TftW: Trumped.
TftW: Trumped.
Donald Trump TF/Possession theme.
Disclaimer:
This is a self-aware story dealing with political satire and also pokes fun of easily offended types who make insulting comments using terms like 'cringe' and 'edgy', and this also deals with Trump supporters as a whole. And due to the fact this is satirical, it is advised not to take this seriously and also it is advised to complain about something more serious, and please...no hissyfits.
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There are two types of people out there, the ones that can take a joke and others that can't - those ones are the ones that make comments using words like edgy and cringe and act like your typical 'special snowflakes' you see every single day. Those types are the types that more often than not think that people need a reason to hate someone like Donald Trump. When in actuality there are already plenty of reasons to do so.
Jacob Wrightby or Jacobtherat42 was one such example, he was a Trump supporter and he was too stupid to figure out why people hated Trump. He was always under the impression Trump could do no wrong and he was quick to anger, he had no sense of humor or understanding of the word 'satire'. In fact, he didn't understand humor at all, so much so that he complained about Nathan aka Monstermaster13's recent story in a way not unlike your typical try-too-harder.
"Wow...edgy..."
"Really? Is that all you got? Edgy? What? Don't you know any language other than Internet Trollese? Come on man...be more original than that. You're not even that amusing, i've dealt with actual internet trolls who are smarter than you."
"I meant wow...pure cringe.."
"Oh, what's that? I'm sorry, I don't speak Try-too-hardian."
"I mean you...mate. I mean if you're gonna do political satire at least make it funny and not based on your bias opinion. I mean what have you got against Trump, huh? What have you got against him?"
"Oh wow....sorry I offended you Captain Douchebag. By the way that was sarcasm, something your puny mind possibly couldn't understand. What do I have against your precious hero Trumpty Dumpty? EVERYTHING! Not only is one of the worst things to happen in 2016 but also he is my arch nemesis."
"Oh..."
"And let me tell you something mister, if you think you are trying to be funny with these insults of yours than you sir are no better than Trump himself. At least he's actually somewhat amusing in a Troll 2 kind of way."
"But..."
"But nothing....if you want to be a douchebag about it, fine - be that way. But don't come crying to me when it comes back to haunt you later. You know what happens to people in these stories, right? Well you'll find out soon enough."
"That's ridiculous..."
"You're ridiculous..."
"Oh well...I warned you..."
Did Jacob heed Nathan's warning? No he did not and as such he unwittingly awakened the wrath of a spirit that just happened to be near by. The spirit was a male one that was a spectral version of president-elect Donald Trump, he looked down at Jacob and thought to himself that it would be fun to mess with this poor sap's mind and possibly possess him - he flew through the walls and over to where he was.
The spirit smiled as he saw Jacob about to get up, Jacob stretched and yawned for a few seconds, opening his mouth as he did so. Seizing the opportunity, he used his ghostly powers to enter his body through his mouth and possessed him, a few seconds later Jacob heard a voice in his head.
"Ah yes, perfect."
"Who said that?"
"I did..."
"Who are you and what are you doing in my body?"
"Why I am the Donald and I think you should show some respect to me. After all, I have only started making myself comfortable here in your home and now inside your body. You should know that."
"As in Trump?"
"Yes. You should know who I am by now seeing as you are a huge supporter of mine."
"Uhhh..."
"I know, you're speechless - I would be speechless too."
"But...it's not possible.."
"Actually it is VERY possible. I should know, i'm the one in this body of yours."
"This doesn't seem fair to me...why did you have to possess me like this?"
"Actually it is fair and it is your fault to begin with. Your behavior is the cause of this, you have brought this on yourself by acting worse than I normally am. And as such...your actions have alerted and awakened me."
"B-B-But..."
"But nothing, didn't Nathan warn you about this? Ah yes, he did and now it's coming back to haunt you. Let me tell you that you definitely deserved this. But don't worry, I won't do anything too horrible while i'm here."
"This isn't fair..."
"Hush..."
