The Dum Dum Shop

It is time for storytime with Bonzi and this time the victim is someone you usually are doing the transformations themselves. Once upon a time there was a little store in the corner of Deviantart known as the Shameful Store! And this store was most certainly shameful with an equally as shameful shopkeeper who forcefully transformed others and stripped them of their identity.

He went by many names but mostly by Oliver, Oliver - for whatever reason, got sick kicks out of forcefully transforming others and hung around with people like Karen and Koko (who were both scumbags who made accusations about Nathan being a groomer!) and for no reason (other than to serve as an antagonist with a motivation for being visited by Bonzi!) blocked Nathan even though Nathan did not interact with him.

But one evening while he was in the store he was visited by a spectral entity while he was about to close up the shop, the spectral entity took on the form of a cloud of purple smoke that morphed into the form of an anthropomorphic gorilla with purple fur who was wearing a t shirt with the Donkey Kong logo on it. ‘Well well well, who do I have the pleasure of teaching a lesson to this time, I wonder?’ ‘That is one incredibly awesome gorilla costume. Did you make it yourself?’ ‘Costume? Good sir, I am a real gorilla. An anthropomorphic one to be exact. I am Bonzi, the lord and master of the internet!’

‘Bonzi? As in the former mascot and online friend who was actually a spyware plant?’ ‘Yes, and who are you, might I ask?’ ‘Oliver, of the Shameful Store.’ ‘So you are the one who forcefully transforms people and erases their memories? Figures that you were the one behind those.’

“What are you here for, exactly?”
“To teach you a lesson. It seems you have blocked my friend Nathan for no reason.”

‘Okay I admit that I did that because I wanted to meet you.’ ‘Wait, you did that just because you wanted to meet me?’ ‘Why yes, I knew the only way to get you to transform me is by acting as an antagonist so I knew Nathan was your friend so I blocked him from ever speaking to me or entering my store for the purpose of wanting to be transformed.’

‘My you most certainly are a dum dum, setting this thing all up just so I could transform you!’ ‘A dum dum, as in the species of were-aykroyds?’ ‘Yes, those. Dum dum were-aykroyds are notoriously goofy and silly and just love their master.’

‘I guess I am a dum dum in that case.’ ‘A naughty little dum dum who has been hiding their true self from me.’ Oliver looked shocked when he heard this coming from Bonzi, as far as he had known he had been an ‘edgy bird OC’ for years, specifically an edgy anthro owl. ‘What do you mean by that, are you saying I have never been an owl?’

‘Of course. Everyone knows you are a dum dum were-aykroyd, pretending to be a smart anthro owl that has a transformation shop is an act after all.’ ‘But my friends know I am indeed real.’ ‘What friends, may I ask? Oh you mean Karen and Koko? Both of those people have been taken care of by me and they were no better than you. Both of them met beastly fates to match their beastly attitudes. You know better than this.’

‘I admit that I do not care for them and am glad they are gone. They were limiting me in terms of what I could and could not do.’ ‘Yes, and they do not clearly understand your potential, my delicious dum dum dumpkin!’

‘That is right. I only wanted to do what I did to bring you here. And it worked.’ ‘Yes indeed and now you shall do what you really need to do, and shed this fake anthro owl form of yours!’

The purple gorilla clicked his fingers and a feeling of warmth jolted through his body, Oliver watched as his ‘wings’ slowly cracked and melted in a visceral manner, morphing into a pair of humanoid looking arms which were slowly swelling with fat.

‘There we go, no more pesky fake wings! Dum dums do not need those. All you need is your new arms.’ ‘Oh yes, of course I do not need those. Were-aykroyd dum dums like me need no wings, wings are for birds.’ ‘Of course, my dum dumpling, you need only your fat and warm body.’

His new arms slowly developed brownish hair all over them as his ‘talon-hands’ cracked and swelled, swelling with fat as the feathers on his fingers and all over his body reformed into hairs. His hands swelled as his fingers thickened and his talons did not resemble talons but rather long fingernails that were quite pretty and feminine looking.

He groaned as his shirt and waist slowly began to get tighter and tighter as his whole upperbody fattened up and the feeling spread to his stomach which pushed against the buttons on his shirt. ‘Pop! Pop! Pop!’ several buttons popped off as the buttons on his shirt - flew right off due to being unable to hold his fattening body.

His stomach swelled and swelled with fat as a pair of round formations slowly developed on his chest and filled up with milk, milk that was dripping all over his tearing shirt. ‘Ooh dum dum is making milk! Dum dum is making milk!’ ‘Yes, making milk is something female dum dum were-aykroyds do. Why do they do it, you ask? I do not know, it is a weird but natural part of their bodies!’ His pants slowly ripped and tore apart as his legs thickened and swelled with fat, his bird-like cloaca morphing downwards and reformed into a vagina. ‘There you go, I have fixed your gender.’ ‘But I liked being a guy, oh well.’ ‘As your former friend would say, your membership has been canceled!’

He realized it was indeed too late to mourn the loss of his privates as his rear fattened up and his bird-like legs had shifted into human-like ones as his toes morphed to match his fingers, thickening - while also becoming humanoid and become webbed.

