TftW: Monster Within.
TftW: Monster Within.
Trump-monster TF/MC
NOTE:
Similar to the Gorilla Therapy story this is one of my character becoming his more monstrous self, and this is based on a quora question and a Tumblr post inspired by dreams people have had and the concept of Trump nightmares. This is also mostly satirical so please no complaints, if you have any complaints - please save them for something that is more worthwhile to complain about.
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Everyone has a darkside or an alter-ego that they wish would stay hidden from the rest of the world and for Nathan that alter-ego was Trumpty, basically a monstrous version of Donald Trump with a voracious appetite (for anything except humans and inanimate objects), inhuman strength and aggression that would put the Hulk to shame, and the worst part of this alter-ego was pretty much the fact he couldn't control him, it was horrifying for him on many levels, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep him under control, even if he could, it was no use.
Which was a pain in the neck, especially when fully transformed he was pretty much the closest he got to being pure evil. He always had to find ways to keep himself from turning and even then he couldn't thanks to the curse, the curse was always there, that stupid curse he received from the time he hit the real Trump on the head with a golf-club as a means to defend himself, that wasn't his fault, he had to do something to ward him off.
He was in his lab one night, trying to find a cure in hopes that he'd be rid of the tangerine skinned size-changing monstrosity that haunted him, but so far all attempts were proving to be a complete failure as no matter what, Trumpty would always break out and attempt to take control, and he feared what would happen if he actually did. Would he become a bloodthirsty psychopath? If he did become Trumpty completely...would he lose his intelligence? Would he become power-mad? All of those thoughts were going through his mind as he tried to find a cure for his affliction.
"Stupid orange moon, stupid curse...stupid Trump. It wasn't my fault I ended up turning into him, oh no no..no...he was in MY personal haunting zone. That field belonged to me and yet he thought it would be a good idea to show up there and have his stupid golfing contest there? Stupid Trumpty Dumpty...stupid, stupid stupid."
"Cheer up Nathan, i'm sure you'll find it.."
"It's no use...I just can't. I really want to rid myself of my Trump self but I just can't seem to find any cure whatsoever. And I don't think there's anything I can do. He's always going to keep trying to ruin my life."
"Don't give up, the Nathan I know never gives up."
"I don't know...what if I never find a cure? What if I am doomed?"
"Don't talk like that..."
"But it's true, I am doomed. I wish I could become Chris instead but i'm stuck with Trumpty and I cannot control him. I don't know what to do, no matter what I do.. I can't hide from him because he is me and I am him."
"Can't you find a cure?"
"I can't..."
"What about trying to control him? Surely you can tame him."
"Trumpty is too dangerous. He's a hostile, violent animalistic abomination that destroys anything and anyone that gets in his way, he is a monster who is too terrifying to be dealt with, even for me."
"I am sure there is a way to control it."
He sighed as he continued working on a way to try and rid himself of Trumpty, he had tried almost every single supernatural cure he could think of and none of them did anything except make him even more worried than normal and as such, was making him feel quite melancholy and even a little bit panicky. He was running out of time, he just knew it, it was nightfall and that meant any minute now the moon was going to come out and it was going to turn orange. A couple of seconds later he decided to take a break before heading over to the bedroom area of his apartment, he sighed as he braced himself, taking a look at his reflection over in the mirror.
"Phew..."
"Ah, it won't be long now..."
"Oh no, not you Trumpty.."
"Yes...it's me. "
"I can't stand you and I can't stand being you. I've tried everything I could to get rid of you or keep you under control but you just keep getting stronger each time and even when I don't want you around, you're there."
"Why do you hide from me? You shouldn't be afraid of me. You and I are one and the same, I am you and you are me. You know that we are oh so similar. There is no denying it, we are very much alike in many ways."
"No we're not, you're the opposite of me, you are evil."
"Now now...I didn't come to argue."
"I know what you did come to do though..."
"Oh..really now?"
"Yes, I know that you're waiting for the moon to come out from behind the clouds and turn orange so that you can force me to turn into you. And I know how much you love that, you sicko. You like the idea of corrupting me and making me like you. I will never be like you, never. I will never end up like you."
