TftW: Just Like Trumpty.

TftW:  Just Like Trumpty.
Donald Trump TF/MC with monster theme.

NOTE:
This is meant to be satire making fun of the overall sensitive types that object to this type of story and also it is meant to be a story of my character experiencing his worst nightmare coming to life.   This also involves dreams-within-a-dream. Please save complaints for something more serious.   Also please refrain from such comments as 'WHY DID YOU DO THIS?',  this is satirical and if you don't like it you can look at something else.

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Scientist Nathan Forester wasn't one to get political,  in fact on most occasions he avoided politics like the plague but not in the case of his last year and it was all because of his newest arch enemy -  Donald J.  Trump.   He couldn't stand Trump and the fact he out of all people became president really made him wonder if humanity instead had gone crazy,  whenever he tried to speak out about,  he was barraged with comments from the oversensitive 'snowflake squad' that always tried to defend themselves and Trump by making those stupid 'but Hillary is worse' comments.    He felt like this was a bizaro version of the Leno/Conan debacle, only in place of an otherwise good person who was accused of being a cruel and heartless person,  it was a cruel and heartless person that was viewed as being nice.

While Leno is a good person who was called by people - mostly people like Howard Stern, assholes on Youtube who still won't let go,   and Conan Supporters many insulting things including 'backstabber'  'weasel'  'snake'  and even 'thief',   Trump was an insensitive idiot who actually DID deserve to be called the things people called him,   because nobody was ever going to take him seriously anyway,  what with every single little thing he did being so ridiculously stupid and making 2016 a terrible year to be around and the worst thing to come out of that year next to crappy reboots,  Norm of the North,  and of course the countless celebrity deaths.

Of course during the day he was safe,  but night-time on the other hand was traumatic for him,  because Trump and the whole species that spawned from his reign - the Monstrumps wreaked constant havoc on his dreams/visions,  and before you ask...NO Putin wasn't involved and neither was he associated with them.    He had dreams/visions of being hunted down and chased, and being almost cut open and dissected like an animal on a lab table, viewed as a monster and abomination by all including his former friends.   And even worse, becoming Trump himself...these visions are ones he had no control of.

But even more horrifying was the fact that nobody believed him in these scenarios, except for Bellwether.   One particular night,  his predicament got a whole lot worse when he saw another news report on the local news channel about the Trumpocracy (a term used to describe Trump's 1000 days of presidency) and how Trump was making things worse rather than helping by making a big deal out of things that shouldn't be complained about so much, and of things like Twitter wars.   He knew that if anything,  he was going to have a word with ol tangerine skin on there.  A word being no-less than 140 characters on Twitter terms.

"Ugh...does ever not do anything stupid?"

"I know I know...but he's just adjusting..."

"If by adjusting,  you mean going on golfing trips to Mar-A-Lago,  staying wide awake at 3 o clock in the morning to complain on Twitter,  not doing anything remotely useful,  complaining in general,  throwing hissyfits and being a moron...then,  yes I agree, he is definitely 'adjusting'."

"Well i'm sure he doesn't mean to."

"You're not one of those people who thinks of him as some kind of role model or hero,  are you?  Because if you are,  I am going to think twice about inviting you for a movie night party or over to my place in general."

"Well...you know,   it does take a while to get used to new things."

"This is Trumpty we're talking about here,  remember?  This isn't something like moving into a new house or move to a new city or what have you,  this is a 71 year old who acts like an over-the-top diva who since January has been elected the most IMPORTANT job title in the world,  this isn't 'first day at school'  or 'first sleepover'. "

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...I am..."

"Maybe he'll lighten up."

"Yeah right,  and maybe one day Seltzerberg will actually do another GOOD parody movie."

"We must give him a chance..."