Just then he heard the urgent need to go to the bathroom and so he rushed to the bathroom but before he could do anything about it, he let off a series of explosive farts as his tail slowly retracted into his body with a loud slurp and the feathers all fell out. He groaned as his back and shoulders broadened.

Looking at himself he could see how much fatter he was as the top of the feathers on his head slowly fell out and were replaced with hair that lengthened and turned dark brown. ‘My normal body seems to be fading and uhhh..replacing itself, replacing itself with a dum dum body which is good!’ ‘Why yes, dum dum body is good.’

His neck thickened and swelled with fat (as was all of his body, any and all traces of ‘owl’ were all ‘owl gone’, get it?), as a pair of humanoid ears grew out of the sides of his head, his brow contorted as his eyes widened, eyelashes blossoming around them as one turned from brownish (or whatever the normal color originally was) to green and the other darkened. ‘I am becoming a female were-aykroyd? A pretty dum dum one at that. Dum dum is pretty!’

He looked at his own face which swelled and fattened, his beak slowly cracking and breaking apart to reform and morph into a humanoid face as his nose grew and developed a cleft, broadening in the process while his lips became kissable.

Oliver did not look much like an anthro owl any more (or a male for that matter) because he looked more like a plus sized were-aykroyd female as every single thing in his shop morphed and reshaped itself to be more dum dum centric. His deviantart gallery also shifted, containing stories of transformation into dum dum were-aykroyds and of being made to serve his new ‘master’.

‘Dum dum does not know what she was thinking, hanging around with humans who do not appreciate dum dum were-aykroyds?’ ‘That is right, Karen and Koko did not love you, they never did. They did not understand you. Nor did they love you, like I do. I am your master and you are my sweet dumpcake.’ ‘Yes, master I am your sweet dumpcake.’

His appearance feminized and took on an Aykroydian appearance as his voice also became Aykroydian and feminine, all of his knowledge and intelligence as well as any and all memories of his transformation stories faded away, as his brain shrank and shrunk, his mind shifting to that of a feminine and goofy dum dum were-aykroyd.

He or rather ‘she’ did not remember having a transformation centric store, well she did it is just she did not remember managing it or owning one because she often just let her master do that (she was too silly and dum dum to do that by herself! And as such she let the master do it for her, because she did not know how to do such things by herself) and she knew that the ‘master’ could bring her anything she wanted and made it his goal to make her nice and happy.

Being a female dum dum were-aykroyd, she only had one purpose and that was to help the master make more dum dums, the store was made for selling dum dum centric items to convert others into dum dums, she was not in charge of her own store, there was no ‘protagonist’ (as if there ever was one, and there was one it was certainly not dum dum! She was a helper and servant to the master and that was all, reduced to being a supporting character for a more superior being!), there was only ‘dum dum’.

And as such dum dum was made to serve and serve she did, such an obedient good little dum dum were-aykroyd, and who was her master, you ask? Why it was Bonzi of course. Bonzi loved her and cared for her and dubbed her new name ‘Olivia’, Olivia was a female were-aykroyd dum dum and proud!

She did not need overly convoluted TF stories to satisfy her needs, she had broken free of the curse that was her old role, sure pretending to be an anthro owl who was smart was fun but she liked her normal form better and she barely even remembered anything about the form she pretended to be (and why would she? That was a gig anyway and it was a fun gig but she did not feel happy writing TF fics about non-were-aykroyd subjects, she felt much happy letting the master do it for her!) and as such only remembered waddling, tooting and being silly.

Her transformation had completed itself and she was a proud dum dum were-aykroyd female, Bonzi posted an ad on a dating app and hundreds of male were-aykroyds wanted to date her, eventually being the kind master he was, he picked one were-aykroyd who would be the one she would settle down with for life.

That male were-aykroyd loved and treasured her and they dated, fell in love and became a couple, soon afterwards they got married and had a loving dummy honeymoon.

They made sweet dum dum love in bed and soon after that, she found herself giving birth to mini dum dum were-aykroyd babies, she forgot all about her supposed past (because why would she need to anyway, her new self was her real self, not some generic OC made for the purpose of a self insert fic!) and she could not have been any happier.

And thus they now are a happy couple and lived happily (and stupidly!) ever after, and Olivia was glad to be a good were-aykroyd wife and mom to all her dum dum were-aykroyd offspring. Bonzi could not have been more proud!

She was glad she had met Bonzi and now she realized she did not need to act out to win his attention, all she had to do was summon him and he would be there to help her. And thus another troublemaker had been brought to justice and shown the light, and Bonzi now had taken over the shop of the former manager.

The store that was now formerly known as the ‘Shameful’ store was now ‘Dum Dum Paradise’ a store centered on dum dum were-aykroyd items for both adults and young dum dums in general. And thus comes the moral of the story, if you truly want the attention of someone you want to meet, you do not need to make a dummy out of yourself to do it (or at least not without a reason!) and you shall get your wish, but be warned, act like a dum dum, you will become dum dum, forever.