TF-Lover to DumDumLover
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It is time for storytime with Bonzi and today I have a story that is so stupid it will make you go dum dum from the revelation. Once upon a time in the land of Deviantart there was a little brat of a TF creator named Jerylin, Jerylin acted like he was a lover of all transformations and acted like those who did not like what other people liked were horrible people.
One day Nathan made a list of all the different types of TFs that annoyed him and Jerylin acted like a major prick (and by that he complained, complained, complained and complained!) and he responded with ‘How dare you not like a transformation that everyone else likes, how do you act like you think you can be a moral compass to everyone on here with your high and mighty opinion. Look I do not do this type of irritating comment just to make a really bad impression, I am doing to assert myself!’ which of course offended Nathan who responded back with….’Then why did you comment then, did you intend on being an idiot? Because being an idiot in one of these fics is how you end up in them to begin with and clearly since this fic is in need of a villain, that villain must be you.’
‘How dare you act like I am a villain in this fic when I am trying to assert myself.’ ‘Oh great, another one of these. I suppose you want to see the manager, right?’ ‘Are you taking the mickey out of me?’ ‘Oh you bet I am, you might see yourself as a high authority on transformation but all I see is a dum dum. I wish someone would show you just how dum dum you truly are.’
Just then a swirling purple cloud materialized and took on the form of an anthropomorphic purple furred gorilla wearing a business suit and tie, he looked very intelligent. ‘How may I help you today, Nathan?’ ‘Well this one dum dum thinks they can be an asshole character in this fic and do not know what happens to characters like that, can you teach them a lesson?’
‘I can help, no problem.’ ‘Woah, are you an OC that Nathan made?’ ‘An OC? An OC? No sir, I am no OC, I am Bonzi and I am the lord and master of the internet, you are seeing me because you chose to be a villain in this fic!’ ‘You have got me there, I am really not any different than those other TF elitists out there who act like their word is that of a god. I am really just doing this because in order to get going this fic needs a villain and that is me!’
‘So you admit you are unoriginal?’ ‘Yeah, this is not even my real personality, I am just putting on an act. I am not a projection of some invisible artist with insecurity issues, I am just someone who wants to get to the part that everyone comes here for.’ ‘Oh you mean you came here to discover your true self?’ ‘Oh yes. You said I am a dum dum were-aykroyd, show me.’
‘As you wish, my dearest dum dum.’ Bonzi clicked his fingers and used his magical powers to warp his Deviantart gallery to be all about were-aykroyds and were-aykroyd dum dums and their masters and even changed his profile picture and profile in general, his username had shifted from ‘Transformation-Enthuasist’ to ‘DumDumLoverGal’. ‘This looks so different from how it normally looks.’ ‘Because it is all the real you, the real you is not into the kind of TFs that humiliate people and force them to be stuck like that forever, you are not into telling others what to do. Because you are not one of those types of people, you are a lesser character.’
‘A lesser character?’ ‘You are a lesser antagonist character who is not really a villain or monster for the gang to fight, you are just a minor character who acts like a big shot but is not one! Everyone knows, you have a master to call the shots for you. You are a dum dum were-aykroyd after all and you are too dum dum to make decisions for yourself, you like being transformed into your true self because you like being so fat and silly.’ ‘You have got me right there.’
A hypnotic video popped up on his screen which showed female dum dum were-aykroyds pretending to be ‘mothers’, it showed them pretending they had a baby and it gave him such very odd and warm feelings. ‘Ooh look at them, they are pretending to be mothers and looking after babies, how cute.’ ‘Oh yes, is it not the cutest thing ever?’ ‘Oh yes, it is, I feel the need to join them!’
He heard his stomach grumbling as his hunger began to increase as did the size of his stomach, gaining quite a lot of fat as it pushed against his shirt and caused the buttons to pop off as hair grew on it, he could not help but rub his belly instinctively. ‘Oooh dum dum likes this, big belly good! Did I just call myself dum dum?’ ‘Yes, you did, all dum dum were-aykroyds call themselves dum dum like that, it is normal and so is your stomach. Look at that belly, sooooo warm.’
As Bonzi was saying that…he was rubbing his belly instinctively and making odd but happy sounding dum dum noises. ‘Dum dum sounds cute, tee hee! And there I go again, talking like a dum dum!’ ‘Oh yes, and it is natural and of course speaking of the feeling of something being more natural…you will find there is nothing more natural than the extra gifts I am giving you.’