An uncomfortable series of gurgling sounds came from his stomach as he began to feel bizarre and almost kind of sick but he wasn't ill at all, it's just that he felt that way due to the possession, the gurgling sounds continued to emit as he clutched onto his stomach - feeling incredibly odd as he did so.
"Ugh...I feel weird..."
"I wouldn't worry about that, it will pass. After all, you're probably not used to having this sort of thing happening to you. Don't you worry though, I am definitely sure you will be soon."
"Uhh...what?"
"First things first though, this body of yours...it won't do. This form of yours is pathetic, I mean look at you, you're a total mess. This form of your is pathetic. I don't like it, it's not right for you and it's not right for me either. This body...ugh..no thanks."
"What's wrong with this body?"
"It's pathetic...you look like a complete mess with that schlubby build of yours, that ratty button up shirt and those jeans that look like you ripped them on purpose. And look at how you look, ugh. I cannot work with you when you are like this. You're weak and pathetic and need toughening up."
"Toughening up?"
"Why yes...this form of yours could use with some toughening up."
"But I like the way I am..."
"Too bad...because I don't. Honestly this form saddens me, it's time to lose that form and make you more like me. I don't like this current form of yours, I think it's time for an upgrade."
He was about to respond back but just as he was going to say something, his stomach started making those gurgling sounds from before, this time they were louder than last time, uncomfortable sensations started surging through his body as he began to get the feeling of being ill even though he wasn't.
His blue button up shirt with the picture of a Shrek-like character wearing a pair of 8bit sunglasses was slowly straining as his frame started to expand and swell, starting with his chest and torso, his stomach even did so as well - as the buttons slowly puckered and then pinged off one by one in a rapid fire fashion as the seams of the shirt began to undo themselves.
"Hey! This isn't funny in the slightest..cut it out..."
"Aaaaw...what's the matter? Don't you like this?"
"Noo...I don't...ugh."
"But look at you, you're getting so big...."
Looking at his shirt, he could tell it was slowly tearing apart due to his increasing bulk, he tried to get it off but before he could his arms swelled and broadened as did his hands, giving him slightly larger arms and hands. With a few more rips the shirt gave away as his back broadened, revealing the beginnings of a white shirt and a business suit coat of some kind growing underneath it.
And that wasn't all, his legs thickened and broadened as a pair of black shoes appeared on his feet, altering the size of his feet and shoes to a size 12. His jeans seemed to be fusing together and reforming, changing to fit his growing build. Within a few seconds later they had formed into the matching pants to go with the upperhalf of the suit, he cried out several times for the spirit to stop.
"Aaaaw come on...please?"
"Nope. Having way too much fun here."
"This is horrible."
"It's not that bad is it? I mean just look at you, you're getting a lot better already. I mean just look at you...you're looking pretty big - you're about my size in a lot of ways"
He groaned several times as he tried to fight the spirit's influence, but the spirit was pugnacious and he knew not to give up. He decided to influence him further and take control of him, making him hit himself several times as his skin slowly lost its imperfection, glistening, smoothening and even bronzing a bit.
It was getting increasingly difficult for him to control what was happening, the spirit seemed to be taking control of him and making his body react in various ways, his shoulders broadening as he accidentally fell backwards, his bulk breaking the seat he was sitting in prior to this. Speaking of which, he elevated in height to 6'2, his weight now increased to around 236lbs of not quite fat but still not quite muscle, about average for him at least.
"Yes...it's horrible, please make this stop."
"Don't be a cry-baby, i'm only making this form of yours more suitable."
"But...I'm...."
"Starting to look like me? Why yes you are..."
He panicked several times as the changes progressed, this time there was a tingling sensation in his scalp as blonde hairs started fusing with his regular light brown ones, at first making him develop blonde highlights, then lightening his hair and then finally turning it completely platinum blonde as his hair fluffed up and took on the same style as the spirit's own. He grunted as his eyebrows thickened, his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyebrows turned platinum blondish just like his hair.
The spirit was influencing him once again, as his eyes turned from brown to icy blue and they widened, his eyebrows arched to give him a stern look as his nose shrank a little in shape, his face slowly morphing and reshaping itself as his lips pursed and swelled a bit in size, his cheekbones sharpening to almost villainous lengths as his jawline altered, gruffening a bit.
