POV:
You are a sleasy chan-board user named Lionel/Darkstriker who finds that people with transformation fetishes are weird, however...what you didn't realize when you made that post about Nathan/Monstermaster13 was that he actually had supernatural powers and as such can make you live-out his stories, his stories weren't just stories, they were warnings..'you mocked me for liking Dan Aykroyd...now I shall make you pay by bestowing upon you my gift'., he warns you. You arrogantly chose not to listen to him because your typically logic was at the time 'hurr hurr, this guy is crazy so he can't harm me.' Then again you never were the smart one, always the sleazeball who thought that transformation was fucked up and nothing more, but luckily...those words Nathan uttered to you would be the start of the rebooting process of you into what you've been missing out on.

"This cannot be real, right?"

"Oh but it is."

You thought nothing of this and that this was a prank but ultimately it wasn't, that night as you attempted to log back into your account...you saw the reflection of your computer monitor transform...changing from your own reflection into Dan Aykroyd's one, which startles you...'Wait...what's he doing there, you ask?' Why, he's you...and you're him, or rather you will be. Your stomach emitted a loud growling/gurgling sound as it slowly began to inflate and gained a bit of hair on the navel area, this hair darkened a little, as your skin aged up, slowly aging up to 68 years as your chest and torso inflated. The hairs crept up and grew on your chest, your much larger upperbody pushed against that ratty shirt with the obscure reference to a meme nobody has heard of and made it strain so much it almost ripped but not before it reformed in size to fit your growing build.

Ah...you won't be needing that anymore, you won't be needing your chan-board meme shirt and sticker anymore. You gasped in horror as those disappear and reform, but they won't be coming back....you wouldn't be needing your chanboardhood anymore either, you felt the same sensation creeping downwards as your legs broaden and your hips slowly flare out a bit, giving you a thicc build, as much as you want to resist, you just can't and ultimately...you want to give in, this seems more pleasurable than scary. The hairs slowly crept up your arms which also broadened and your hands enlarged, your feet also undergo a change in size as two of the toes on both of them stick together, gaining a webbed appearance. There is a loud cracking sound as you slowly grow in height to 6'1 and your shoulders and back broaden.

'Now isn't that better?' You hear a voice murmur in your mind. 'What do you mean?' 'Well look at you, a major improvement over the disgusting sleasy mess you usually are. I mean you're sexier like this'. You can't help but think you are oddly sexy, maybe the voice in your mind is guiding you as you can't help but picture that massage scene from one of Nathan's stories, you know the one...the one with the invisible arms massaging that person turning into Aykroyd, you wished that was you, don't hide it, I know that you wished for this, and try to resist all you want but it's the truth, you wanted to understand his transformations and get inside him, and now it's happening, only he's inside you, warping you.

You panic as the transformation reaches your neckline and your hair which becomes wavier and lightens or darkens as your forehead elevates, growing larger as your brow and forehead contort, your eyebrows thicken as your eyes widen...one turning from brown to green and the other remaining brown as your features slowly plump up, even some of your unsightly blemishes are fading, you're looking less like the lovechild of Meg Mucklebone and a Gamorrean guard and more handsome...incredibly handsome in fact, you like this a lot despite your attempts at resisting it. Your nose broadened as a small dent/cleft materialized in the middle as your lips became very kissable and your features slowly altered into those of your changed reflection.

Your mind is also racing and going through numerous different thoughts, one of them being about how much you want this...the only reason you hated Nathan was because you didn't understand him, you didn't know that he was a real Were-Aykroyd and not someone who just RPs as one, you see...he knew that you'd try to mock him, but he knew that you were insecure and that you were hiding it through your 'edgy' persona, he saw right through that persona. Your voice deepens and slowly alters to match your voice, and then you realize...you're turning into Aykroyd himself, it seems that Nathan's curse was indeed real. Your voice alters into a perfect copy of Aykroyd's voice complete with mannerisms, your features altering into a copy of his as well. 'I'm sorry Nathan, i'm sorry. Please undo this curse', you beg in a PM to him. 'Now now....don't be so upset, i'm improving you. You shouldn't have made fun of me. I'm a real Were-Aykroyd and I just wanted to share my gift with you all, and now you've got my curse. I can't and will not remove it, you're a Were-Aykroyd too now.'

"No i'm not..."

"Oh yes you are, I mean look at you...."

"But i'm not a Were-Aykroyd, i'm not like you.'

"But you are, look at you, listen to yourself."

His voice echoed in your mind several more times, as your personality and memories began to alter, you now also are starting to think that maybe just maybe...Lionel/Darkstriker isn't your name at all, you don't even remember ever joining a chan-board of any kind yet alone anything prior to what happened earlier, your memories slowly alter into a perfect copy of Aykroyd's own, you attempted to resist but to no avail, ultimately Aykroyd began to influence you further and take over, all traces of your former self fading away completely, becoming those of who you are now. This in turn results in your profile pic on your chan-board account changing into an Aykroydian one, becoming Dan's character Steven Mils from My Stepmother Is An Alien as all your account information changes along with your info/profile info....you wonder...'what am I doing on a site like this? It doesn't seem like the site that I'd occupy.'

A few minutes later and your personality and self are completely taken over by the new Were-Aykroyd you have become, you're not the same borish guy you were before, if you were even that guy...which you probably weren't, and why would you want to be anyone else but who you are? You are a Were-Aykroyd after all and when you're Dan Aykroyd and one of his characters, you feel naturally good, you always were more of an Aykroyd type to be honest. That's when you decide that your friends on the board should give this a go to and you bring your closest male friends over for an 'RP' session. But what your friends didn't realize was that this was no mere RP and as soon as they tried to question you on it, you used your newfound powers to entrance them and put them under your control, as they fell under your spell, they began to think that they want you, they want to become like you. That's when you used your powers to further influence them and turn them, turning them into Aykroyds too.

"Now that's much better."

"So what do we now?"

"We spread our gift to everyone on the site."

Which is exactly what you do, you and the others spread the Were-Aykroyd curse to others on the chan-board you occupy, even the head admins fall victim and get Aykroyded up, because they needed some improvement too, and then the entire chanboard evolves, becoming less of a trashy place for rejected memes and obscure in-jokes, to an informative board all about the wonders of the Aykroyd-verse, the universe of all the different Aykroyd characters and the lore that it has. You don't need all those memes that nobody got apart from stupid people or people who were part of the 'gate' crowds, because you can just share the gift of Aykroyd instead and thus the beginning of the online Aykroyd invasion has commenced.

The invasion soon spreads to all the other chan-boards and all trash-talking type forums and sites made to target certain people disappear, never to be seen again, but in their place several fansites about the alpha Were-Aykroyd himself and his gang are spawned and you sign on as an admin, you gain the respect you have always deserved. You have fully rebooted yourself, now you are and always will be...the best Were-Aykroyd on the internet, you become a viral internet sensation and everyone adores you, you're no longer the creature you used to be...or rather never were in the first place, since you know you've always been so cute, funny, inteligent, and adorkable and yes...very sexy, as your plethora of thralls often proclaim. And there's no denying your charm either.