Revolting Revolution
Revolting Revolution
NOTE:
This is one of many of the Were-Russell stories that has a transformation into the Russell/Were-Russell persona, and this is one of the first to have Kara - one of his friends in a co-starring role.
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Our hero Nathan was watching television with his friend Kara, flipping through the channels when Russell Brand appeared on the news channel - which excited Kara because she was a Russell fan-girl, Nathan on the other hand was disgusted.
"Ugh....Russell Brand again? Does this idiot ever shut up!"
"Aaaw come on Nathan, don't bash him - he's doing a good thing."
"He'd be doing a good thing if he kept his mouth shut."
Nathan had absolutely had it up to here with Russell Brand, as far as he could tell 2014 was the year almost dominated by Brand and his 'revolution'. He thought that the whole Russell worshiping thing was a stupid fad or fan-girl obsession gone too far. It was the worst thing to ever happen that year since Robin Williams, Rik Mayall and Bob Hoskins died.
"Aaaw, don't be mean to Russell...what did he ever do to you?"
"I HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT HIM AND OF TURNING INTO HIM!"
"Oh..."
"That's what he did to me, he gave me nightmares."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to... he's harmless...isn't that right Lil Russell?"
Kara hugged her Russell Brand plush-doll and squeezed him tightly, the doll - which had Russell's voice was one she won at a Revolution book signing. The doll was a cutiefied plush version of Russell in his signature outfit.
"Hello! I'm Lil Russell Brand. Do you want to play a game of revolution with me?"
"I love you Lil Russell.."
"Eeeew! I still can't believe you talked me into helping you enter that stupid contest at the book signing just to win that stupid Russell Brand doll. I mean just look at that thing, it's repulsive. And I can't believe I was talked into helping you win that stupid doll!"
"Don't be mean to Lil Russell. He's the cutest thing ever! Stupid doll? Stupid doll? Lil Russell is not a stupid doll, he's an adorable plushie that walks and talks and is fully interactive with other electronic plushes."
"Pfft. The Little Jay - the Jay Leno plushie that was given out when I portrayed Jay Leno in the musical and movie 'Leno' is the exact same thing - only it is something I made as a cute toy to entertain Leno fans. Russell Brand just keeps ripping off my ideas!"
"But Lil Russell is the only doll who reads from both My Booky Wooks, Trickster Tales and Revolution. Plus his hair is super soft. And he makes the cutest sounds, he even giggles when you tickle him and he cries when you don't give him a hug."
"Why did you want to win that doll anyway?"
"Because when I went to the toy store to get one - all of the toy stores were sold out."
"Ever hear of Ebay?"
"I did check on there but most of the Lil Russell dolls for sale were in different outfits, the one I wanted was the one with the signature outfit because that one looked really cute in the photo."
"And how exactly did you win it?"
"Simple. I entered an essay contest."
"I suppose the essay was Russell related."
"It sure was! Over 10 pages or more of 'Why I Love And Adore Russell', I ran out of paper so I had to use some of yours. There wasn't enough room for all the words I use to describe Russell."
"YOU DID WHAT TO WRITE YOUR STUPID RUSSELL BRAND ESSAY?"
"I used some of your paper...."
"YOU USED...MY...PRINTER...PAPER?"
"I'm sorry..."
"MY...PRINTER....PAPER!?"
"I'm sorry..."
"THAT'S IT! YOU'VE CROSSED THE LINE. NOW I'VE OFFICIALLY HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU AND YOUR RUSSELL BRAND OBSESSION! IT'S GOTTEN OUT OF HAND!PLEASE..GIVE ME THAT DOLL...RIGHT NOW!"
"Noooo...not Lil Russell!"
In a fit of rage, Nathan picked up the Lil Russell Brand do and started to fiddle around with it, but before he could do that - he was greeted by a rather unwelcome sign indeed, intense pain jolting through his whole body.
"Ugh......oh god...."
"Are you alright, Nathan?"
"Do I look like i'm okay? I'm in intense pain here!"
