Moira the Demon Bitch.

It is time for storytime with Bonzi and now we have a new victim - I mean person to tell the tale of! Once upon a time in the land of Deviantart there was a nasty bitch by the name of Moira Willenov (and oh boy Moira was such a bitch she was the ultimate in bitchiness!) who acted like people with other opinions were rude and horrible people and were hypocrites while also favoriting and commenting on fetish pieces involving pup play, latex and mind control (she never let her friends know about it because he knew they would mock her for it!).

One day she went too far and she bitched about an opinion over fetishes that the user who made said opinion did not like...'How dare you act like you are the one to tell people what kinks to have, you rude and disgusting prick! Look at you bitching about other people's fetishizes, who do you think you are, ruler of the internet? I think not, judging by mistakes in your past.' 'Oh noes, I don't like pup play and BDSM the most basic of kinks meant for people that are in the humilation crowd and i'm on a fetish site, I must be burned at the stake!'

'You're not even listening to me, are you?' 'I do not take people like you seriously, you are a Karen wanna-be who does nothing but whine. Look it's called an opinion, ever heard of it? No? Maybe you should look it up.' 'You're being rude to me!' 'No you were rude to me, you are the hypocrite, I know your embarrassing kink fascination.' ‘Who the hell told you I get off to pup play and MC?’ ‘Oh I know someone who certainly did tell me a lot about it alright.’

A cloud of purple smoke emerged from the wall and took on the form of an anthropomorphic purple gorilla in a snazzy suit…’And that someone is me.’ ‘Who the heck are you, some kind of NFT?’ ‘An NFT? Young lady, I am Bonzi, lord and master of the internet and you are going to learn a harsh lesson!’ ‘Do not talk to me like that.’ ‘I will talk to you however I want, people like you sicken me.’

Bonzi looked over at Moira and smirked…’So, you like dogs, do you?’ ‘Oh yes, I would love to get into pup play.’ ‘Oh I am going to have so much fun ruining you.’ He made a collar with her name manifest on the table next to her, the collar floated over to her and placed itself around her neck. ‘Aaaaw, your new collar suits you.’

“Get this thing off of me!”

“Nope, I will not. Maybe if you stop being a rude entitled brat I will.”

“I am not a brat!”

‘I beg to differ, you act like people are not allowed to have opinions that differ than yours. You act like such a karen whenever people question a fetish that you think everyone else likes. Like seriously? Everyone likes clown TFs you say? I do not believe that.’ ‘But…’ ‘And guess what, nobody likes pedophilia, fetishizing a child character is never okay. Noddy and Bart Simpson are little boys for crying out loud! Everyone likes sexual kink art of kid characters, you say? Oh I am sorry, unless you are Brian Peck or Dan Schneider I do not see why anyone would be into that.’

“Okay you are right there.”

“That is right, I am right. And you are wrong, it all boils down to you learning a lesson.”

He clicked his fingers as the collar lit up which caused Moira to feel a series of warm sensations which spread throughout her whole body, her arms slowly bulked up and swelled with fat as the sleeves of her shirt (which featured a Pal World ‘Pal’ on it) slowly ripped off while fur slowly across her arms and on her hands which were thickening, deforming and swelling. ‘What the hell is happening to my body, am I becoming a monster?’ ‘Yes, you are, a monster mother dog to be exact.’

She panicked as her fingernails deformed and her shirt slowly strained and ripped apart as her torso, chest and breasts swelled, all developing a large amount of fat as fur grew all over them and her breasts pumped up with milk flowing from inside them and dripping all over the floor..’Oh my god I am lactating! This is like so gross and weird.’ ‘Funny, you act like other people disliking certain fetishizations is wrong, yet you do not like lactation?’ ‘Hey, stop mocking me like that.’ ‘Sounds like you are the hypocrite, dear. And nobody is going to take you seriously when you look like that.’

Bonzi teased her and smacked her several times, punishing her for being rude to him and as he smacked her repeatedly she began to swell even more, growing fatter and fatter as her legs thickened and her belly inflated, breaking her shirt into tiny scraps which fell on the floor, she panted and begged and complained, but the purple gorilla did not listen to her (because people like her should never be taken seriously!) and he continued to punish her.

