were-Aykroyd does, turn into Dan or a different character of his. I couldn’t exactly recall if I had even been a Were-Aykroyd before/prior but now I felt like I definitely did.

I blushed as the transformation seemed to pause for a bit to let me simp over myself, with a body like this I figured it would be nice to take a closer look.  I ran my fingers through some of the hairs in my chest. ‘Hey…this isn’t a bad look. I think I like this.’  Of course this wasn’t the last part of the transformation and I felt the transformation was going to continue further.  

The changes moved upwards to my head as my hair slowly darkened and also grew a little bit longer but also took on a specifically Aykroydian style as my brows thickened a little, not too bushy but still nice and expressive as my eyes widened. One turning from brown to green and the other remaining brown as my brow altered, my forehead pulsating and growing a bit in length but it didn’t resemble what the remulakians in Coneheads called a ‘cone’, my nose broadened a bit as a small cleft materialized in the middle while my lips plumped up and my facial features contorted and shifted.  They shifted from their normal look into ones that looked a lot like Dan’s, which brought to mind the dreams I had about my face morphing into his and those were some amazing dreams.   

I examined myself, I felt my face as it took on those Aykroydian features..my eyes gave off a supernatural glow for a few brief seconds as I found myself developing some new powers, powers that went with my new form/appearance.  These powers were related to the dreams I had, so…I had Were-Aykroyd powers.  ‘Okay, now this is pretty cool. I was worried about this at first but now I see my dreams have been realized.’

“Yes they certainly have…because you are me, you’re a version of me anyway.”

“Dan?”

“Yes…sorry for possessing you by the way.”

“You don’t need to apologize, that was kind of interesting.”

I chuckled to myself and as I did, my voice contorted and developed…contorting and altering to become just as Aykroydian as my appearance, becoming Dan’s voice. I developed a few Aykroydian mannerisms of my own and started to think a little like some of his characters but I was still myself, I wasn’t completely Dan, the real Dan was still there, it’s just he was possessing me and influencing me.   I looked at myself for a little as I realized that this was what happened in my dreams, only my dreams weren’t clear on whether or not it was a complete change but I like to imagine it was.

My transformation reached completion as I definitely felt like I was more of a ‘Dan’, and like I was Dan’s twin, but I was still Nathan in terms of my own memories but I had a few new memories as well,  new memories about the dreams I had in which I had supernatural powers such as being able to control fire and water and electricity and even ones in which I spoke to the spirits, I remembered speaking to the voices in the sky, and the voices in the sky were two deceased celebs, David Bowie and Glenn Shadix.  Glenn’s voice would definitely suit that type of role to be honest given his work, I mean if anyone is going to be a spirit both in actuality and in dreams it is going to be Glenn…because who better to do it than Otho himself?  

I remembered that the Dan related dreams were telling me something, those times in the dreams I said I identified as a ‘Were-Aykroyd’ and those times in which I tried to convince the full moon spirit that I was another species of werecreature because apparently the spirit just didn’t think were-celebrities were a thing or didn’t let me be a Were-Aykroyd at all, those dreams were telling me something, that all of those stories were paying off in a gigantic way. Looking at myself in the mirror I blushed. ‘I certainly do look gorgeous like this.’

“Oh yes, you definitely do.”

“I’ve been writing about this for so long and dreaming about it for so long and now it finally happened, I am you…i’m Dan Aykroyd, well i’m still me but partially i’m you.”

“Yeah…you’re a were-version of me.”

“I guess that makes me a Were-Aykroyd now?”

“Oh yes, you’re definitely one now.”

I thought of what to do now that I was Dan and everything and then I realized, I could probably make more Were-Aykroyds since that was what I always do in the stories of were-aykroydism, and I could possibly start work on the Aykroyd-verse, which of course was already in progress because of the characters from Dan’s movies now being real and being very close to me, in fact they kind of viewed me as their ‘brother’, well…Austin Milbarge, Elwood,  Ray Stantz, Ray Zalinski, Vic Zeck,  Clifford Skridlow, Sgt Tree and the others did. And Vic was definitely the Aykroyd character who gave me were-aykroyd powers in the dream where I first developed, and while I initially felt ticked off that Grocer did try to attack me to get me to transform once, he apologized, he wasn’t a villain anymore anyway.

Initially I didn’t think Tom Everett would make a good member of the team because I wasn’t a big fan of Caddyshack II, in fact I hated it, not as much as Christmas With The Kranks but I hated that movie nonetheless. But Tom turned out to be pretty useful and he redeemed himself as well.  You know, I think that I definitely am a Were-Aykroyd now as opposed to how I definitely didn’t think I was one before.  You can call me Dan by the way, i’m a Canadian Were-Aykroyd in New Zealand, or specifically a Canadian Were-Aykroyd in Nile Road.  Now every night I become like this, and i’ve got these powers too. I don’t need brainwashed maid-slaves, transfurs or any of those creatures that invoke thoughts of unpleasantness whenever they turn up in any thing, i’m a Were-Aykroyd.