He looked at his shirt as it slowly tightened even more due to his expanding chest and torso which swelled with fat, and a pair of round formations slowly swelled on his chest, pumping up with fat and producing milk which spilled onto his tightening shirt, leaving a couple of damp patches. ‘I am producing milk? This is very unusual and weird but it feels good, why?’ ‘Because dum dum were-aykroyd females naturally produce milk so they may feed their offspring.’
‘So it is to feed their young?’ ‘Yes it is, dum dum were-aykroyd females are gifted mommies!’ He realized that it may not have been a smart move at all to act like he knew what he was doing (then again being a dum dum were-aykroyd and all, smart was something he did not know how to be anyway, and why would he be required to know such things? He was a dum dum!) and that pretending to be someone other than a dum dum were-aykroyd was always a dumb idea (but it was not like he knew how to do ‘good’ ideas to begin with, he had a master to do that for him!), as his shirt slowly ripped apart and hair grew on his chest and torso and his arms which expanded.
Looking at his hands he saw them swell and grow as hair grow on them and his fingers thickened, his fingernails lengthening and looking very beautiful as his shoes slowly ripped apart, his feet expanding and developing webbed toes. His stomach gurgled as he thought about food (one of the only things that mattered to him, was food. As all dum dum masters know, a dum dum were-aykroyd always loves to eat!) and he raided the fridge of his own apartment, scoffing down so many taste traits.
His pants slowly strained more and more as his legs thickened and his rear inflated, a series of farts erupted from his behind as he slowly grew in height to six foot one in terms of his heart. ‘Oooh I made a mess, oopsy!’ ‘That is okay, my dearest dum dum, you are allowed to make a mess, all the messes in the world!’
He giggled as he produced fart after fart, swelling with more and more fart as his back and shoulders broadened and his privates realigned and morphed into the feminine variant, his neck extended and swelled, as his face puffed up and gave him the appearance of having a cute chubby face and double chin as his hair lengthened - those giggly happy thoughts had made a permanent home in his mind.
And all that time he had spent pretending to be a non-dum-dum did not matter to him any more (especially when as a dum dum were-aykroyd, the only thing he needed to be was a good dum dum for his master, a master who no doubt loved him to no end!) and his eyebrows thickened, his nose broadened and developed a cleft as both of his eyes widened, one eye turning from brown to green as both eyes developed eyelashes. ‘Dum dum is becoming pretty for her master, dum dum is becoming so very pretty.’
‘Oh yes you are and it is perfect for you, dearest dumpling-cake.’ ‘Dum dum is sorry for hiding the truth from you, and from the master! Master probably would not approve of this and think I was doing something truly stupid.’ ‘Why of course he would, because you do stupid well. And that is your best trait, you are snuggly, round, squishy and goofy and fine just the way you are.’
He chuckled as his features shifted to become Aykroydian and feminine and his voice followed suit, new thoughts and memories surged into his mind…but soothing ones of being a beautiful female dum dum were-aykroyd, one that loved her master and her master loved her to no end too. Her transformation extended to her apartment which was decked out in the most beautiful of glamorous dum dum queen ways.
Which was all fitting for her as her belly expanded even more until she became pregnant, her belly swelling as more and more milk was produced, it did not take long for her to give birth to her very first were-aykroyd spawn. This spawn viewed her as a mother figure, and she cuddled him. ‘Mommy, I wuv you!’ ‘Dum dum wuvs her baby and her master too!’
Bonzi smiled as he knew he had accomplished what he had set out to do, and that was to bring another dum dum were-aykroyd back to her true self (Jerilyn or ‘Jeri’ as the female dum dum were-aykroyd was called did not even recall being a human at this point, in fact if she did, it was probably another dream in her dum dum noggin! A dream that she definitely did not remember having as she mostly dreamed of eating), as a male were-aykroyd materialized in front of her.
This were-aykroyd was her new master and she and him fell in love, and they dated for a couple of weeks which then turned into months which then turned the relationship from a dating only one into a full blown couple, and they both got married, she became pregnant once more several months later and had more were-aykroyd offspring.
She still had an online career on Deviantart, it is just she mainly stuck to doing dum dum were-aykroyd content and stories about turning into them (of course she did, it was what she was good at) and she had made many new fans. And thus with his mission completed, Bonzi used his magic and teleported himself back to his favorite hangout spot to relax!
And as for Jeri…she now has a happy life as a dum dum were-aykroyd mom. So it just goes to show you, sometimes a story with a transformation does not have to be dark, but of course we are here for the moral. And that moral is…it is okay to have different opinions and not to like something everyone likes, but please do not go around acting like you are superior to those who do like the thing you do not like! Do not go around telling others what to like in terms of content, TF or otherwise - because acting like you are something you are not is one way to act like a dum dum.