He turned towards the location of the tv and was about to press the mute button or possibly switch to another channel when as if by supernatural coincidence,  the remote stopped working and no matter what button he pressed,  it just wouldn't work.   He even tried switching the tv off but the supernatural force behind what was preventing him from doing anything sent a supernatural shock-wave jolting through the screen,  knocking him back several paces.     He was temporarily knocked out for a few minutes or so,  having another disturbing dream/vision,    in the vision he was lying on his back on a lab table about to be cut open and dissected,  the people that tied him to the table were his former friends and they all viewed him as Trump himself.   

Also in the vision,  he struggled to try and convince that he wasn't anything like him, but they wouldn't listen to him and proceeded to attempt to cut him open.   He couldn't do anything about it,  he couldn't move and he couldn't get out.   Luckily though that vision ended with it being just that...a vision,   but then he awoke from that vision to find that he was in a room of some kind,  a room inside the building known as Trump Tower.   He didn't know how he ended up there or what he was even doing,  but he was looking around,  feeling lost and frightened and desperately searching for a way out.    He was almost successful when he was pulled down by an unseen force and bit by bit slowly changed into Trump,  the process being very traumatizing for him on a physical and psychological scale.

The vision ended and he awoke from his brief time of being passed out,  he looked in the mirror and was glad to see that he was his normal self and that he hadn't been transformed, he then looked over at the tv and decided to give it another go,  but this time he was greeted by a most unpleasant sight,   Trump was on the screen and started talking back to him.

"Grrr...stupid Trump.   Some president he is,  more like a big orange crybaby!  How can THIS idiot be even considered a legit president at all?  Seriously,  he's so big,  dumb and angry all the time and yeeesh...what a jerkass."

"I heard that."

"Trumpty?"

"Yes,  it is me.  Now you are probably wondering why I am talking to you...well I am here to teach you a lesson.  You see I have heard about what you've said about me and I don't think it's fair.  You are pretty much saying I am incapable of being a good president."

"I think it's perfectly fair to me,  you deserve it."

"But you don't know what being me is like."

"Yes,  I do  - it's horrible and i'll never get used to it."

"Well then...i'm going to have to help you with that."

"Oh no you don't..."

"Oh yes..."

Trump's eyes gave off a supernatural glow as they turned golden,  Nathan tried to turn away but he couldn't,  as he began to feel weaker and like he was being put in a trance-like state, he couldn't look away and soon he began to fall.   His stomach gurgled and growled a few times as he felt himself slowly getting rather hungry,  he felt ravenous,  he hurried over to the fridge to get something to eat but even then,  his appetite just kept on increasing and making it difficult to control.

His legs started to ache as he felt the aching sensation in both of them,   his feet in particular aching extremely horribly as a bone spur developed in one of them with a slightly audible crack,  making him yelp in pain as his legs broadened and stretched, his jeans straining a little as his rear started inflating and growing,  causing pressure at the back of them. His rear inflated a bit more as his jeans ripped,  revealing the lowerhalf of a business suit growing underneath while his shoes elevated themselves into a pair of size 12 workshoes.   He growled a few times as power jolted through him.

It was a disgusting process but for some reason no matter how much pain he was in,  he was starting to kind of enjoy it..even if he indeed was turning into someone he hated.  It felt and sounded gross and grotesque what with all the crunching noises but oddly it felt kind of good,  and as much as he hated it...he was enjoying it.    His shirt slowly began to tighten as his chest and torso as well as his mid-section in general broadened,  his stomach swelling and pressing against the front of it.

"Ugh..this is so gross yet so fascinating...why do I like this?"

"Because you're being given my powers and aura of course,  and you're getting a new set of instincts and you have always liked this...it feels great to you.   It feels terrific to let yourself transform.."

"But i'm turning into you...this feels so wrong."

"Oh but it is so very right.."

"Grrr....I hate this but yet I like it."