He clutched his stomach as he began to feel very violently ill, coughing up black liquid as he did so, he wasn't sick physically - in fact you could tell he was perfectly healthy with no health problems. But he felt as if he had eaten something poisonous or was about to throw up, it was an extremely unpleasant feeling.
Kara wanted to help Nathan but it looked like he was in a great deal of agony, which he was - he could feel all sorts of unpleasant sensations jolting through his body and it made him moan out in absolute anguish and for numerous reason. Looking at his chest, he could see what appeared to be hairs growing on it, but they weren't the same color as his hair - they were black, they were very thin hairs, they weren't bushy or entirely hairy...just thin hairs that met in the middle, making it look like patches of black fur.
The hairs also slowly crept up his arms as fingernails elongated, lengthened and sharpened, turning jet black and becoming akin to claws, his arms extended to 33.5 centimeters in length and became very lithe, his complexion dirtying itself up a little as he felt his arms, on one of his arms a 'sanskrit' tattoo manifested itself. He grunted several times in agony as his very being began to alter and distort.
He clutched his stomach like he did before, only this time it was because his appetite was rapidly changing to become more ravenous and monstrous, he snarled several times as his chest and torso elongated in length to 109 centimeters and 43 inches. In the process his back became much leaner, and a pair of black raven-like wings slowly grew out of it. His waistline also slimmed down along with his stomach going to 84 centimeters and 33 inches, his shoulders also elongated to follow.
In the process, he slowly elevated in height to 6'1/6'2, as his clothing slowly remolded itself into a black leather ensemble with several silver chains and rings on his fingers, his neckline elongated itself to become more slender. One of the parts he feared the most was coming up, he could feel it . His hair slowly extended and lengthened as it grew longer, becoming tangled and messier as it slowly turned jet black, the style turning from its normal straight-style into a rather wild back-combed hairstyle.
A pair of black furred wolf-like ears slowly peaked out of the top of his head and perked up, as his head shape shifted to become oval, in the process his eyebrows slowly thickened and blackened before arching a little, his eye color turned to a darker shade of brown before turning a golden yellow color and becoming lupine in nature.
His eyes in general widened as eyeliner or 'guy-liner' as it was sometimes called was applied around them, in the process his nose shrank a little as his lips became a bit more pronounced, his teeth sharpened as his canine teeth extended to resemble fangs while the rest of them became pointed. Scruffy, visible facial hair grew around his lower-jaw and his chin as his facial features morph and distorted.
There was an uncomfortable stretching sensation as his facial features morphed, distorted and reshaped themselves until they were molded into the likeness of Russell himself - which only made him more horrified about this whole ordeal. But the worst, the worst was yet to come and it was the part he hated the most.
He whimpered several times as his voice altered itself to match his appearance, slowly altering to become Russell's voice as his accent altered into an Essex based British accent, in the process - his mind began to fill with dark and twisted thoughts as his intelligence increased, his personality becoming more rebellious and dangerous but also highly intellectual and flirtatious. It was now impossible to tell if he was even himself at all, as far as he knew...he looked and sounded and acted like Russell.
His facial expression curved itself into a sly smirking expression as his transformation completed, it seemed that now once again Russell/Were-Russell had been awakened, he blushed sheepishly before picking himself up.
"I can explain...honest."
"You....you...you're..."
"I know what you're going to say..."
"You're Russell!"
"What? Oh hell no...i'm not Russell, i'm Nathan...your friend.."
"Oh, Russelll - you're so silly..."
"But I am NOT Russell Brand!"
"Oh yes you are..."
"Kara...what the hell has gotten into you?"
"Nothing, it's just...i'm a little obsessed with Russell..."
"A little obsessed? Kara, the room you live in the apartment is filled with Russell Brand stuff, you even have Russell Brand dolls that you collect and talk to like they're the real thing, you can't get enough of him. He's all you ever think about it."
"Okay...I admit it."
"Sometimes I don't know what to do with you and your obsession with him. The lights on are on, but you're not home. Your mind is his - and not your own. Your heart sweats, your body shakes - and Russell Brand is all it takes."
