Monstrump In Charge.
Monstrump In Charge.
Trump-Monster TF/MC
NOTE:
This is a TF of my character into his more evil side aka Trumpty, this is mainly a horror/monster story with a few dark comedy elements and it's satirical in the sense that out of all the forms he's turned into that he fears Trumpty the most. And also there is a bit of influence from shows like the Grim Adventures Of Billy and Mandy. Also there is a mention of a movie-within-the-story called Attack of The 50ft Trump. Please save questions, queries, complaints and other tomfoolery for something more serious.
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It happened on the night of August 22nd and it started off as just being another night for Nathan except it was his best friend Brandon's birthday, and what was going to be a typical birthday event escalated into something pretty chaotic. As after testing a monster serum, Brandon turned into a weregorilla named Doctor Gorgo. And it wasn't long until Gorgo's mindset took over him, things now were only going to get scarier.
He struggled and squirmed as he scrambled to try and find an antidote, only to accidentally be injected with one of the serums, a glowing orange one to be exact and he started to feel strange, almost like he was coming down with an illness of some kind. He panted as his heartbeat increased several times, he began to throw up a little in his mouth as he coughed and felt queasy...it was like some unnatural entity had just flown into his body, his stomach gurgled several times in reaction, as if he was getting hungrier. He started to hear a voice in his head as well, a voice that pretty much wanted to control him.
"What the? What's going on?"
"Sounds like somebody is getting reeeeally hungry."
"That's impossible...I just had dinner a few minutes ago."
His stomach seemed to growl and gurgle louder with each movement, and his hunger was beginning to rapidly increase even more despite him having eaten a few seconds ago, he tried to ignore it but he was clutching his stomach as the hunger started to influence him, he grunted in agony as this was happening. A loud cracking sound was heard as a bone spur audibly formed in one of his feet, causing him to collapse on the ground - groaning as he did so, the pain in his foot seemed to get worse.
"Aaaah...owwww...my foot.. no...what's going on? What's happening?"
He then looked at his hands and felt the sensation of his skin bubbling, the skin on his hands itself was slowly changing as he scrambled around to figure out which serum he accidentally had injected himself with, panicking as he did so. He did the one that he was looking for, it was that orange one from earlier, which he desperately hoped was a were-tiger or some kind of fish-man serum. The skin on his hands was turning a peach-tan almost orange color, which worried him.
"Oh, please oh please let this orange serum be a good one. Please let this be a were-tiger serum, please let this one be were-tiger. Please tell me that I am starting to turn into a fierce were-tiger or some kind of awesome fish-man who can fight along side Aquaman and has amazing fish powers."
"Now now...why would you say that?"
"Because i've got this weird orangey skin color on my hands and unless it's fur or scales, or i'm going to grow claws or anything like that or become an alien...i'm afraid there could only be one other creature with this bizarre type of skin color."
"Oh? Then why you don't take a look and see?"
He looked over at the serum and then looked at the label, he picked it up and read it, his eyes bulging out in a cartoon-like manner as he discovered what exactly was in the serum he had been injected with, it was monster dna...that was the good news, the bad news was..that it was Monstrump (Trump-monster) DNA. And now that DNA was slowly altering him from within and altering him and the outside as well.
It was easy to tell he was mortified by the result of his discovery and from the expression on his face, he wanted desperately to go that DNA out of his system but by now it was already sort of too late, he was already in the process of transforming and it is really squicking him out. Knowing that said DNA was now in his system and altering him from within, wreaking havoc with his regular DNA and contorting it.
"Oh no...Monstrump DNA? Could it mean i'm becoming...Trumpty Dumpty? No..no..no..it can't be. I don't wanna be Trumpty, he's evil and horrible. He eats like a slob, he complains to his imaginary followers, he complains about everything and he is a total idiot who doesn't know how to behave, he's a monster that cannot be controlled."
"Of course it does...and it feels nice doesn't it?"