"You keep saying that you never will be like me, but we all know you will..one of these days, believe me. One of these days you will think differently and that day will be when you come to accept how great being me."
"What's so great about it? Nothing..."
"Oh I don't think you'll be saying that anytime soon."
He groaned several times, gulping a little in fear as he began to feel ill, he wasn't physically ill or anything but he did feel rather sickly - his stomach started to growl a couple of times as his hunger began to increase, looking out the window he could see the moon peering out and turning a vibrant orange shade, which only meant one thing. His skin slowly began to bubble as it lost some of its imperfection, giving off a glistening look and slowly turning a peach-tan not quite-tangerine tone.
"Oh no...no..."
"Yes...yes...yes, it's starting."
"Anything but this please...."
Hurrying around the lab, desperately searching for a cure - he began to panic as his transformation commenced, several unpleasant crunching sounds were heard as his upperbody began to expand, his chest and torso were the first to bloaten and broaden followed by his mid-section, which was lead by his stomach swelling and gurgling, being controlled by a hunger that was taking over from within.
He didn't want to have to witness this happening but it was already starting and it was unnerving him and making him have a couple of breakdowns as his shirt slowly tore open while his back broadened as did his arms, his hands enlarging as they tore through his gloves and he screamed in agony as these were taking place. He tried to ignore them and focus on something else but he couldn't, he felt like he was being overpowered by the force that was influencing him on the inside.
"Look at you...you're growing to be quite a fine specimen.."
"Stop this please Trumpty..."
"Why would I? Like it or not, you're becoming me once again and you have to admit, it feels pretty good doesn't it? That upper half of you looks pretty good, but that lower-half of yours...oooh...how unfitting."
"No...don't do it."
There was an uncomfortable series of stretching and bulging sensations coursing through his lowerbody as his shirt slowly ripped apart revealing the upperhalf of a business suit forming underneath, his legs contorted and stretched with a loud crack, while his feet enlarged and his shoes slowly shifted into a pair of size 12 workshoes. A bone spur audibly and visibly popping into place on one of his feet in the process.
The process in general was always unpleasant since he was basically becoming his own worst enemy, he was basically becoming Donald Trump who was his arch enemy, at least since last year and it was difficult to try and keep control when 'Trumpty's instincts and nature started manifesting inside him, he always struggled to keep that side of himself away, but no matter what - Trumpty was always there. Sure, he was safe from him during the day, but night time on occasion now was hazardous - especially with the curse and the moon, if that moon was orange...Trumpty was going to come out for sure.
His rear slowly inflated and pushed against the seat of his jeans, swelling and growing until it was pretty much almost quite large but not overly bulbous or anything, feeling his new rear he gasped in horror, he had Trumpty's build now, including his rear. The whole ordeal to him was so grotesque and mortifying but oddly it felt kind of good, that was of course due to power and supernatural energy surging through his very being. The combination of both resulting in his strength enhancing to inhuman levels.
"Uhhhh....wow...why does this feel so good?"
"Because it's supposed to be like this."
"Is it?"
"Why yes it is...you're looking a lot better already.."
"But i'm so big and grotesque."
"I think you look great."
"You? Thinking? Uhhh...you're Trumpty Dumpty, and you're not exactly known for having a high intellect. I've seen roadkill that has more brain activity than you do. You're not the smartest monster i've ever met by any means."
"You'll be surprised what I am capable of."
His jeans slowly ripped apart to reveal the lower half of the suit fully formed underneath, he slowly elevated in height to 6'2 as his shoulders expanded, it was getting increasingly difficult for him to think straight but 'Trumpty's mindset from within was conditioning him and altering him, making him want to embrace his changes which he was, not because he didn't have a choice but to - but simply because of how powerful he felt, being fueled with all that supernatural energy and fury made him feel so much stronger. He groaned several times as his neckline altered.
"Woah...woah, this feels nice...I like this."
"That is more like it. See? I told you that you'd be thinking differently."
"Oh yes, yes...yes.."
He took a look at his neckline as a red necktie wrapped itself around it, the necktie even existing and growing down to his stomach as his face turned the same color as his hands, his hair slowly fluffing up and turning from its fair brown color to blonde as instinctively he began to comb it over, helping it get styled into that oh so familiar hairstyle that was the subject of many questions, debates and arguments. His eyebrows slowly began to bush up and turn the same color as his hair while his brow and forehead altered a bit in shape, his eyes widening and turning from brown to icy blue.
