Walken To The Cult
Christopher Walken TF/Hypnosis theme
This is inspired by the works of Fighting-Wolf-Fist and pays homage to vampire movies and folklore.
story is mostly fictional so none of it is real, if you think it is
real you are either insane or most likely are in need of a straitjacket,
an enema, and another enema.
since I first became a fan of Christopher Walken, people had been
wondering why I obsess over him so much - they think of me as some
kind of crazy loon with a bizarre obsession rather than anything else.
But I knew that somewhere out there are people who are equally as
devoted as I am.
Even though Walken himself is not in favor of
technology, I happened to come across a site known as the Walken’s
Cowbell Cult, a cult dedicated to Chris Walken and his works, looking
it up I found that there were various different sectors of this cult all
over the world including the city I lived in. The cult was not like
the Illuminati or those brainwashing cults, they were much nicer
I printed out the instructions on where to find the
location of this cult before getting ready to head-off, I packed my
things with me as long as my research papers. I ran through the city,
searching every location until I came across the location of said cult.
The building looked like some classic gothic castle, like
maybe out of Bram Stoker’s Dracula - it had several sculptures standing
outside the doorway. I made my way to the entrance and carefully
Inside, I found an assortment of Walken related
artifacts including a tree of the dead, a golden cowbell and several
Walken reportings. I picked up the reportings and read them before
making my way towards the main area, there I saw - a whole convent of
Walken Followers, males all looking and sounding like Walken himself
and the females were all alluring female versions of the Hessian.
“Hello, i’m here to join the Walken Cult.”
“How do you all know my name?”
“Master Walken has told us many stories about you and your interest in Walkenism.”
“As in Christopher Walken himself?”
“Yes...he owns this cult and runs it as the leader.”
“Of course and he loves all his Walkens and She-Hessians so much.”
“Walkens? You mean there’s more than one?”
of course, anyone who is taken into Master Walken’s cult is turned
into either a Walken or She-Hessian to help him spread the word to
“I like that… and would very much like to be part of his cult.”
Walken has been saying for quite sometime, he’d like to have you as an
apprentice or student to take after him. That way there can be two
Christopher Walkens to lead us.”
“Is there anything I have to do? I mean usually there are tasks you have to do before being initiated into a cult.”
you don’t need to do anything apart from everything you have already
done to help acknowledge the existence of this Walkenful cult. All
you need now is for Master Walken to approve and you’re in.”
“Alright.. I can’t wait to see him.”
should be here any second now. He’s been out hunting and converting
people into fellow Walkens, but he promised he would be returning any
It just happened the Followers were right, Christopher
Walken manifested himself before walking down the stairway in a graceful
manner, he was clad in a very elegant robe that trailed down, very
reminiscent of Gary Oldman in Dracula as well. He walked so elegantly
it was almost enchanting.
“Master Walken! Nathan has arrived for his initiation into the Walken cult.”
“Nathan, it’s so good to see you. It’s been so long since we crossed paths.”
“What has happened to you since last?”
Ariana sadly left me as a friend after I became corrupted and obsessed
with trying to convert her into a She-Hessian but I have become very
fascinated in Walkenism and have been studying it for a long time.”
“Ah yes, such impressive studies too.”
“You really think so?”
“You know how to use our techniques and to create a Walken army of your own. I am very impressed.”
“Coming from you, Chris - that means a lot.”
“Now I hear you wish to join the Walken cult - yes?”
have been meaning for quite a long time to have you as an apprentice.
For years now I have been meaning to convert you into another me to
help spread the word of Walkenism to the human world.”
“Yes. Tell me, when you go to sleep - do you dream of serving me and wanting to be like me?”
“Yes, Chris...I have. And..”
“...And you’ve been turned into me numerous times?”
“And does the change feel good?”
“And do you wake up feeling disappointed that you are not me?”
“Do you long to be rid of your human life and form and to be free to be as Walkenly as you desire?”
“Do you often feel like you don’t blend in with humans?”
“Yes, oh so much.”
“Well then...you are definitely ready to become a part of the Walken cult.”
these things you’ve been experiencing a normal, because you always
have been Walken in human clothing. Humans don’t understand us and
they think we are frightening, but I am a very kind, genteel soul and
humans adore my work - so this cult was created.”