He groaned a few times as his shirt buttons popped off,  his shirt itself straining to stay on as his back broadened with a loud cracking sound,   to him it felt like he was being fattened up or that he was reenacting the scene in Big Trouble in Little China where Thunder explodes and looks like a mutant Garbage Pail Kid.    His arms broadened with a loud crunch as his hands enlarged as well,  his skin slowly starting to turn from its normal color to a peach-tan color that wasn't quite orange starting with on his hands.

The hunger from within was rapidly increasing as he heard his shirt tearing away to reveal the upperhalf of the business suit growing underneath,  his skin bubbling a bit as the process continued,  power jolting through him as new instincts began to influence him,  he was now thinking that this was supposed to happen after all and that this was natural,  he instinctively growled as his strength increased to inhuman levels while his senses heightened,  he couldn't help but feel extremely fierce and powerful.

He slowly elevated in height from 5'7 to 6'2 as his shoulders broadened,  his neckline altering as a long crimson necktie wrapped around his neck,  the necktie extended itself and lengthened down to his stomach in the process.  Hairs in his scalp slowly began to lighten as platinum blonde ones fused with his naturally brown ones and turned them blonde,  as his hair in general slowly turned blonde and fluffed up,  instinctively he groomed it,  the style automatically taking on a familar style to him.

His brow sloped and became a bit more pronounced as his eyebrows bushed up,  turning blonde just like his hair as his eyes widened,  turning from light/dark brown to icy blue, as his eyebrows arched,  his nose altering a bit in shape and size as his mouth widened,  his teeth glistening as his lips puckered and became a bit fuller,  his jaw-like broadening as his cheekbones sharpened.   His head look significantly a bit bigger than the rest of his frame but he didn't mind this,  his facial features slowly grizzling and warping themselves, contorting into the likeness of Trump himself,  technically it was 90's/2000's era Trump but still it was Trump-like in appearance nonetheless.

He growled a few times as the instincts guided him further,  realigning his thoughts and memories as his voice gruffened and deepened,   altering itself as he developed a New York accent and distinctive tone to it,  very gruff but authoritative as his personality and mind altered to match his appearance,   in unison both his voice and persona became Trump's along with his new memories and thoughts,  luckily though he wasn't evil or insane since he was pre-election Trump.   Election era Trump was what he referred to as basically the Trump equivalent of going full blown villain/monster,   but this one however was good,  and he felt good to as his mind slowly underwent one last alteration.

Traces of Nathan fading away completely and being replaced with memories of being Trumpty,  and he did not mind this,  this seemed natural and just right to him as his transformation completed,  he looked out the window and smiled before scratching his chin, the Trump on the tv screen looked at him for a few seconds.

"Well then...you came out nicely."

"Uhhh...thanks..."

"Now you're going to have to spend quite a bit of time like this,  don't worry,  it wears off,  you just have to look out for an orange moon once and a while but apart from that, i'm sure you will manage."

"Will I have to worry about turning evil like you?"

"Nah...you can just be the good version of me and go around doing the opposite of what I do.   You're basically the ying to my yang  so to speak. You're the good half,  I am the bad half. You know how opposites work."

"I can do that..."

"Good..."

And so with that the newly transformed second Trump decided to dedicate his life to helping others and to correct all the terrible errors and mistakes the real one had made so far, setting a good example and being a nice person as opposed to a complete monster and making up for everything that had gone wrong.    Unlike the real one,  he had a conscience and a soul and a heart..he was no monster.

As for what happened later,  he eventually did morph back to his normal form but he did  have to avoid the appearance of the orange moon, which  was quite rare but he didn't mind, he didn't mind it that much to be honest.   He learned from his experience,  not a lot but he did indeed learn something that was very valuable.

Remember my friends,   it isn't nice to talk about people in a negative fashion but on some occasions,   it is - especially if it is Trump or someone equally as terrible as him,  it's not bullying or trolling if it is someone who deserves it as opposed to someone who doesn't deserve it.    And to all those overly sensitive types out there,  toughen up and learn to develop a sense of humor,  please -  instead of complaining and using excuse after excuse after excuse.