In his mind he could hear Trumpty's voice telling him to embrace being what he was, to embrace being so fierce and powerful. Trumpty may have come across as being a big lumbering tangerine-skinned monstrosity but he knew how to use that crafty and addictive persona of his to manipulate humans, in particular ones like Nathan. And right about now, Nathan was feeling pretty good, and he couldn't get enough of this, he couldn't wait to test his powers out on some unsuspecting humans.
He panted a few times as his cheekbones sharpened, his nose altering a bit in shape while his mouth widened, making his lips appear to be a bit bigger as his teeth brightened, his expression contorting into a pseudo-snarl as his jawline broadened. His features warping and contorting themselves, looking less and less like himself until they warped a couple of more times and became those of 2000's era Donald Trump. He gained a few forehead veins which glowed as power continued surging through him.
"Oooooh....yes... that is it, you're almost done, soon you'll be just like me."
"Heh, guess I will."
"That's right. Just like I always say, you may be safe from me during the day, but you'll never know just how and when i'm going to show up. And you might not know when i'll strike either. I'm always waiting, and i'll always be inside you. I'm your inner monster, or rather your latest one."
"Well that is true..."
"Indeed it is...you may not like it and you may think that it's a burden, but once you get to adjust to it more often, then you might find that it isn't so bad. True I am a bit of hassle to put up with, but i'm really not so bad when you get to know me. I am evil-ish, yes...but I am not a complete psycho."
His voice gruffened and warped, altering and contorting, furthermore developing a New York accent and a tough but authoritative tone to it as his voice altered further to match his appearance, half-way making it sound like he was doing a Trump impersonation before fully contorting to become Trump's own voice. By this point memories and traces of 'Nathan' were fading completely into the shadows, being replaced with those of his inner monster, the 6'2 and 236lb monster simply known as 'Trumpty'.
A few seconds later and he was fully embracing the mental aspect of his changes, there wasn't much of a 'Nathan' in him anymore. In fact his human form was completely gone by this point, if he even was human to begin with, which he technically wasn't, he was Donald J.Trump or 'Trumpty' as he was so often playfully called, as a supernatural being. He was a LOT like the actual Donald Trump only without the power-hungry and idiot aspects. And he was perfectly fine with this. As his transformation completed, he stretched his arms and groaned a little.
"There we go...now you're just like me."
"Yeah I am..."
"Now, I think it's time we set off and go find some fellow Monstrumps."
"I like that idea..."
"And maybe we could go and turn a few humans as well."
"Ooooh, I like that even more."
And with that Trump roared as he broke out of the lab, smashing through the wall with inhuman strength while agreeing with 'Trumpty's words and starting with his mission, he went around to locate Monstrumps he could befriend and then searched for humans to capture, corrupt and transform. And maybe he could make those humans into Monstrumps too, and he could have an army of them to help with his cause, which to him sounded just perfect.
As for what happened later, he investigated ways of continuing his plan further, extending his methods outwards throughout the city. He thought to himself that maybe there was a chance of finding a worthy human that he could claim as his own, perhaps this world he inhabited at the moment could give him a human that he could teach his ways to and make that person be like him in the best way possible. In addition to this, he later stopped by the dump to take a look at a series of egg-shaped canisters with glowing greenish colored goop dripping from the top. He examined the canisters and opened one of them, revealing what appeared to be a Garbage Pail Kid of some kind. Said Garbage Pail Kid looking like a mini-GPK styled version of him modeled after one of the cards in the Trumpocracy line, with rather interesting features such as stripe-like markings and pointed ears as well as small fangs and whiskers, making him resemble some kind of half feline creature. He adopted the creature and raised him. Of course he stayed as Trumpty for the majority of the night, and hid in the shadows when daylight arose the next day.
Remember, everyone has a darkside - like it or not and sometimes it may be a little bit difficult to overcome them or even put up with them, but that side is a part of us and we're all basically monster-like in our own ways, monsters and humans have a lot in common and it most certainly isn't hard to see why.
