Everyone knows what a werecreature is, right? Good because I don’t know anyone who doesn’t, anyway...you have heard a lot of were-stories from me but did you know I happen to be one myself. I’m a Were-Aykroyd, yeah that’s me...the Were-Aykroyd, at least when it gets dark but by day I am Nathan Forester. I have a permanent bond with my alter-ego, his name is Dan/The Were-Aykroyd and he’s very much a permanent part of me...even when i’m in the form of a character like Beast or Sulley in my adventures those are usually only temporary as I always turn back into myself and into the Were-Aykroyd. You see, Dan pretty much made it so that no matter who I am and where I am, he’s always there...he’s always there inside me, watching me, watching over me. This isn’t going to be one of those stories with pointless pop culture jokes that don’t go well with each-other or a confusing storyline, well there’s going to be some pop culture jokes but ones that actually go well with the theme.

Life as a Were-Aykroyd can be pretty weird sometimes, to the point that it can lead to some particularly odd scenarios and sometimes not being able to control the Aykroydian side of me can lead to me transforming into him even when it’s not nightfall, but that’s what I get from being a massive Aykroyd simp anyway...no matter how many times I try to resist, he always emerges and convinces me to want it. For the past several nights I had been having these dreams, dreams of becoming….so...Aykroydian, becoming like Dan. Now I love Dan Aykroyd, really...who doesn’t? But even though sometimes I cannot speak a word in my dreams, sometimes I am telepathic. But those telepathic thoughts are always of Dan Aykroyd and of being him, I cannot stop, I am addicted...I know this sounds creepy to some but I don’t care, I didn’t choose Dan Aykroyd, he chose me.

Aykroyd is always there, he’s there waiting for me at all times, and he’s in my mind, he lives in my mind rent free and he’s always there to remind me of what I am. No matter who I turn into, I am always him….the Were-Aykroyd is always there. The lunar cycle doesn’t have much of a prominent effect on me, except of course when it makes my Aykroydian traits stronger. I remember the first time I told someone about what I am. I was having a Discord conversation with Ryder. I told him that I am a Were-Aykroyd, which he was amazed by. Of course I may have been joking at the time, because...well...everyone knows that Were-Aykroyds are a myth made up by Canadians to scare tourists. That’s one thing that South Park obviously forgot to mention when that Blame Canada song was released, then again I guess Matt and Trey didn’t tell Robin Williams that. Anyway, I didn’t think anything of that conversation apart from how funny it was, basically I was in my apartment thinking about those dreams again. Those dreams in which I kept thinking…’I wish I was Dan Aykroyd’ over and over and turning into him, I remembered being horrified at first but oddly enthralled as the process took place.

Those dreams always fascinated me, and made me appreciate my simphood over Dan in general, i’m bisexual but pretend to be straight to fool my enemies. And no, that statement isn’t a ‘this character has been retconned sexuality-wise to make a jab at critics/ha ha you can’t mock my oc now’, but rather a statement of me saying I have always been this way. I couldn’t help but think of that transformation in the dreams as being kind of sexy, especially considering...damn, he’s thicc. I mean even I can’t help but be entranced during that stage of the transformation. Anyway, I was having a Discord conversation with Ryder once more about what I had done with my recent story experiences and experiences as the Were-Aykroyd and I checked my lunar calendar, and then remembered...damn, full moon.

“Sorry Ryder...i’ve got to cut this conversation short.”

“You’re going to morph again?”

“I’m afraid so.”

I panicked for a little as my stomach gurgled and I began to hear Dan’s charismatic voice in my head, there he is...my inner Were-Aykroyd, always speaking to me in my mind and guiding me throughout, I know I should have been freaking out about this but...this is actually pretty normal for me to hear him. ‘Hello Nathan, i’ve been waiting all day for this.’ ‘Why though?’ ‘You know why…’ my stomach gurgled for a little bit as if I had eaten something particularly awful prior to this, that’s when my stomach slowly began to puff up and broaden, gaining a bit of weight to it as brown hairs developed on it. My dark blue spider shirt was beginning to get a bit tight as my chest was broadening, along with my arms and my torso. ‘Oh my...here we go. Ugh…’ The brown hairs from before were developing there too as I pulled back my sleeves just in time to see them developing on my arms, my skin was slowly clearing itself up as it aged itself up to 68 years, even the scar I received from surgery faded.