"No..no..no.."
"Oh yes..."
He struggled and struggled, trying to resist the process as his stomach growls grew louder than before, his hunger seemed to be getting the better of him as he tried to resist and he tried to ignore what he was going through, but many questions started to surface through his mind, questions that were making him worry.
"Ugh...so hungry, I must fight it though. I don't want to give in...what if I become evil? What if I lose my mind? What if I lose who I am under all that grotesque orange blubber and become mad with power and start doing stupid things like staying up at 3 in the morning just to go on Twitter and complain for no reason? And what if I start doing even more ridiculous things like arguing with celebrities and picking fights that I don't know how to stop? What if I get stuck like that forever?"
"Don't be that way...it's natural."
"Natural? This is wrong...so very wrong. Ugh...ugh...so horrible. I don't like this, I don't like this at all - this is making me sick right now. Out of all the creatures, Trumpty is the worst and I don't want to be like him."
"Heh heh..."
The voice in his head obviously was trying to get him to like his transformation but he on the other hand didn't like it, he tried to object but was caught off guard by a series of painful cracking and crunching sounds. He yelped and cried, screaming several times as he did so, as one would when the transformation is this level of horridness.
"Uhhh...this hurts so much, so horrible."
"But it feels good, yes?"
"No..it doesn't..no...no, aaah..."
"Now we're getting somewhere."
A jolt of pain went through his arms as they slowly started to stretch and strain against his sleeves, he squirmed and grunted in agony and yelped as the changes were continuing. He groaned as pain jolted through him, he clutched onto his stomach a few more times before his arms started to contort and broaden, the not-quite-orange tone now present on both of his hands as he started to feel the sleeves on his outfit ripping and tearing. He let out a pained shout as he bore witness to what was happening.
"My arms..my arms!"
"Yes...yes, you're undergoing your growth spurt I see."
"Come on..man..ugh..I don't want it to be like this."
"Oh, but you must..."
He groaned a few more times as his gloves slowly started tightening, his hands broadening and enlarging as his fingernails lengthened and sharpened, turning a vibrant shade of gold as they did so, his fingers thickened as well and with a loud tearing sound his gloves tore apart completely, he cried as the scraps of the gloves fell on the ground. Those gloves were part of his signature attire and now they were torn thanks to his much larger hands.
"No..not my gloves!"
"We won't be needing those."
"Stop this right away, you know that this isn't right."
"I think it is.."
His shirt was starting to tighten a bit as his upperbody started to bloaten and contort with a couple of crunching sounds, broadening and swelling - beginning with his chest and torso followed by a bit of his stomach, he groaned several times as his stomach continued to growl, the hunger was getting to him and he was having a lot more trouble resisting. He felt oh so very hungry and he knew that he had to do something before it got too severe.
"Uh oh...please...no.."
"Oh yes...gonna make you nice and big, just like me."
"Ugh...this hurts me so much. I always hate this part...I hate it so much..."
"Don't deny it...you love it oh so much, after all - you're becoming just like me."
At this point he was beginning to lose his cool even more, to the point that he was getting a bit more aggressive and it was making him want to stomp around, scream/roar, and try as much as he could to resist the transformation, he tried to keep calm but one could easily tell that his aggression was increasing a bit more, making him more and more aggravated.
"I'LL NEVER BE LIKE YOU!"
His aggression was building up even more as he stomped around, growled and shook his head while his broadening torso and chest along with his stomach pushed against his shirt, causing the buttons to pucker before he clutched his stomach, unable to cope with what was going on and what he was turning into.
"Oh yes you will...and you are, just look at you. You're getting so very big."
"But this is disgusting and horrifying."
"Is it? Oh is it right?"
"No..it's horrifying."
"You like this don't you...of course you do."
"No..no..."