Trump-monster TF/MC
NOTE:
Similar to the Gorilla Therapy story this is one of my character becoming his more monstrous self, and this is based on a quora question and a Tumblr post inspired by dreams people have had and the concept of Trump nightmares. This is also mostly satirical so please no complaints, if you have any complaints - please save them for something that is more worthwhile to complain about.
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Everyone has a darkside or an alter-ego that they wish would stay hidden from the rest of the world and for Nathan that alter-ego was Trumpty, basically a monstrous version of Donald Trump with a voracious appetite (for anything except humans and inanimate objects), inhuman strength and aggression that would put the Hulk to shame, and the worst part of this alter-ego was pretty much the fact he couldn't control him, it was horrifying for him on many levels, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep him under control, even if he could, it was no use.
Which was a pain in the neck, especially when fully transformed he was pretty much the closest he got to being pure evil. He always had to find ways to keep himself from turning and even then he couldn't thanks to the curse, the curse was always there, that stupid curse he received from the time he hit the real Trump on the head with a golf-club as a means to defend himself, that wasn't his fault, he had to do something to ward him off.
He was in his lab one night, trying to find a cure in hopes that he'd be rid of the tangerine skinned size-changing monstrosity that haunted him, but so far all attempts were proving to be a complete failure as no matter what, Trumpty would always break out and attempt to take control, and he feared what would happen if he actually did. Would he become a bloodthirsty psychopath? If he did become Trumpty completely...would he lose his intelligence? Would he become power-mad? All of those thoughts were going through his mind as he tried to find a cure for his affliction.
"Stupid orange moon, stupid curse...stupid Trump. It wasn't my fault I ended up turning into him, oh no no..no...he was in MY personal haunting zone. That field belonged to me and yet he thought it would be a good idea to show up there and have his stupid golfing contest there? Stupid Trumpty Dumpty...stupid, stupid stupid."
"Cheer up Nathan, i'm sure you'll find it.."
"It's no use...I just can't. I really want to rid myself of my Trump self but I just can't seem to find any cure whatsoever. And I don't think there's anything I can do. He's always going to keep trying to ruin my life."
"Don't give up, the Nathan I know never gives up."
"I don't know...what if I never find a cure? What if I am doomed?"
"Don't talk like that..."
"But it's true, I am doomed. I wish I could become Chris instead but i'm stuck with Trumpty and I cannot control him. I don't know what to do, no matter what I do.. I can't hide from him because he is me and I am him."
"Can't you find a cure?"
"I can't..."
"What about trying to control him? Surely you can tame him."
"Trumpty is too dangerous. He's a hostile, violent animalistic abomination that destroys anything and anyone that gets in his way, he is a monster who is too terrifying to be dealt with, even for me."
"I am sure there is a way to control it."
He sighed as he continued working on a way to try and rid himself of Trumpty, he had tried almost every single supernatural cure he could think of and none of them did anything except make him even more worried than normal and as such, was making him feel quite melancholy and even a little bit panicky. He was running out of time, he just knew it, it was nightfall and that meant any minute now the moon was going to come out and it was going to turn orange. A couple of seconds later he decided to take a break before heading over to the bedroom area of his apartment, he sighed as he braced himself, taking a look at his reflection over in the mirror.
"Phew..."
"Ah, it won't be long now..."
"Oh no, not you Trumpty.."
"Yes...it's me. "
"I can't stand you and I can't stand being you. I've tried everything I could to get rid of you or keep you under control but you just keep getting stronger each time and even when I don't want you around, you're there."
"Why do you hide from me? You shouldn't be afraid of me. You and I are one and the same, I am you and you are me. You know that we are oh so similar. There is no denying it, we are very much alike in many ways."
"No we're not, you're the opposite of me, you are evil."
"Now now...I didn't come to argue."
"I know what you did come to do though..."
"Oh..really now?"
"Yes, I know that you're waiting for the moon to come out from behind the clouds and turn orange so that you can force me to turn into you. And I know how much you love that, you sicko. You like the idea of corrupting me and making me like you. I will never be like you, never. I will never end up like you."
"You keep saying that you never will be like me, but we all know you will..one of these days, believe me. One of these days you will think differently and that day will be when you come to accept how great being me."