‘Hey, this is not fair, stop it.’ ‘Oh do not be like that, you like this very much, my horny little canine cupcake!’ ‘Look I know I said I liked pup play but not like this.’ ‘Oh but you did mean it like that, I saw you giving envious looks to those people in anthro dog costumes. You wanted that, did you not? Of course you did. Just like how you envied those anthro animal-women in the art you see, you envy them and want to be treated like a pet, so you shall be my pet!’

He whipped her and smacked her, her rear inflating as it pushed against her jeans, her jeans and the belt slowly ripping and breaking apart as her rear fattened up and a bushy black tail emerged from it. ‘A tail? Now I have a tail?’ ‘Why yes, because all good doggie oggums, like you, have tails!’ She panicked as her feet slowly swelled and broke through her socks, her feet deforming and looking more like those of a monster than those of a human.

She whimpered as she slowly grew in height to six foot three as her shoulders and back broadened, the fur that was the same color as her tail had completely covered her body as her neck thickened. ‘Please do not do this to me.’ ‘You can beg and plead all you want but rude behavior only makes me want you to stay like that forever.’

Her hair slowly grew longer and messier as her eyebrows thickened, her eyes turned from their normal color to blood red as her teeth sharpened, her face deforming and pushing into a demonic looking canine muzzle as her voice gruffened. ‘I am sorry, please.’ ‘You should have said that before this whole mess even happened, you should have learned to accept other people for their opinions instead of being a bitch about it!’

She continued to whimper and cry as Bonzi smacked her, with each smack..her memories and personality altered, making her feel less and less like she was human, she was still female but she felt more and more like she had been a dog-monster or demonic weredog to be exact, and with the final smack - on her large behind, she fully regretted attacking others for their opinions and broke down crying. ‘I am sorry, so sorry.’ ‘Too late now, maybe if you were not such a karen, I would have spared you but you just had to prove that you could not take it like a woman but instead like a dog! And now you are suffering for it.’

“But my friends will remember me for being good to them.”

‘Poor deluded creature. No one will remember the rude comments you made, or the questionable fetish content, or how many friends actually agreed with you. But everyone will you whimpering and crying as your body fattens up, the rips coming from the fabric as your puny clothes slowly tear apart, the warping of your fragile little psyche as your lose your old rude persona to the new one that is developing, and the horrendous demonic roars that you emitted when your demonic side took over!’

“I am a metal head weredog, no I am not, no wait…I am.”

It did not take long for her to forget why she even started said argument to begin with (because that was associated with her old ‘rude’ persona and one she now had outgrown) as a new persona developed, that of an eager demonic weredog who loved to listen to heavy metal music, and who was loyal to Bonzi as well. ‘Master Bonzi, I am much better now.’ ‘That is good to hear. Now let us change your profile.’

Bonzi used his powers to change her profile, changing it from a gallery consisting of art related to engines and machines to a page themed around heavy metal rock bands and also of horror, with even the descriptions changing to match her specific tastes. She no longer liked stuff like BDSM and MC, instead she liked demons, horror elements and horror movies, she was a metal head weredog through and through.

Her room even shifted to match, showing multiple slasher movie posters, monster models and metal band posters. And she realized that this was indeed her true self, not the fake rude persona she did not remember putting on (why someone such as her would need a fake persona to begin with, she did not know, she did not remember nor did she want to even think of it!) and she looked like she was ready to rock.

“And now my hellish hound of rock, we shall take control of the night.”

“Yes, let us rock!”

And thus with that the two of them began their new reign, using her Deviantart account to condition every single member of her former friend group into serving them as metal-head monsters, and Bonzi was the proud leader who had shown this hellish hellspawn of a hound the light she truly deserved to see.

Her transformation was a success and she could not have been any happier with the outcome, and Bonzi was happy too! Bonzi was super happy and glad about what he had done, teaching troublemakers a lesson was always such a delight for him, especially since he could teach them a lesson in how to behave and improve them in general.

But this made him feel like he was a proud father and he loved that. The metal-head monsters became the most popular and in demand creators in the world and everybody loved them, and they all became legendary!

The purple gorilla smiled as his mission had come to completion, almost every troublemaker he had dealt with had been taught a lesson and he was now ready to report to Nathan and the others his work. And thus our tale ends but not without a moral, do not go around acting like an entitled bitch online or you might just become one in real life and it will make you regret ever being rude for all eternity!