“Do you approve?”
“Oh yes...I approve of you and your passion for Walkenism very much. You have already proven yourself to be a fine candidate.”
“I have done all the tasks you instructed me to do in order to spread the word to the humans. Is there anything left to do?”
just about ready for initiation, but there is one thing we always do
before initiation...the conversion process, in this case I will be
converting you into me so you can help me lead the cult.”
“Does it hurt?”
process of a human to Walken transformation only hurts if the victim
resists or tries to fight it - which is against the conduct code of
this particular cult.”
“I would never do that, being like you is my dream.”
“And it shall come true.”
followed Chris to the Walkenization chamber which was decorated in an
elegant manner, there was a large altar of sorts with Velventine
carpeting and a lovely window which opened as to give a glimpse of the
“This is beautiful…”
“And you shall be beautiful too.”
“I can’t wait.”
“I want you to lay down on the altar for me.”
“Relax, take a deep breath...and look into my eyes.”
obeyed him as I laid down on the altar, relaxed, took a few deep
breaths and gazed into his hypnotic blue eyes, as I did - I fell into a
trance-like state, all of my previous problems and issues melted away
as I thought only of Walken and his wonderful Walken-like ways.
of my troubles were a complete blur, all I cared about was Walken. I
wanted to obey Walken, I wanted to follow him, I wanted to be Walken.
I felt so relaxed that I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by him.
I fell deeper into the trance-like state I started to groan slightly,
but the groan sounded a bit lower and more hypnotic - almost kind of
like a hypnotic growl. I looked up at Walken and growled to him.
“That’s it, relax...feel yourself becoming more relaxed and at home among the other Walkens here.”
“Master, I feel relaxed and at home. I feel like I belong here with the other Walkens helping you lead them.”
“Good...now...I want you to think like me, think Walken..”
closed my eyes and concentrated as my mind slowly started to alter and
shift, thoughts were becoming less human and more Walken-like,
thoughts of singing, dancing, hunting and of helping Walken lead the
cult - and of course cowbell. That sound echoed in my mind,
instinctively I groaned a few more times - this time pining for
cowbell as a fever came over me.
“Master...I feel strange..”
“I...well I shouldn’t say this because you’re probably sick of it, but...I have a fever..”
is normal. Because you are developing my instincts, this fever is
merely your need for cowbell starting to take hold, as you change it
“What do you think we should do?”
“More cowbell of course.”
need for more cowbell surely was taking hold of me, all I wanted to do
was hear more of it - its soothing hypnotic melodic tinking sound and
to embrace it, more cowbell was all I wanted. I wanted more, so much
more. I was really starting to think like Walken now, desiring more
cowbell and desiring it more than ever.
With each minute I was
beginning to feel less human and more Walkeny. My stomach made a
series of growling noises as my appetite shifted, human food and drink
meant nothing to me, only blood and cowbell.
“Are you thirsty?”
“Yessss….I desire blood.”
“Fear not, for I have plenty of it for you, if you’re going to be like me - you’ll need plenty of blood and cowbell.”
clicked his fingers as a chalice containing a mix of blood and
liquified cowbell appeared in front of me, I growled excitedly - my
ever Walkenizing mind becoming inquisitive, fixated on the chalice.
reached for the chalice and happily lapped up the contents, the
addicting taste increasing the trance and making me crave more of it. I
gestured to Walken and growled softly.
“There there, i’ll give it to you.”
“Master Walken? Will I be as wonderful as you?”
“Of course you will.”
“I can’t wait to follow you in your Walkeny footsteps.”
“Well then, let’s begin your transformation.”
nodded as I stood up slightly, groaning slightly as a cracking sound
was heard, that was coming from my legs as they slowly contorted,
growing longer and thinner until they reshaped themselves to become
Walken’s legs as the signature pale skintone slowly crept up them.
jeans slowly ripped apart as my belt snapped off, the remains of my
jeans reforming into a pair of elegant dark grey dress pants with a
slick silver belt slinking around my waist, my waist and legs were now a
little thinner and resembled Walken’s.
