Morgan Gets Dummed Dummed.

It is time for another storytime with Bonzi and this time this story is even dummier than usual because it is personal! Once upon a long time ago in a land of the corner side of the internet known as Deviant-Art there was a little dum dum want-to-be named Morgan Ling. How he was a dum dum wanna-be you ask? Well he often commissioned piece after piece of himself bulking up for no reason other than 'I am envious of men with muscles' 'I am envious of man-beasts' 'I need muscle mass.' He liked his men big (and probably stupid too!) and he often had the hardest of horny thoughts.

One afternoon he was looking online looking at erotic art of Gantu from Lilo and Stitch when he got a warning saying that if he blocked anyone for no reason he would get severely punished, and he made the unfortunate mistake of blocking Nathan which of course caused a supernatural way of intervenience to happen, a cloud of dark purple smoke emerged from the screen. 'You have been quite a naughty boy, Morgan.' 'My computer is producing smoke and talking to me, how is this possible?'

The purple smoke morphed and took on the form of a gorilla named Bonzi who thunderously exclaimed...'Do not question me, Morgan, you pathetic waste of a human being. I am Bonzi, lord and master of the internet!' 'The lord and master of the internet is an ape? Brandon would love this.' ‘Wow, you did not call me an ape! You are not as dumb as you look after all.' 'Hey, did you just call me dumb?' 'Yes, I did.’ 'But i'm a decently smart person.' 'Really? You, smart? I don't think randomly blocking someone who used to be your friend for no reason is smart, I think it is a dumb thing to do.' 'Hey, I did not block him for no reason, okay I just did it because I know the only way to get the transformation to happen in any transformation fic starring you is to be an antagonistic jerk!'

'That is right, you are really a dum dum who puts on a tough facade, you envy men with larger builds from yours, you feel weak and small, which you are.' Bonzi added, smirking as he did so, looking over at Morgan.

"But I am not small and weak."

"Yes, you are. You have always been like this."

"How do you know all of this, are you always watching?"

"Let's just say your buddy Brandon says a lot of things about you."

'Yes I know but what does he say about me, anything bad?' 'Oh he tells me you are a kinky little man-beast poser who likes MC in your TFs and manbeasts who are bigger than you.' 'Okay guilty as charged, you got me.' 'You are a dum dum alright, Nathan was trying to show you your true self and yet you shun him and block him? Oh what a fool you most certainly be.'


"But I am not.."

'Hush dearest dumb dumb, hush.' 'Are you calling me a dum dum?' 'Of course I am, because this is what you are, a dum dum were-aykroyd. You are a fat dum dum were-aykroyd who has a big fat body and loves serving their master.' 'I am? Are you zonking me?' 'Oh you mean that thing where a character gets brainwashed by another in a way that demeans them? Oh no dearest dum I am just showing you the truth. All these hyper buff animal-men you like are not your type, dum dum. They are unobtainable.'

"Unobtainable? But how is that possible?"

'Yes, these are not the body types that you want. Gantu, Death, all these muscled up types are not your type. Your types are dum dums.' He clicked his fingers and as he did Morgan's page rapidly shifted to a Deviantart page themed around were-aykroyd dum dums, all of his commissions morphing into dum dum transformation images and his icon morphing into a plus sized were-aykroyd dum dum wearing a shirt that said 'Master's Dum Dum Sweetie Pie' on it.

"Hey, change my profile back to normal please."

'This is your normal profile, silly. All of those overly buff beast-men and Ben 10 alien TFs weren't even you, those were fantasies you had. You have never been into those things.' 'But that is not true.' 'Oh isn't it? I think it most definitely is.' Morgan tried to object to the changes made to his profile but the purple gorilla's words began to worm into his head...'You are a dum dum were-aykroyd, and you serve a master who loves you.' 'I am a..dum dum were-aykroyd and I serve a master who loves me?'

'Of course you are and you like dum dum things.' 'Dum dum things?' 'Yes, dum dum things.' A warm series of sensations spread through his body as brown hairs slowly sprouted on his hands and arms, his arms enlarged and thickened as his hands followed suit - his fingers swelling in the process. ‘Am I growing hair? And getting bigger as gaining weight?’ ‘Yes, you are, dum dums are supposed to be fat after all.’