He grunted several times as a few buttons popped off his shirt as his broadening stomach pushed against it, making his shirt feel extremely tight as he heard several cracks and crunching sounds, he was desperately trying to ignore the hunger that was trying to take over him from within but he couldn't seem to do it. As the hunger was now influencing him in general as his strength started building up to inhuman levels.
"You can't ignore my appetite which is also yours as well."
"I can try to."
"Please...I can't bear this. That Monstrump DNA is inside me and it's changing me, I can't get it out and. It's getting harder to keep myself from letting the hunger influence me. And even more so to...to.."
"Getting harder to...do what? To what? Stop me from changing you? I'm afraid you are already on your way, just look at how big you're getting. Soon, your body will be the right type of body for what you are."
"I should curse myself for what I have done, it was my fault. I accidentally injected myself with was the Monstump serum and...ugh...ugh...having a hard time thinking straight. I can't think straight at all. It's torment...pure torment."
"But look at you..."
He reached out for help but his shirt was unable to hold on anymore, as the buttons slowly puckered and popped off one by one, and his shirt in general slowly tore apart, ripping open as his back expanded and broadened with a loud crunch. The upper-body changing wasn't done yet...as the upperhalf of a business suit developed in the place of his ripped shirt, he groaned several times and he already was beginning to feel like he was channeling Thunder from Big Trouble In Little China.
"It's going to be a pain explaining to my tailor and dry-cleaner how this happened. I mean how do you think they'll react to this? And what will my friends think if they saw this? I know it's too late for me to do anything, but still.."
"But on the plus side you have a much better build on your upperhalf, now for the lower half.. I think it's time we fix that, you need to be as big as me after all. Now, let's have a go at changing this pathetic lowerbody of yours."
"Oh no...no..."
"Oh, yes yes..."
"It hurts me...it really does, please...stop."
The pain was increasing even more, making him groan and whimper as he felt more distraught than ever, he desperately wanted a way to reverse the process, but unfortunately it looked like there wasn't one and he felt more like he was having trouble holding on and keeping balance, he started to wobble and shake as he attempted to hold on. That bone spur in one of his feet making it a much bigger problem as well.
"Aaaagh...woah...I seem to be having trouble keeping my balance now..."
"Oh, but you won't be having that kind of trouble for long."
He groaned as he stumbled a few times and then fell on the ground, right on his back and onto the ground with a piercing cracking sound, his senses heightening quite a bit as he moaned in anguish, the anguish being caused by his legs which were broadening and growing with a couple of uncomfortable stretching sounds.
"Oh no..no...no."
"Oooh...yes...yes."
Looking down at his feet and his shoes, he panted and yelped as they altered in size, his shoes slowly altering in shape and turning black, becoming a pair of size 12 workshoes as he groaned many additional times, unable to ignore the pain and unable to stop what he was going through, knowing it would only be a matter of time.
"Aaaah!"
"Ah yes..this is definitely a good start."
"Uh oh...no...no.."
"Oh yes, you're becoming quite a big guy...yuge infact. I like this."
"Well I don't."
"Come now...isn't this fun? It is..and you look like you are having fun."
He winched a little as he looked down at his legs and feet, his legs now broadening to go with his arms as his jeans felt unnaturally tight, mainly due to pressure. His belt slowly began to unbuckle itself and pop off as his jeans slowly tightened, power slowly surging through him, as the voice in his head taunted him. It was clear that voice was trying to control him and make him give in, but he didn't want to.
"Ugh...no...no, mustn't let that control me."
"Oh, why not? Look at all the energy going through your body, making you stronger...so much stronger. And you are improving, this form of yours will soon be so powerful and so fierce...you'll be wanting to use it no matter what. I mean can you think of the things you'd be able to do? Haven't you always wanted to know what being powerful feels like?"
"Well...yes..but."
"Don't you think it would be fun to rule the entire supernatural world and be in control of everything? I think it would be. Besides...you know you'd like that a lot. I know that you probably would."