"Oh god..."
"Well would you look at that! You're definitely looking a LOT like me. By the way, nice hair...I should take pointers from you. I think I like you better like this. Of course we're not quite done yet..."
"Uh oh..."
He felt his face as it continued to warp and alter, until slowly but surely he looked less like himself and more he was half Donald Trump, actually he looked like he was all Trump judging from how far the transformation had come along. He panicked as his face morphed a few more times until it was unmistakably the face of Apprentice era Donald Trump, his neckline altered as a long, ornate necktie wrapped itself around it, the necktie itself extending to become longer than your average necktie.
"Ah, that's much better..."
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
"What do you mean what have I done? All I have done is given you a form that fits me and you better. That old form of yours was so pathetic. I mean you didn't expect someone like me to walk around in THAT form now did you? Of course not. That form wasn't you anyway...but this one is."
"Please undo this I don't like this..."
"Oh, but I do and I think that you secretly like this..."
"WHAT?"
"Don't lie now, I know you secretly like this..."
"No I don't. Oh well, at least it's over..."
"Ah ah ah...we're not done yet!"
"Aaaaw...don't tell me.."
He was about to finish his sentence when he heard his own voice deepen and gruffen as it altered in tone and pitch, his voice now sounding remarkably like that of the spirit's as he developed a tough but authoritative set of mannerisms and a New Yorkish accent. Listening to his voice, he could tell he sounded like Trump as well as looked like him, he tried to protest about this but his protests were cut short.
His protests were cut short by a new series of sensations, these sensations burst forth in the form of mental changes, mostly his memories and personality altering to match that of his appearance and voice, traces of who he was fading away into the shadows and being replaced with pieces of new memories - memories of being business-man, real estate mogul and reality show host Donald Trump. As much as he tried to fight the spirit's influence, it was all in vain and he was now fully Trumped up. The words 'Apprentice' 'boss' 'tower' and the catchphrase 'you're fired' now fully implanted in that brain of his and sticking as if they were an incredibly strong glue.
He looked in the mirror for a few seconds and gasped, examining his face, he couldn't believe his eyes...he spun around as if he was dizzy, he couldn't believe it...he had been completed turned into Apprentice era Donald Trump as a result of being possessed by the spirit.
"There were go..."
"Aaaaw come on!"
"See? It's not so bad being me is it? Of course it isn't..."
"Now that you mention it..."
"See? I know you secretly liked it. But it certainly was fun watching you turn into me though. Seeing that shirt of yours just rip apart and everything as you developed my body shape. And that hair...wow...seeing it fluff up like that was amazing! It was definitely enjoyable to see that pathetic former form of yours fading away with each minute."
"I guess this isn't half bad..."
"I'm glad you see it that way. But you better get used to it though.."
"Why is that?"
"Because you're going to be me for the rest of your life..."
"You know I was going to freak out about this, but i'm oddly alright about it now.."
"Good...now about this home of yours."
"What about it?"
"It simply will not do..."
"What do you suggest?"
And so with that he used a ground-shaking ability to make a huge replica of Trump Tower burst through the ground, everything in the room turning to gold as the interior shifted to match his new surroundings. The place he used to reside him now was Trump Tower on the inside and also on the outside, a proper home for the spirit that was now in his body and in the body that suited him best.
As for what happened later, he continued to spread his influence - spreading it throughout the entire city as he began working on converting it into one Trump centric city of sorts and making it his own. He knew that with some luck he'd be able to conquer this city known as 'Oakendale'.
Remember my friends, complaining about things that are supposed to be comedic or humorous in nature gets you nowhere. Perhaps next time those people who can't take a joke should learn to understand what true satire is - political or otherwise. And the same goes for Trump supporters too, complaining over and over does NOT make things better for anyone and only makes you as bad as the man himself. It's basically a 'he who fights monsters' scenario. Oh and don't argue with someone who knows supernatural lore and rules , because it might just come back to haunt you.