"What's so great about it? Nothing..."
"Oh I don't think you'll be saying that anytime soon."
He groaned several times, gulping a little in fear as he began to feel ill, he wasn't physically ill or anything but he did feel rather sickly - his stomach started to growl a couple of times as his hunger began to increase, looking out the window he could see the moon peering out and turning a vibrant orange shade, which only meant one thing. His skin slowly began to bubble as it lost some of its imperfection, giving off a glistening look and slowly turning a peach-tan not quite-tangerine tone.
"Oh no...no..."
"Yes...yes...yes, it's starting."
"Anything but this please...."
Hurrying around the lab, desperately searching for a cure - he began to panic as his transformation commenced, several unpleasant crunching sounds were heard as his upperbody began to expand, his chest and torso were the first to bloaten and broaden followed by his mid-section, which was lead by his stomach swelling and gurgling, being controlled by a hunger that was taking over from within.
He didn't want to have to witness this happening but it was already starting and it was unnerving him and making him have a couple of breakdowns as his shirt slowly tore open while his back broadened as did his arms, his hands enlarging as they tore through his gloves and he screamed in agony as these were taking place. He tried to ignore them and focus on something else but he couldn't, he felt like he was being overpowered by the force that was influencing him on the inside.
"Look at you...you're growing to be quite a fine specimen.."
"Stop this please Trumpty..."
"Why would I? Like it or not, you're becoming me once again and you have to admit, it feels pretty good doesn't it? That upper half of you looks pretty good, but that lower-half of yours...oooh...how unfitting."
"No...don't do it."
There was an uncomfortable series of stretching and bulging sensations coursing through his lowerbody as his shirt slowly ripped apart revealing the upperhalf of a business suit forming underneath, his legs contorted and stretched with a loud crack, while his feet enlarged and his shoes slowly shifted into a pair of size 12 workshoes. A bone spur audibly and visibly popping into place on one of his feet in the process.
The process in general was always unpleasant since he was basically becoming his own worst enemy, he was basically becoming Donald Trump who was his arch enemy, at least since last year and it was difficult to try and keep control when 'Trumpty's instincts and nature started manifesting inside him, he always struggled to keep that side of himself away, but no matter what - Trumpty was always there. Sure, he was safe from him during the day, but night time on occasion now was hazardous - especially with the curse and the moon, if that moon was orange...Trumpty was going to come out for sure.
His rear slowly inflated and pushed against the seat of his jeans, swelling and growing until it was pretty much almost quite large but not overly bulbous or anything, feeling his new rear he gasped in horror, he had Trumpty's build now, including his rear. The whole ordeal to him was so grotesque and mortifying but oddly it felt kind of good, that was of course due to power and supernatural energy surging through his very being. The combination of both resulting in his strength enhancing to inhuman levels.
"Uhhhh....wow...why does this feel so good?"
"Because it's supposed to be like this."
"Is it?"
"Why yes it is...you're looking a lot better already.."
"But i'm so big and grotesque."
"I think you look great."
"You? Thinking? Uhhh...you're Trumpty Dumpty, and you're not exactly known for having a high intellect. I've seen roadkill that has more brain activity than you do. You're not the smartest monster i've ever met by any means."
"You'll be surprised what I am capable of."
His jeans slowly ripped apart to reveal the lower half of the suit fully formed underneath, he slowly elevated in height to 6'2 as his shoulders expanded, it was getting increasingly difficult for him to think straight but 'Trumpty's mindset from within was conditioning him and altering him, making him want to embrace his changes which he was, not because he didn't have a choice but to - but simply because of how powerful he felt, being fueled with all that supernatural energy and fury made him feel so much stronger. He groaned several times as his neckline altered.
"Woah...woah, this feels nice...I like this."
"That is more like it. See? I told you that you'd be thinking differently."
"Oh yes, yes...yes.."
He took a look at his neckline as a red necktie wrapped itself around it, the necktie even existing and growing down to his stomach as his face turned the same color as his hands, his hair slowly fluffing up and turning from its fair brown color to blonde as instinctively he began to comb it over, helping it get styled into that oh so familiar hairstyle that was the subject of many questions, debates and arguments. His eyebrows slowly began to bush up and turn the same color as his hair while his brow and forehead altered a bit in shape, his eyes widening and turning from brown to icy blue.