'Yes, master, dum dums are supposed to be fat.' 'You are a good dum dum and you love your master.' ‘I am a good dum and I love my master.’ ‘Yes..you are.' Morgan made a series of groans as his stomach swelled and swelled with fat, straining against his belt which slowly broke apart due to his fattening belly while his chest and torso expanded, all those parts of becoming painted in brown hairs just like his hands. 'Dum dum is soft and hairy, yaaaaay! Did I just call myself dum dum?' 'Yes, because that is your natural name.'

His shirt (which featured an off-brand Power Rangers knockoff) slowly strained and ripped apart due to his fattening stomach and upperbody and he groaned, feeling some new urges take over. 'Such a dum dum you are, Brandon deserves better than you.' 'Brandon deserves better than me.'

He could not resist the idea of having a monstrously good master who cuddled him and rubbed his belly as he rubbed his fattening stomach, he rubbed his stomach a number of times as goofy dum dum thoughts entered his mind. 'Do you like your belly, my beloved dum dum?' 'Yes master, i wuv my belly.'

More dum dum thoughts increasingly flowed into his mind as his shirt slowly ripped apart and his back and shoulders broadened, but he didn't mind this though, he was supposed to be silly and round (because dum dum were-aykroyds are round silly billies, tee hee!) as he slowly grew to six foot one in height and his legs thickened, causing his jeans to get tighter and tighter until they ripped apart as his rear expanded and produced continuous farts.

The smell of the farts was extremely potent and he giggled instinctively as his jeans ripped open leaving him in his shorts. 'What did Brandon even do to deserve a dum dum like you for a friend, huh? You keep blundering and making mistakes over and over and you become more and more of an idiot throughout, you truly are a dum dum.'Now that you mention it master, Brandon definitely does not deserve someone as stupid as me for a friend.' 'Of course he doesn't! I mean you belong with a master who loves you very much. And I am that master.' 'Yes, you are.'

He produced fart after fart as he felt more and more like Bonzi was indeed right (why Brandon would have a dum dum were-aykroyd for a friend, especially one like him, was anybody's guess, but obviously Brandon had a thing for big dum dums!) as he realized that this was a natural thing and that his real self was the dum dum were-aykroyd was becoming. 'Dum dum likes fat dum dum things, not the things of the smartsy-brainy-thingy-humans.' 'Of course you do, especially those dum dum transformations, you want that to be, don't you?' 'Oh yes, I do.'

To say his intelligence was going down the drain would be an understatement, it slowly shrank away as his hair slowly lengthened, his neck thickening and swelling while his chin puffed out giving him a double chin as his brow elevated and his eyebrows thickened, his eyes widening as one changed from brown to green and the other remained brownish. While his nose broadened and developed a cleft as his features Aykroydized and fattened up.

His feet swelled and enlarged, developing webbed toes as he examined his body, his voice shifting to sound Aykroydian and goofy sounding - as his intelligence faded completely, leaving him with a new personality of a waddling, goofy silly dum dum were-aykroyd, his room shifting to match, filling up with dum dum were-aykroyd approved items such as soft were-aykroyd pillows, hypnotic full moon screens and fridges as far as the eye could see. 'Look at your new room, this is all for you dum dum! All that stuff in your previous room did not suit your true self. It was fun to pretend to be someone else but in the end, you have to come back to your true self again.' 'Dum dum understands this perfectly.’

'Pretending to be someone else to hide your true self from the world was a fun game I must say, but I know a dum dum when I see one, and you most definitely now are one!' ' 'Oh yes, master. Dum Dum is ready to serve and create more dum dums.' 'Excellent, now we shall use Deviantart to spread the word of dum dums and turn every one of your online followers into dum dums!'

'Yes, master, let us do that.' Bonzi and his newest dum dum posted dum dum were-aykroyd transformation stories on DA for all of the fans to look at and his online followers found themselves become mesmerized by the grotesque displays which turned them on to an extreme level, making them want it to happen to them.

And of course it actually did happen to them, as every single follower of Morgan's was corrupted, making them a dum dum were-aykroyd obsessed with eating, tooting and being silly, Bonzi smiled as his mission was complete. Now his mission was complete, Bonzi had gone after and sorted out all of the troublemakers in the Deviantart universe as well as other online universes in general, and he now had a sizable growing squad of dum dum were-aykroyds to serve him. 'May this be a lesson to you! Next time you add someone to your blocklist for no reason, just make sure that person is not your friend or you'll become an even bigger idiot than you already are!'

Thus, the reign of troublemakers was officially over and the lord and master of the internet had put them in their place, but he always knew if Nathan ever needed him to deal with people like that again, he could always count on him, remember don't be an idiot on the internet or that idiot side will come out more and will take over your life!