Donald Trump TF/Possession theme.
Disclaimer:
This is a self-aware story dealing with political satire and also pokes fun of easily offended types who make insulting comments using terms like 'cringe' and 'edgy', and this also deals with Trump supporters as a whole. And due to the fact this is satirical, it is advised not to take this seriously and also it is advised to complain about something more serious, and please...no hissyfits.
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There are two types of people out there, the ones that can take a joke and others that can't - those ones are the ones that make comments using words like edgy and cringe and act like your typical 'special snowflakes' you see every single day. Those types are the types that more often than not think that people need a reason to hate someone like Donald Trump. When in actuality there are already plenty of reasons to do so.
Jacob Wrightby or Jacobtherat42 was one such example, he was a Trump supporter and he was too stupid to figure out why people hated Trump. He was always under the impression Trump could do no wrong and he was quick to anger, he had no sense of humor or understanding of the word 'satire'. In fact, he didn't understand humor at all, so much so that he complained about Nathan aka Monstermaster13's recent story in a way not unlike your typical try-too-harder.
"Wow...edgy..."
"Really? Is that all you got? Edgy? What? Don't you know any language other than Internet Trollese? Come on man...be more original than that. You're not even that amusing, i've dealt with actual internet trolls who are smarter than you."
"I meant wow...pure cringe.."
"Oh, what's that? I'm sorry, I don't speak Try-too-hardian."
"I mean you...mate. I mean if you're gonna do political satire at least make it funny and not based on your bias opinion. I mean what have you got against Trump, huh? What have you got against him?"
"Oh wow....sorry I offended you Captain Douchebag. By the way that was sarcasm, something your puny mind possibly couldn't understand. What do I have against your precious hero Trumpty Dumpty? EVERYTHING! Not only is one of the worst things to happen in 2016 but also he is my arch nemesis."
"Oh..."
"And let me tell you something mister, if you think you are trying to be funny with these insults of yours than you sir are no better than Trump himself. At least he's actually somewhat amusing in a Troll 2 kind of way."
"But..."
"But nothing....if you want to be a douchebag about it, fine - be that way. But don't come crying to me when it comes back to haunt you later. You know what happens to people in these stories, right? Well you'll find out soon enough."
"That's ridiculous..."
"You're ridiculous..."
"Oh well...I warned you..."
Did Jacob heed Nathan's warning? No he did not and as such he unwittingly awakened the wrath of a spirit that just happened to be near by. The spirit was a male one that was a spectral version of president-elect Donald Trump, he looked down at Jacob and thought to himself that it would be fun to mess with this poor sap's mind and possibly possess him - he flew through the walls and over to where he was.
The spirit smiled as he saw Jacob about to get up, Jacob stretched and yawned for a few seconds, opening his mouth as he did so. Seizing the opportunity, he used his ghostly powers to enter his body through his mouth and possessed him, a few seconds later Jacob heard a voice in his head.
"Ah yes, perfect."
"Who said that?"
"I did..."
"Who are you and what are you doing in my body?"
"Why I am the Donald and I think you should show some respect to me. After all, I have only started making myself comfortable here in your home and now inside your body. You should know that."
"As in Trump?"
"Yes. You should know who I am by now seeing as you are a huge supporter of mine."
"Uhhh..."
"I know, you're speechless - I would be speechless too."
"But...it's not possible.."
"Actually it is VERY possible. I should know, i'm the one in this body of yours."
"This doesn't seem fair to me...why did you have to possess me like this?"
"Actually it is fair and it is your fault to begin with. Your behavior is the cause of this, you have brought this on yourself by acting worse than I normally am. And as such...your actions have alerted and awakened me."
"B-B-But..."
"But nothing, didn't Nathan warn you about this? Ah yes, he did and now it's coming back to haunt you. Let me tell you that you definitely deserved this. But don't worry, I won't do anything too horrible while i'm here."
"This isn't fair..."
"Hush..."