The first time I turned Were-Aykroyd I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, I just couldn’t...I thought I was dreaming but hearing Dan’s voice inside my mind proved that this wasn’t some kind of weird dream of mine, although all my dreams had led up to it, me wanting to be Dan in them and feeling like I want to transform in them. This isn’t one of those mindless assimilator trope things or something that was intentionally made to be an assimilator because of some error that stopped the scientists from preventing it, oh no...Were-Aykroydism is different, sometimes I can control it, sometimes it just has a way of getting the best of me, and well...Dan has a problem of staying put at times.

I looked at my arms and felt them and then saw my hands slowly broadening and growing, the hairs were growing on them too...my shirt felt awfully snug on my much larger body as a few buttons popped off, with a couple of rips it tore up a little in a few places. But luckily it didn’t rip entirely and it did grow to support my larger torso, stomach and chest. ‘Damn...does he always have to be so thicc and sexy all the time?’ ‘Oh yes, but i’m always like that.’ ‘Of course..you naturally are.’ ‘And so are you, since you are becoming me.’

“Sometimes I curse myself for being a Were-Aykroyd.”

“But it’s no curse if you ask me.”

There was a slight cracking sound as my height shot up from 5’7 to 5’8, my back slowly broadening in the process as I groaned a couple of times, it can be so difficult trying to avoid Aykroyd out sometimes, but sometimes there’s that one thing that causes it to happen. And it’s difficult to explain to my roommates that I'm a Were-Aykroyd anyway. What is even more difficult is also trying to keep those Aykroydian urges from surfacing. But luckily though, after my first transformation I eventually grew used to it. My jeans got a little bit tighter in the back as my legs underwent the same change as my arms, stretching and growing to support me as my rear plumped up. It was this part of the transformation that always got me blushing, I knew my Were-Aykroyd alter-ego was blessed in the large body type department, but that rear….daaaamn, he’s most certainly thicc, that’s for sure.

I looked over as my jeans readjusted to fit my much larger body too while also becoming ripped in a few places, my feet started to cramp and that’s when I heard the sounds of my orange and grey boots slowly straining as my feet enlarged from within them, with a couple of pops and creaks, my boots slowly began to tear apart along with parts of my socks, as my feet enlarged and a tingling sensation spread through my toes, which caused two of the toes on each foot to stick together and gave the appearance of being webbed. ‘Ah well, those boots were old anyway...it’s not like a Were-Aykroyd like me needs them anyway, right? Wait..did I say i’m a Were-Aykroyd? No, no way, that cannot be right.’ ‘Oh but it is...look at you.’

Dan’s voice was already in my head at this point and as often as I attempted to resist/ignore it, I just couldn’t, after all...now he’s permanently in me and now that he’s permanently in me i’m always going to be him, aka the Were-Aykroyd. I groaned as my shoulders broadened and my height went up again, this time going from 5’8 to 5’9 and 5’10, this is a normal part of the process of becoming my alter-ego so apart from the uncomfortable sounds, there isn’t anything truly unsettling about it. My neckline altered a little bit as my height jetted up from 5’10 to 5’11 and then to 6’0. You probably would think i’d resist it but those pesky Aykroydian thoughts and thoughts that weren’t exactly my own always find a way to surface themselves. Like I couldn’t help but think that this was natural and that this was right, like it is right...right? To dream about Dan to the point of wishing you were him only to hulk out into a thicc Were-Aykroyd, right? I definitely think so...at least that’s what my mind is telling me.

It’s often very conflicting..the first time I transformed, as mentioned...I was torn between being horrified and being entranced, I mean yeah it was horrifying to me at the time the very notion of me becoming a were-Aykroyd, but at the same time...I was enthralled. I remember when my friend Mel turned into one, she appeared as Grocer from Grosse Pointe Blank and I remember when Vic used his hypnotic eyes to entrance me and thus gave me the Were-Aykroyd powers I have now.

I slowly grew in height again...to around 6’1 as my mindset begin to think this was natural as if I had always been this exact same height as my hair slowly darkened and became wavier, my ears enlarged while my forehead slowly grew and pulsated, elevating higher up as my brow altered, my eyebrows thickening a little in the process. My eyes widened as one turned from brown to green and the other remained brown, my nose itched as a small cleft materialized in the middle of it as it broadened, I felt like I was about to sneeze. I coughed into my elbow just to be on the safe side as my features slowly plumped up, my jawline altering as my lips became a bit more kissable. My facial features slowly morphing into ‘Dan’s’ as my voice deepened and altered, maturing and becoming his voice to match, to say that I was taking on the appearance and voice of Aykroyd himself would be an understatement.