In his mind he could hear Trumpty's voice telling him to embrace being what he was, to embrace being so fierce and powerful. Trumpty may have come across as being a big lumbering tangerine-skinned monstrosity but he knew how to use that crafty and addictive persona of his to manipulate humans, in particular ones like Nathan. And right about now, Nathan was feeling pretty good, and he couldn't get enough of this, he couldn't wait to test his powers out on some unsuspecting humans.
He panted a few times as his cheekbones sharpened, his nose altering a bit in shape while his mouth widened, making his lips appear to be a bit bigger as his teeth brightened, his expression contorting into a pseudo-snarl as his jawline broadened. His features warping and contorting themselves, looking less and less like himself until they warped a couple of more times and became those of 2000's era Donald Trump. He gained a few forehead veins which glowed as power continued surging through him.
"Oooooh....yes... that is it, you're almost done, soon you'll be just like me."
"Heh, guess I will."
"That's right. Just like I always say, you may be safe from me during the day, but you'll never know just how and when i'm going to show up. And you might not know when i'll strike either. I'm always waiting, and i'll always be inside you. I'm your inner monster, or rather your latest one."
"Well that is true..."
"Indeed it is...you may not like it and you may think that it's a burden, but once you get to adjust to it more often, then you might find that it isn't so bad. True I am a bit of hassle to put up with, but i'm really not so bad when you get to know me. I am evil-ish, yes...but I am not a complete psycho."
His voice gruffened and warped, altering and contorting, furthermore developing a New York accent and a tough but authoritative tone to it as his voice altered further to match his appearance, half-way making it sound like he was doing a Trump impersonation before fully contorting to become Trump's own voice. By this point memories and traces of 'Nathan' were fading completely into the shadows, being replaced with those of his inner monster, the 6'2 and 236lb monster simply known as 'Trumpty'.
A few seconds later and he was fully embracing the mental aspect of his changes, there wasn't much of a 'Nathan' in him anymore. In fact his human form was completely gone by this point, if he even was human to begin with, which he technically wasn't, he was Donald J.Trump or 'Trumpty' as he was so often playfully called, as a supernatural being. He was a LOT like the actual Donald Trump only without the power-hungry and idiot aspects. And he was perfectly fine with this. As his transformation completed, he stretched his arms and groaned a little.
"There we go...now you're just like me."
"Yeah I am..."
"Now, I think it's time we set off and go find some fellow Monstrumps."
"I like that idea..."
"And maybe we could go and turn a few humans as well."
"Ooooh, I like that even more."
And with that Trump roared as he broke out of the lab, smashing through the wall with inhuman strength while agreeing with 'Trumpty's words and starting with his mission, he went around to locate Monstrumps he could befriend and then searched for humans to capture, corrupt and transform. And maybe he could make those humans into Monstrumps too, and he could have an army of them to help with his cause, which to him sounded just perfect.
As for what happened later, he investigated ways of continuing his plan further, extending his methods outwards throughout the city. He thought to himself that maybe there was a chance of finding a worthy human that he could claim as his own, perhaps this world he inhabited at the moment could give him a human that he could teach his ways to and make that person be like him in the best way possible. In addition to this, he later stopped by the dump to take a look at a series of egg-shaped canisters with glowing greenish colored goop dripping from the top. He examined the canisters and opened one of them, revealing what appeared to be a Garbage Pail Kid of some kind. Said Garbage Pail Kid looking like a mini-GPK styled version of him modeled after one of the cards in the Trumpocracy line, with rather interesting features such as stripe-like markings and pointed ears as well as small fangs and whiskers, making him resemble some kind of half feline creature. He adopted the creature and raised him. Of course he stayed as Trumpty for the majority of the night, and hid in the shadows when daylight arose the next day.
Remember, everyone has a darkside - like it or not and sometimes it may be a little bit difficult to overcome them or even put up with them, but that side is a part of us and we're all basically monster-like in our own ways, monsters and humans have a lot in common and it most certainly isn't hard to see why.
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