"I know, I know..."
"It just gets so out of hand sometimes. All you do is fantasize about him. You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep. Your throat is tight, you can't breathe, to you - Russell is all you need. You like to think you're immune to his charms, but it's closer to the truth to say you think you belong in his arms."
"Aaaaw...if only.."
"That's exactly what i'm talking about. You know, you're gonna have to face it - you're addicted to Brand. You're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Brand. Might as well face it, you're addicted to Brand."
"You're right, i'm totally addicted to him."
"Your Russell Brand obsession makes you so dangerous to be around, Kara. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, i'm just saying...at least warn me before going into Fan-Girl from Hell mode on me, please? You're a bit of a monster when you're like this."
"I can't help myself..."
"It's alright, just don't over-do it."
"I won't..."
Russell/Were-Russell sighed for a bit before calming down and giving Kara a hug, he then turned his attention towards the television and switched the channel to the horror channel where there was a special marathon of Werecreature movies showing. He sat himself down in front of the tv and decided to watch the marathon.
"Coming up next on the Horror Channel...the 1982 remake of Cat People followed by a double bill of the Howling and Howling II. Plus, stay tuned after the break for a chance to talk to legendary shock-rock horror DJ Doctor Insanity."
"Now THIS is more like it!"
And so with that, Russell/Were-Russell kicked his feet up and sat back as the Horror Channel's Werecreature marathon played on, he smiled as he looked at the poster of Elizabeth Brooks as Marsha in the Howling and then towards the Fangoria collection he had been working on. He knew that he was going to be in for one hell of a night, and he definitely felt more relaxed than he did before this entire ordeal happened, of course he was just glad Kara wasn't going to tell her friends about his hairy wairy Russell Brandy Wandy secret.
As for what happened to him later, he morphed back to his normal form for a while but then decided to lay around the apartment as Russell/Were-Russell and snuggle up with his friend Kara, for even though her Russell obsession could be dangerous at times - he still considered her a very good friend.
NOTE:
This is one of many of the Were-Russell stories that has a transformation into the Russell/Were-Russell persona, and this is one of the first to have Kara - one of his friends in a co-starring role.
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Our hero Nathan was watching television with his friend Kara, flipping through the channels when Russell Brand appeared on the news channel - which excited Kara because she was a Russell fan-girl, Nathan on the other hand was disgusted.
"Ugh....Russell Brand again? Does this idiot ever shut up!"
"Aaaw come on Nathan, don't bash him - he's doing a good thing."
"He'd be doing a good thing if he kept his mouth shut."
Nathan had absolutely had it up to here with Russell Brand, as far as he could tell 2014 was the year almost dominated by Brand and his 'revolution'. He thought that the whole Russell worshiping thing was a stupid fad or fan-girl obsession gone too far. It was the worst thing to ever happen that year since Robin Williams, Rik Mayall and Bob Hoskins died.
"Aaaw, don't be mean to Russell...what did he ever do to you?"
"I HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT HIM AND OF TURNING INTO HIM!"
"Oh..."
"That's what he did to me, he gave me nightmares."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to... he's harmless...isn't that right Lil Russell?"
Kara hugged her Russell Brand plush-doll and squeezed him tightly, the doll - which had Russell's voice was one she won at a Revolution book signing. The doll was a cutiefied plush version of Russell in his signature outfit.
"Hello! I'm Lil Russell Brand. Do you want to play a game of revolution with me?"
"I love you Lil Russell.."
"Eeeew! I still can't believe you talked me into helping you enter that stupid contest at the book signing just to win that stupid Russell Brand doll. I mean just look at that thing, it's repulsive. And I can't believe I was talked into helping you win that stupid doll!"
"Don't be mean to Lil Russell. He's the cutest thing ever! Stupid doll? Stupid doll? Lil Russell is not a stupid doll, he's an adorable plushie that walks and talks and is fully interactive with other electronic plushes."