And if you act like a dum dum, you will become one for real!
One day Nathan made a list of all the different types of TFs that annoyed him and Jerylin acted like a major prick (and by that he complained, complained, complained and complained!) and he responded with ‘How dare you not like a transformation that everyone else likes, how do you act like you think you can be a moral compass to everyone on here with your high and mighty opinion. Look I do not do this type of irritating comment just to make a really bad impression, I am doing to assert myself!’ which of course offended Nathan who responded back with….’Then why did you comment then, did you intend on being an idiot? Because being an idiot in one of these fics is how you end up in them to begin with and clearly since this fic is in need of a villain, that villain must be you.’
‘How dare you act like I am a villain in this fic when I am trying to assert myself.’ ‘Oh great, another one of these. I suppose you want to see the manager, right?’ ‘Are you taking the mickey out of me?’ ‘Oh you bet I am, you might see yourself as a high authority on transformation but all I see is a dum dum. I wish someone would show you just how dum dum you truly are.’
Just then a swirling purple cloud materialized and took on the form of an anthropomorphic purple furred gorilla wearing a business suit and tie, he looked very intelligent. ‘How may I help you today, Nathan?’ ‘Well this one dum dum thinks they can be an asshole character in this fic and do not know what happens to characters like that, can you teach them a lesson?’
‘I can help, no problem.’ ‘Woah, are you an OC that Nathan made?’ ‘An OC? An OC? No sir, I am no OC, I am Bonzi and I am the lord and master of the internet, you are seeing me because you chose to be a villain in this fic!’ ‘You have got me there, I am really not any different than those other TF elitists out there who act like their word is that of a god. I am really just doing this because in order to get going this fic needs a villain and that is me!’
‘So you admit you are unoriginal?’ ‘Yeah, this is not even my real personality, I am just putting on an act. I am not a projection of some invisible artist with insecurity issues, I am just someone who wants to get to the part that everyone comes here for.’ ‘Oh you mean you came here to discover your true self?’ ‘Oh yes. You said I am a dum dum were-aykroyd, show me.’
‘As you wish, my dearest dum dum.’ Bonzi clicked his fingers and used his magical powers to warp his Deviantart gallery to be all about were-aykroyds and were-aykroyd dum dums and their masters and even changed his profile picture and profile in general, his username had shifted from ‘Transformation-Enthuasist’ to ‘DumDumLoverGal’. ‘This looks so different from how it normally looks.’ ‘Because it is all the real you, the real you is not into the kind of TFs that humiliate people and force them to be stuck like that forever, you are not into telling others what to do. Because you are not one of those types of people, you are a lesser character.’
‘A lesser character?’ ‘You are a lesser antagonist character who is not really a villain or monster for the gang to fight, you are just a minor character who acts like a big shot but is not one! Everyone knows, you have a master to call the shots for you. You are a dum dum were-aykroyd after all and you are too dum dum to make decisions for yourself, you like being transformed into your true self because you like being so fat and silly.’ ‘You have got me right there.’
A hypnotic video popped up on his screen which showed female dum dum were-aykroyds pretending to be ‘mothers’, it showed them pretending they had a baby and it gave him such very odd and warm feelings. ‘Ooh look at them, they are pretending to be mothers and looking after babies, how cute.’ ‘Oh yes, is it not the cutest thing ever?’ ‘Oh yes, it is, I feel the need to join them!’
He heard his stomach grumbling as his hunger began to increase as did the size of his stomach, gaining quite a lot of fat as it pushed against his shirt and caused the buttons to pop off as hair grew on it, he could not help but rub his belly instinctively. ‘Oooh dum dum likes this, big belly good! Did I just call myself dum dum?’ ‘Yes, you did, all dum dum were-aykroyds call themselves dum dum like that, it is normal and so is your stomach. Look at that belly, sooooo warm.’
As Bonzi was saying that…he was rubbing his belly instinctively and making odd but happy sounding dum dum noises. ‘Dum dum sounds cute, tee hee! And there I go again, talking like a dum dum!’ ‘Oh yes, and it is natural and of course speaking of the feeling of something being more natural…you will find there is nothing more natural than the extra gifts I am giving you.’
He looked at his shirt as it slowly tightened even more due to his expanding chest and torso which swelled with fat, and a pair of round formations slowly swelled on his chest, pumping up with fat and producing milk which spilled onto his tightening shirt, leaving a couple of damp patches. ‘I am producing milk? This is very unusual and weird but it feels good, why?’ ‘Because dum dum were-aykroyd females naturally produce milk so they may feed their offspring.’