An uncomfortable series of gurgling sounds came from his stomach as he began to feel bizarre and almost kind of sick but he wasn't ill at all, it's just that he felt that way due to the possession, the gurgling sounds continued to emit as he clutched onto his stomach - feeling incredibly odd as he did so.
"Ugh...I feel weird..."
"I wouldn't worry about that, it will pass. After all, you're probably not used to having this sort of thing happening to you. Don't you worry though, I am definitely sure you will be soon."
"Uhh...what?"
"First things first though, this body of yours...it won't do. This form of yours is pathetic, I mean look at you, you're a total mess. This form of your is pathetic. I don't like it, it's not right for you and it's not right for me either. This body...ugh..no thanks."
"What's wrong with this body?"
"It's pathetic...you look like a complete mess with that schlubby build of yours, that ratty button up shirt and those jeans that look like you ripped them on purpose. And look at how you look, ugh. I cannot work with you when you are like this. You're weak and pathetic and need toughening up."
"Toughening up?"
"Why yes...this form of yours could use with some toughening up."
"But I like the way I am..."
"Too bad...because I don't. Honestly this form saddens me, it's time to lose that form and make you more like me. I don't like this current form of yours, I think it's time for an upgrade."
He was about to respond back but just as he was going to say something, his stomach started making those gurgling sounds from before, this time they were louder than last time, uncomfortable sensations started surging through his body as he began to get the feeling of being ill even though he wasn't.
His blue button up shirt with the picture of a Shrek-like character wearing a pair of 8bit sunglasses was slowly straining as his frame started to expand and swell, starting with his chest and torso, his stomach even did so as well - as the buttons slowly puckered and then pinged off one by one in a rapid fire fashion as the seams of the shirt began to undo themselves.
"Hey! This isn't funny in the slightest..cut it out..."
"Aaaaw...what's the matter? Don't you like this?"
"Noo...I don't...ugh."
"But look at you, you're getting so big...."
Looking at his shirt, he could tell it was slowly tearing apart due to his increasing bulk, he tried to get it off but before he could his arms swelled and broadened as did his hands, giving him slightly larger arms and hands. With a few more rips the shirt gave away as his back broadened, revealing the beginnings of a white shirt and a business suit coat of some kind growing underneath it.
And that wasn't all, his legs thickened and broadened as a pair of black shoes appeared on his feet, altering the size of his feet and shoes to a size 12. His jeans seemed to be fusing together and reforming, changing to fit his growing build. Within a few seconds later they had formed into the matching pants to go with the upperhalf of the suit, he cried out several times for the spirit to stop.
"Aaaaw come on...please?"
"Nope. Having way too much fun here."
"This is horrible."
"It's not that bad is it? I mean just look at you, you're getting a lot better already. I mean just look at you...you're looking pretty big - you're about my size in a lot of ways"
He groaned several times as he tried to fight the spirit's influence, but the spirit was pugnacious and he knew not to give up. He decided to influence him further and take control of him, making him hit himself several times as his skin slowly lost its imperfection, glistening, smoothening and even bronzing a bit.
It was getting increasingly difficult for him to control what was happening, the spirit seemed to be taking control of him and making his body react in various ways, his shoulders broadening as he accidentally fell backwards, his bulk breaking the seat he was sitting in prior to this. Speaking of which, he elevated in height to 6'2, his weight now increased to around 236lbs of not quite fat but still not quite muscle, about average for him at least.
"Yes...it's horrible, please make this stop."
"Don't be a cry-baby, i'm only making this form of yours more suitable."
"But...I'm...."
"Starting to look like me? Why yes you are..."
He panicked several times as the changes progressed, this time there was a tingling sensation in his scalp as blonde hairs started fusing with his regular light brown ones, at first making him develop blonde highlights, then lightening his hair and then finally turning it completely platinum blonde as his hair fluffed up and took on the same style as the spirit's own. He grunted as his eyebrows thickened, his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyebrows turned platinum blondish just like his hair.
The spirit was influencing him once again, as his eyes turned from brown to icy blue and they widened, his eyebrows arched to give him a stern look as his nose shrank a little in shape, his face slowly morphing and reshaping itself as his lips pursed and swelled a bit in size, his cheekbones sharpening to almost villainous lengths as his jawline altered, gruffening a bit.