"Pfft. The Little Jay - the Jay Leno plushie that was given out when I portrayed Jay Leno in the musical and movie 'Leno' is the exact same thing - only it is something I made as a cute toy to entertain Leno fans. Russell Brand just keeps ripping off my ideas!"
"But Lil Russell is the only doll who reads from both My Booky Wooks, Trickster Tales and Revolution. Plus his hair is super soft. And he makes the cutest sounds, he even giggles when you tickle him and he cries when you don't give him a hug."
"Why did you want to win that doll anyway?"
"Because when I went to the toy store to get one - all of the toy stores were sold out."
"Ever hear of Ebay?"
"I did check on there but most of the Lil Russell dolls for sale were in different outfits, the one I wanted was the one with the signature outfit because that one looked really cute in the photo."
"And how exactly did you win it?"
"Simple. I entered an essay contest."
"I suppose the essay was Russell related."
"It sure was! Over 10 pages or more of 'Why I Love And Adore Russell', I ran out of paper so I had to use some of yours. There wasn't enough room for all the words I use to describe Russell."
"YOU DID WHAT TO WRITE YOUR STUPID RUSSELL BRAND ESSAY?"
"I used some of your paper...."
"YOU USED...MY...PRINTER...PAPER?"
"I'm sorry..."
"MY...PRINTER....PAPER!?"
"I'm sorry..."
"THAT'S IT! YOU'VE CROSSED THE LINE. NOW I'VE OFFICIALLY HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU AND YOUR RUSSELL BRAND OBSESSION! IT'S GOTTEN OUT OF HAND!PLEASE..GIVE ME THAT DOLL...RIGHT NOW!"
"Noooo...not Lil Russell!"
In a fit of rage, Nathan picked up the Lil Russell Brand do and started to fiddle around with it, but before he could do that - he was greeted by a rather unwelcome sign indeed, intense pain jolting through his whole body.
"Ugh......oh god...."
"Are you alright, Nathan?"
"Do I look like i'm okay? I'm in intense pain here!"
He clutched his stomach as he began to feel very violently ill, coughing up black liquid as he did so, he wasn't sick physically - in fact you could tell he was perfectly healthy with no health problems. But he felt as if he had eaten something poisonous or was about to throw up, it was an extremely unpleasant feeling.
Kara wanted to help Nathan but it looked like he was in a great deal of agony, which he was - he could feel all sorts of unpleasant sensations jolting through his body and it made him moan out in absolute anguish and for numerous reason. Looking at his chest, he could see what appeared to be hairs growing on it, but they weren't the same color as his hair - they were black, they were very thin hairs, they weren't bushy or entirely hairy...just thin hairs that met in the middle, making it look like patches of black fur.
The hairs also slowly crept up his arms as fingernails elongated, lengthened and sharpened, turning jet black and becoming akin to claws, his arms extended to 33.5 centimeters in length and became very lithe, his complexion dirtying itself up a little as he felt his arms, on one of his arms a 'sanskrit' tattoo manifested itself. He grunted several times in agony as his very being began to alter and distort.
He clutched his stomach like he did before, only this time it was because his appetite was rapidly changing to become more ravenous and monstrous, he snarled several times as his chest and torso elongated in length to 109 centimeters and 43 inches. In the process his back became much leaner, and a pair of black raven-like wings slowly grew out of it. His waistline also slimmed down along with his stomach going to 84 centimeters and 33 inches, his shoulders also elongated to follow.
In the process, he slowly elevated in height to 6'1/6'2, as his clothing slowly remolded itself into a black leather ensemble with several silver chains and rings on his fingers, his neckline elongated itself to become more slender. One of the parts he feared the most was coming up, he could feel it . His hair slowly extended and lengthened as it grew longer, becoming tangled and messier as it slowly turned jet black, the style turning from its normal straight-style into a rather wild back-combed hairstyle.
A pair of black furred wolf-like ears slowly peaked out of the top of his head and perked up, as his head shape shifted to become oval, in the process his eyebrows slowly thickened and blackened before arching a little, his eye color turned to a darker shade of brown before turning a golden yellow color and becoming lupine in nature.
