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A Rather Walkeny Birthday

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A Rather Walkeny Birthday


Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis Theme


Disclaimer:
This is a story told from the view of my fictional persona and it is also based on a Deviantart forum thread titled Icon Life.    If you think this is real you are insane.


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It was the night of  my online birthday.  I woke up from a wonderfully blissful dream I had about being hypnotized by Kate Beckinsale into turning into Christopher Walken,  but yet it didn’t feel like a dream at all  -  it felt real and it felt nice.   So nice in fact I couldn’t help but growl, which translated to me growling in my sleep.    That night as I awoke from the dream I stretched a little, only to stop and notice something peculiar.

I reached for the collar of my pajamas only to find that there were bitemarks on the nape of my neck,   I couldn’t remember much apart from the dream -  but I remember seeing blood drip from said bitemark when I woke up.   Putting my glasses on I decided to look around to see if I was still dreaming.

Just as I was about to get up and see if the dream I was having was real or not,  something managed to catch my eye -   and that was the blood moon.   I couldn’t help but fall into a deep trance-like state,  feeling so entranced by it.    It was eerie but hypnotic,  it was beckoning to me - making me want to obey its gaze.


“I must obey my blood moon mistress.”


“That’s it,  Walken…”


“Oh crimson mistress...what must I do?”


"It is time for...Walken to come out.”

“Do you want me to shed my human form?’

“Yesss…”

I sighed slightly as the Walken-like instincts slowly began to influence me,   making me submit to feelings of bliss and Walkenity.   I growled slightly as I fell deeply into the trance,  it felt so good - all I wanted to do was become the Walken I knew I was.

It was then that the changes slowly but surely happening,  my nightshirt now feeling much tighter on my body as it slowly began to tear and peel away,   as my torso,  chest and stomach slimmed down -   the skintone becoming pale just like Walken’s skin.   In the process my back and shoulders slimmed down,  matching my stomach, torso and chest.

My shirt ripped apart only to be replaced with an elegant grey dress shirt,  as my arms elongated and became longer and thinner  -  changing shape to resemble Walken’s own,   the pale skintone crept up my arms as my fingers grew longer,  my knuckles becoming sharply more pronounced.

Walken’s blood was working its magic as it flowed through my veins,  altering my DNA to be that of Walken himself -   parahuman,  and very distinctive.    My nightpants slowly began to peel off as well,   my legs elongating as well to become longer and thinner,  the same pale skintone creeping up them as my slippersocks morphed into a pair of black dress shoes.

I now had Walken’s legs as well as his upperbody and complexion,  in fact most of my skin imperfections simply faded away -  as all of Walken’s traits and memories flowed into my mind, I groaned slightly as the transformation progressed.

It seemed like the whole room was getting smaller,  but was mainly because I was growing in height to 6’ft.   My neckline elongated as it became much longer and thinner,  as a pale skintone crept up it -   I now had Walken’s neck.    My hair prickled up as it turned sandy brown/semi blondish,  developing Walken’s signature style.

My face turned pale to match the rest of my skintone,   I now fully possessed Walken’s skintone,  his height,  build,  and hairstyle,  I couldn’t help but growl as I admired my changing form . After all,  I was becoming Walken and that was perfect.

In addition to this my eyebrows thinned out and turned sandy brownish as my forehead elevated itself higher up,   as my eyes turned icy blue with dark green inner rings,  spreading out to become narrower and slightly sunken.   My nose shrank slightly and altered to resemble Walken’s nose,  my lips thinned out with the tips becoming pointed,   my lips shifting to a crescentian shape in the process.

Next was my jawline as it slowly shifted to become more angular as my chin narrowed out,  my cheekbones becoming more pronounced as my cheeks became slightly sunken,  my features looking more Walken than human.   My head and facial structure shifting to become more brachy-mesoian in shape,  as I now fully resembled Walken.

My voice grew lower,  deeper and rougher,  before altering in pitch and tone,  becoming gravelly, distinctive and hypnotic -  developing Walken’s speech patterns and a New York accent -  I groaned a few more times in my now Walkeny voice.    

All of Walken’s instincts and traits took over as my fingernails lengthened and sharpened,   my teeth lengthened and sharpened as my canines became sharp fangs while the rest of my teeth sharpened,  becoming pointed and Hessian-like.

I let out a Hessian styled roar of sorts as my transformation completed,  I was Walken and I was ready to serve my blood moon mistress.   The Walken had been reborn and it was time for a new Walkening to begin.

“Does this please you?”


“Of course it does...now are you ready?”


“Yess…”

“It’s time for you to hunt my Walken.”

I nodded and let out a soft growl as I jetted off into the night to hunt,   my appetite for blood increasing even further,   I licked my lips as I thought about the blood I would be drinking,  such delicious blood.  I now was feeling more bloodthirsty and powerful than ever before, like a true Walken should.

With that I began my hunt,  and it wasn’t long until I found myself some good human victims to drain blood from,   I roared proudly as I pursued them,  before I sank my fangs into my neck - bit them and scraped and licked the blood out,  lapping it up as I did so.    I arrived at a clearing,  where I saw my beloved Walken army hosting a party for me.   I spent the night celebrating with my fellow Walkens.

As for what happened to me later,   I met up with my beloved She-Hessian Kate and the two of us had a wonderful night together.   It was the most Walkenful of nights and i’m sure you would agree.

It certainly was a rather Walkeny birthday indeed.
Disclaimer:
This is a story told from the view of my fictional persona and it is also based on a Deviantart forum thread titled Icon Life.    If you think this is real you are insane.
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