"Oh god..."
"Well would you look at that! You're definitely looking a LOT like me. By the way, nice hair...I should take pointers from you. I think I like you better like this. Of course we're not quite done yet..."
"Uh oh..."
He felt his face as it continued to warp and alter, until slowly but surely he looked less like himself and more he was half Donald Trump, actually he looked like he was all Trump judging from how far the transformation had come along. He panicked as his face morphed a few more times until it was unmistakably the face of Apprentice era Donald Trump, his neckline altered as a long, ornate necktie wrapped itself around it, the necktie itself extending to become longer than your average necktie.
"Ah, that's much better..."
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
"What do you mean what have I done? All I have done is given you a form that fits me and you better. That old form of yours was so pathetic. I mean you didn't expect someone like me to walk around in THAT form now did you? Of course not. That form wasn't you anyway...but this one is."
"Please undo this I don't like this..."
"Oh, but I do and I think that you secretly like this..."
"WHAT?"
"Don't lie now, I know you secretly like this..."
"No I don't. Oh well, at least it's over..."
"Ah ah ah...we're not done yet!"
"Aaaaw...don't tell me.."
He was about to finish his sentence when he heard his own voice deepen and gruffen as it altered in tone and pitch, his voice now sounding remarkably like that of the spirit's as he developed a tough but authoritative set of mannerisms and a New Yorkish accent. Listening to his voice, he could tell he sounded like Trump as well as looked like him, he tried to protest about this but his protests were cut short.
His protests were cut short by a new series of sensations, these sensations burst forth in the form of mental changes, mostly his memories and personality altering to match that of his appearance and voice, traces of who he was fading away into the shadows and being replaced with pieces of new memories - memories of being business-man, real estate mogul and reality show host Donald Trump. As much as he tried to fight the spirit's influence, it was all in vain and he was now fully Trumped up. The words 'Apprentice' 'boss' 'tower' and the catchphrase 'you're fired' now fully implanted in that brain of his and sticking as if they were an incredibly strong glue.
He looked in the mirror for a few seconds and gasped, examining his face, he couldn't believe his eyes...he spun around as if he was dizzy, he couldn't believe it...he had been completed turned into Apprentice era Donald Trump as a result of being possessed by the spirit.
"There were go..."
"Aaaaw come on!"
"See? It's not so bad being me is it? Of course it isn't..."
"Now that you mention it..."
"See? I know you secretly liked it. But it certainly was fun watching you turn into me though. Seeing that shirt of yours just rip apart and everything as you developed my body shape. And that hair...wow...seeing it fluff up like that was amazing! It was definitely enjoyable to see that pathetic former form of yours fading away with each minute."
"I guess this isn't half bad..."
"I'm glad you see it that way. But you better get used to it though.."
"Why is that?"
"Because you're going to be me for the rest of your life..."
"You know I was going to freak out about this, but i'm oddly alright about it now.."
"Good...now about this home of yours."
"What about it?"
"It simply will not do..."
"What do you suggest?"
And so with that he used a ground-shaking ability to make a huge replica of Trump Tower burst through the ground, everything in the room turning to gold as the interior shifted to match his new surroundings. The place he used to reside him now was Trump Tower on the inside and also on the outside, a proper home for the spirit that was now in his body and in the body that suited him best.
As for what happened later, he continued to spread his influence - spreading it throughout the entire city as he began working on converting it into one Trump centric city of sorts and making it his own. He knew that with some luck he'd be able to conquer this city known as 'Oakendale'.
Remember my friends, complaining about things that are supposed to be comedic or humorous in nature gets you nowhere. Perhaps next time those people who can't take a joke should learn to understand what true satire is - political or otherwise. And the same goes for Trump supporters too, complaining over and over does NOT make things better for anyone and only makes you as bad as the man himself. It's basically a 'he who fights monsters' scenario. Oh and don't argue with someone who knows supernatural lore and rules , because it might just come back to haunt you.
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