Appearance-wise and voice-wise I was Dan Aykroyd’s twin, even my mind seemed to be agreeing on this. I mean this is how i’m supposed to be. I’m Dan...the Were-Aykroyd, i’m supposed to be like Dan Aykroyd. Wait a minute, no i’m not. What am I saying? I’m confused right now, i’m starting to think I am him. I groaned, as I heard Dan’s voice in my head, hypnotizing me, conditioning me, this was a regular occurrence now, i’m always to be the Were-Aykroyd and anytime I am not with Dan, the ‘Aykroydian urge’ will come back to bring me back into Dan’s arms. When I am not the Were-Aykroyd, I will feel like I miss him and will want to be Dan once more, he is permanently a part of me. And well..it’s not so bad.

“You know you’re right...i’ve always.”

“Always been like this?”

“Yes...I have…”

I didn’t know how to react here as my mind was already fighting, one half of me didn’t want this but the other half wanted it...like I always think about Aykroyd so much anyway, he’s now fully part of me and i’m glad for it, even if I don’t think about it sometimes he’s there. He’s in me now too. Dan is there in the mirror, always waiting for me. He always finds ways to bring me back to his side and he always finds a new way to make sure I stay as I am...even though I have been countless other forms and people, I am part Were-Aykroyd and I know it. The Were-Aykroyd is my were-sona, anyone who tries to get in the way of him or tries to take me from him will be Aykroyded themselves.


My mind was shifting in several places, I was starting to remember things differently…I was starting to remember that I was Dan, and that I wasn’t who I was…’Why do I keep trying to hold back my Aykroydism? I am the Were-Aykroyd after all and I shouldn’t have to conceal it. Wait a minute, what am I saying? I’m Nathan, i’m not Dan.’ But yet as much as I protested against this, my mind was saying yes...it was saying ‘yes...yes, you’re an Aykroyd. You’re a thicc alluring Were-Aykroyd with hypnotic powers. You are Dan.’ ‘No, no...i’m not. I’m not like this, i’m me.’, I sighed as I held my head.

Eventually though I gave in willingly as my personality and mind warped and contorted, and I saw my reflection changing to that of Dan...I was a supernatural Dan Aykroyd, I wasn’t the scientist known as Nathan Forester, I was Dan, I felt his personality influence me further as my intelligence increased further and within a few seconds later, I was fully transformed...I was Dan or ‘The Were-Aykroyd’. Finally, the Were-Aykroyd was let out and now here I am. Dan, the Were-Aykroyd, at your service.

“That’s much better. Nathan will never leave me now.”

“Of course he won’t, you’re a part of him now and forever.”

“And you do a wonderful job protecting him.”

“Indeed I do..”

Being the Were-Aykroyd I am wasn’t easy but I made it work and it helps i’ve got a lot of friends who love me like this and well...let’s just say I wouldn’t be anything else other than what I am now, I know i’ve said this already but i’m damn proud to be a Were-Aykroyd to be honest and to be able to be like this every time the Aykroydian urge surfaces within, Nathan will always become me and I am a part of him now and forever. Examining myself in the mirror, I felt proud to be like this. Let’s just say, this Were-Aykroyd is a real charmer. Of course I have my siblings who are all Aykroyds themselves and they are all very loyal to me, and I definitely get a lot of admirers.

“Now how about we go and summon your siblings?”

“Why yes, that’s a good idea.”

There’s a lot of perks to becoming a Were-Aykroyd, and I definitely find that this suits me more than anything else, once you become a Were-Aykroyd there is no turning back but hey, that’s the best part of it at least to me. I summoned my siblings and we took a look around at the files that my other had on his computer, one of them was a new hypnosis file which he sent to our friends and within seconds they too were Aykroyded up and are now just like us. What can I say? I love being what I am, after all...there’s nothing like the Aykroydian life-style. ‘It truly is a wonderful life to have.’ ‘Becoming a Were-Aykroyd is definitely the best transformation ever, I would definitely consider sharing it with the ones you love.’

Now don’t you worry my friend, you can join us and be a Were-Aykroyd too. It won’t hurt, and you’ll absolutely love it, after all...who can turn down this offer of mine. I assure you that becoming a Were-Aykroyd like me will give you tons of benefits and you’ll find that even if you think it’s strange, you will end up liking it in the end. All I need to do is transfer my aura into you and Aykroyd you up, it won’t hurt you at all, and you will definitely feel better for it. Now, come closer please. And thus I shall end this story by saying that, remember not to underestimate what a Were-Aykroyd can do, for you might find out for yourself what it’s like, on second thought you might actually like that.

But hey...I know you’d definitely like it. Your friends would be so jealous of you too, some might even simp over you. Take a good look at me, wouldn’t you like this to happen to you? Of course you would, now allow me to help you with that.