His eyes in general widened as eyeliner or 'guy-liner' as it was sometimes called was applied around them, in the process his nose shrank a little as his lips became a bit more pronounced, his teeth sharpened as his canine teeth extended to resemble fangs while the rest of them became pointed. Scruffy, visible facial hair grew around his lower-jaw and his chin as his facial features morph and distorted.
There was an uncomfortable stretching sensation as his facial features morphed, distorted and reshaped themselves until they were molded into the likeness of Russell himself - which only made him more horrified about this whole ordeal. But the worst, the worst was yet to come and it was the part he hated the most.
He whimpered several times as his voice altered itself to match his appearance, slowly altering to become Russell's voice as his accent altered into an Essex based British accent, in the process - his mind began to fill with dark and twisted thoughts as his intelligence increased, his personality becoming more rebellious and dangerous but also highly intellectual and flirtatious. It was now impossible to tell if he was even himself at all, as far as he knew...he looked and sounded and acted like Russell.
His facial expression curved itself into a sly smirking expression as his transformation completed, it seemed that now once again Russell/Were-Russell had been awakened, he blushed sheepishly before picking himself up.
"I can explain...honest."
"You....you...you're..."
"I know what you're going to say..."
"You're Russell!"
"What? Oh hell no...i'm not Russell, i'm Nathan...your friend.."
"Oh, Russelll - you're so silly..."
"But I am NOT Russell Brand!"
"Oh yes you are..."
"Kara...what the hell has gotten into you?"
"Nothing, it's just...i'm a little obsessed with Russell..."
"A little obsessed? Kara, the room you live in the apartment is filled with Russell Brand stuff, you even have Russell Brand dolls that you collect and talk to like they're the real thing, you can't get enough of him. He's all you ever think about it."
"Okay...I admit it."
"Sometimes I don't know what to do with you and your obsession with him. The lights on are on, but you're not home. Your mind is his - and not your own. Your heart sweats, your body shakes - and Russell Brand is all it takes."
"I know, I know..."
"It just gets so out of hand sometimes. All you do is fantasize about him. You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep. Your throat is tight, you can't breathe, to you - Russell is all you need. You like to think you're immune to his charms, but it's closer to the truth to say you think you belong in his arms."
"Aaaaw...if only.."
"That's exactly what i'm talking about. You know, you're gonna have to face it - you're addicted to Brand. You're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Brand. Might as well face it, you're addicted to Brand."
"You're right, i'm totally addicted to him."
"Your Russell Brand obsession makes you so dangerous to be around, Kara. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, i'm just saying...at least warn me before going into Fan-Girl from Hell mode on me, please? You're a bit of a monster when you're like this."
"I can't help myself..."
"It's alright, just don't over-do it."
"I won't..."
Russell/Were-Russell sighed for a bit before calming down and giving Kara a hug, he then turned his attention towards the television and switched the channel to the horror channel where there was a special marathon of Werecreature movies showing. He sat himself down in front of the tv and decided to watch the marathon.
"Coming up next on the Horror Channel...the 1982 remake of Cat People followed by a double bill of the Howling and Howling II. Plus, stay tuned after the break for a chance to talk to legendary shock-rock horror DJ Doctor Insanity."
"Now THIS is more like it!"
And so with that, Russell/Were-Russell kicked his feet up and sat back as the Horror Channel's Werecreature marathon played on, he smiled as he looked at the poster of Elizabeth Brooks as Marsha in the Howling and then towards the Fangoria collection he had been working on. He knew that he was going to be in for one hell of a night, and he definitely felt more relaxed than he did before this entire ordeal happened, of course he was just glad Kara wasn't going to tell her friends about his hairy wairy Russell Brandy Wandy secret.
As for what happened to him later, he morphed back to his normal form for a while but then decided to lay around the apartment as Russell/Were-Russell and snuggle up with his friend Kara, for even though her Russell obsession could be dangerous at times - he still considered her a very good friend.
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