It was so blissful, I
growled a little as my thoughts were shifting even further as more
Walken thoughts took hold, all of Walken’s memories and thoughts being
transferred into my mind and it felt really nice, to be honest I really
enjoyed it. I wasn’t even concerned about what happened to my
sneakers as they were being reformed into a pair of black dress shoes.
the process the change progressed up to my upperbody starting with my
arms, my arms slowly elongated and contorted to match my legs,
becoming those of Walken as my fingers also shifted to become like
Walken’s figures with the knuckles becoming more pronounced.
pale skintone from before crept up my new arms as well as my back,
shoulders, torso and chest as they slimmed down to become Walken’s to
match my arms and legs, I groaned slightly as my shirt slowly ripped
apart to reform into an elegant suit and jacket and I elevated from my
normal height to 6’ft, which was Walken’s height.
the lower and upperbody I had Walken’s physique and lithe build, I
couldn’t help but admire my changing form as more Walkeny instincts and
traits slowly took hold of me, I had the urge to break out into a
dance number and I absolutely craved cowbell - but yet, I was becoming
ever so loyal to my master and I would do anything to help him spread
the word of Walken to humans.
The pale skintone by this point had
crept up to my neck and all of my skin imperfections faded away, my
neckline elongating, growing longer and thinner as the pale skintone
crept up my neck making it alter to become Walken’s neck. I growled
slightly as my senses heightened and my strength and agility increased
to inhuman levels.
My hair slowly prickled up as its color
changed to a lighter sandy brown color with the hairstyle spiking up to
resemble Walken’s as the pale skintone reached my face, my eyebrows
thinned out and turned the same color as my hair, I now had Walken’s
eyebrows to match my hair. My forehead elevated itself higher up as it
shifted to become Walken’s forehead.
Walken’s hypnotic powers
were working so well and I thought it was rather nice, I was looking
more forward to joining the Walken cult now as my eye color shifted to
an icy blue color with dark green inner rings, my eyes shifting to
become narrower and slightly sunken just like his.
“Master….i’m becoming beautiful.”
“Why, yes you are… just like me.”
sighed as my nose altered in shape until it resembled his nose, my
lips slowly thinned a little as the tips became pointed, the shape of
my lips becoming crescentian as my cheekbones altered to become more
pronounced, my cheeks becoming slightly sunken. My chin narrowed out
as my jaw-line became more angular.
Examining my new body and
features I now was looking like Walken himself as the shape and
structure of my head shifted to be more brachy/mesoian in shape looking
exactly like his, my features now fully resembling his. But my
transformation wasn’t done yet.
My voice deepened, growing
deeper and more distinctive, getting lower, gravelly, but very
distinctive with a New York accent, a very calm and hypnotic tone as my
speech patterns and mannerisms shifted to match my new appearance,
becoming Walken-like - I growled happily at this change.
last thing to change was my mind as all of Walken’s memories, thoughts,
traits, instincts and mannerisms took over completely, I was no
longer Nathan Forester...I was a Ronald Walken, but yet I was called
Christopher professionally - or Chris, yes, that’s a perfect name for
me. I was now completely transformed into an identical copy of Walken
himself, with his mannerisms and everything.
“Perfect...how do you feel?”
“Oh so wonderful and Walkeny.”
“Welcome to the Walken’s Cowbell Cult, my fine young apprentice.”
“Thank you, master. You’ve made my dream come true.”
“You’re welcome. It is my job to make all Walkens at heart feel welcome here.”
“I hope we can teach some humans how to get in touch with their inner Walkens too.”
“Oh, I think we can. Put on your new Walken’s robe and we can go and spread the word of Walken to all humans.”
that I put on the black robe Walken gave me and the two of us started
spreading the word of the Walken cult to the human world, creating more
Walkens in the process - it wasn’t long until I developed my Walken
claws and fangs along with Hessian-like teeth needed for hunting. I
felt at home with my new master Christopher Walken and the rest of the
No longer did people act weirded out by my devotion
to Walken, in fact they were enamored by it and wanted to join in,
luckily there is enough room in the cult for everybody.
ever felt like people view you as strange or even a little scary, you
might be a ‘Walken’ yourself, considering joining the Walken cult
today - you get lots of blood and cowbell and you get to make lots of
new friends and fellow Walken fans.