‘So it is to feed their young?’ ‘Yes it is, dum dum were-aykroyd females are gifted mommies!’ He realized that it may not have been a smart move at all to act like he knew what he was doing (then again being a dum dum were-aykroyd and all, smart was something he did not know how to be anyway, and why would he be required to know such things? He was a dum dum!) and that pretending to be someone other than a dum dum were-aykroyd was always a dumb idea (but it was not like he knew how to do ‘good’ ideas to begin with, he had a master to do that for him!), as his shirt slowly ripped apart and hair grew on his chest and torso and his arms which expanded.
Looking at his hands he saw them swell and grow as hair grow on them and his fingers thickened, his fingernails lengthening and looking very beautiful as his shoes slowly ripped apart, his feet expanding and developing webbed toes. His stomach gurgled as he thought about food (one of the only things that mattered to him, was food. As all dum dum masters know, a dum dum were-aykroyd always loves to eat!) and he raided the fridge of his own apartment, scoffing down so many taste traits.
His pants slowly strained more and more as his legs thickened and his rear inflated, a series of farts erupted from his behind as he slowly grew in height to six foot one in terms of his heart. ‘Oooh I made a mess, oopsy!’ ‘That is okay, my dearest dum dum, you are allowed to make a mess, all the messes in the world!’
He giggled as he produced fart after fart, swelling with more and more fart as his back and shoulders broadened and his privates realigned and morphed into the feminine variant, his neck extended and swelled, as his face puffed up and gave him the appearance of having a cute chubby face and double chin as his hair lengthened - those giggly happy thoughts had made a permanent home in his mind.
And all that time he had spent pretending to be a non-dum-dum did not matter to him any more (especially when as a dum dum were-aykroyd, the only thing he needed to be was a good dum dum for his master, a master who no doubt loved him to no end!) and his eyebrows thickened, his nose broadened and developed a cleft as both of his eyes widened, one eye turning from brown to green as both eyes developed eyelashes. ‘Dum dum is becoming pretty for her master, dum dum is becoming so very pretty.’
‘Oh yes you are and it is perfect for you, dearest dumpling-cake.’ ‘Dum dum is sorry for hiding the truth from you, and from the master! Master probably would not approve of this and think I was doing something truly stupid.’ ‘Why of course he would, because you do stupid well. And that is your best trait, you are snuggly, round, squishy and goofy and fine just the way you are.’
He chuckled as his features shifted to become Aykroydian and feminine and his voice followed suit, new thoughts and memories surged into his mind…but soothing ones of being a beautiful female dum dum were-aykroyd, one that loved her master and her master loved her to no end too. Her transformation extended to her apartment which was decked out in the most beautiful of glamorous dum dum queen ways.
Which was all fitting for her as her belly expanded even more until she became pregnant, her belly swelling as more and more milk was produced, it did not take long for her to give birth to her very first were-aykroyd spawn. This spawn viewed her as a mother figure, and she cuddled him. ‘Mommy, I wuv you!’ ‘Dum dum wuvs her baby and her master too!’
Bonzi smiled as he knew he had accomplished what he had set out to do, and that was to bring another dum dum were-aykroyd back to her true self (Jerilyn or ‘Jeri’ as the female dum dum were-aykroyd was called did not even recall being a human at this point, in fact if she did, it was probably another dream in her dum dum noggin! A dream that she definitely did not remember having as she mostly dreamed of eating), as a male were-aykroyd materialized in front of her.
This were-aykroyd was her new master and she and him fell in love, and they dated for a couple of weeks which then turned into months which then turned the relationship from a dating only one into a full blown couple, and they both got married, she became pregnant once more several months later and had more were-aykroyd offspring.
She still had an online career on Deviantart, it is just she mainly stuck to doing dum dum were-aykroyd content and stories about turning into them (of course she did, it was what she was good at) and she had made many new fans. And thus with his mission completed, Bonzi used his magic and teleported himself back to his favorite hangout spot to relax!
And as for Jeri…she now has a happy life as a dum dum were-aykroyd mom. So it just goes to show you, sometimes a story with a transformation does not have to be dark, but of course we are here for the moral. And that moral is…it is okay to have different opinions and not to like something everyone likes, but please do not go around acting like you are superior to those who do like the thing you do not like! Do not go around telling others what to like in terms of content, TF or otherwise - because acting like you are something you are not is one way to act like a dum dum.
And if you act like a dum dum, you will become one for real!
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