"Yeeeah but look at me...i'm turning into a big overgrown tangerine skinned mutant that doesn't get the hint that nobody likes him and somehow thinks he can order around anyone and everyone. Who would let a creature like that in office?"
"Ooooh..but I think you like it."
"Ugh....."
Disgruntedly, he shook his head several more times as his jeans slowly tore apart, with each single tear, pieces of the lowerhalf of the suit could be seen forming underneath it as he groaned and yowled in agony. His screams were loud enough to possibly wake the dead - well not literally of course, but still...they were pretty dang loud.
"That's it, grow...grow.."
He squirmed several times as he attempted to resist several more times, his jeans tightening even more as his rear began to blow up and inflate a little, pushing against the seat of them, making him more and groan a multitude of additional/extra times while the jeans in general tightened even more.
"Oh no...this is my least favorite part."
"But it's my personal favorite."
Resistance was becoming a bit more of a problem for him as he saw his rear inflating even more and pushing against the seat of the aforementioned jeans he was wearing, he was squirming as he was attempting to resist as his much bigger behind stood there prominently pressing against the fabric and he shuddered as this was going on.
"Uh...I must fight it."
"No, you must not...it is good."
"I don't want to be like you."
"Oh but you already are."
He groaned and panicked as the button popped off his jeans and darted onto the ground and his jeans slowly tore apart, the voice in his head wasn't helping either, only taunting him further and trying to make him accept his changes, but no matter how many times he tried to resist or to ignore it, it got worse and worse. He groaned several times as his jeans tore apart completely, the fully grown lowerhalf of the buisness-suit now forming in its place, he sobbed a little as he saw this.
"Ugh...eeew..."
"Why the eeeew?"
"Please...help...someone, please. This isn't nice."
"Oh but it is, look at you now...looking really nice."
"But my butt is huge now. And i'm fat...so..very fat".
"Fat? Fat? No...you are not fat...you are large and in charge."
An overwhelming sensation of dizziness began to flush over him, making him grunt and groan slightly louder than before as his shoulders broadened with a loud-crunch, he started to feel like everything was getting smaller, and he couldn't do anything about it. His larger build seemed to cause him to accidentally knock things over clumsily. He felt like he was in a place that was too tiny for him to accommodate.
"Ugh...feeling so dizzy, I feel like i'm stuck in a place that's too small for me to inhabit, it's soooo unnerving to me. Ugh...everything feels like it's getting smaller, I think like i'm outgrowing everything all at once."
"You are just growing to my height..it's perfectly natural."
"You call this natural?"
"Definitely."
He groaned as he struggled to hold on, his height slowly increasing from 5'7 to 5'8 as that feeling of everything shrinking continued to overwhelm him, he felt like he couldn't fit anywhere and he felt like he was going to fall down and squash someone at any minute, he wanted this to stop but it just wouldn't.
"No..no...no...no..."
"Yes, more...until we match."
"No, no...I refuse."
"You are weak and pathetic, human...soon I will be in control of you and I will make you be like me whether you want to or not. And you will be so much stronger, and so much better...much better indeed."
Resistance levels were slowly starting to dwindle down as that voice influenced him even more, making him start to even like it and enjoy it - which he was very embarrassed about and even a little grossed out. He was becoming the most grotesque and horrible thing in the whole world and yet...he was liking it? He felt like there was something wrong with him and something wrong with his mind.
"No..i'm not enjoying it, but I am."
"Oh...that's more like it...you know you like it."
"It's so gross but I...like it?"
"Yes...that is good, you like it."
"But it's disgusting and wrong."
"Is it?"
He gasped in horror as he slowly grew from 5'8 to 5'9 and then to 5'10, he groaned and grunted as the changes progressed further, he wasn't going to give up this time, and his mind was determined not to be altered with the rest of him. But Gorgo's necklace made him drift off into a trance-like state, and made it difficult for him to resist his transformation as a whole, he was starting to get hypnotized by it and the voice in his mind was conditioning him as well.
"Yes...I must listen. I must let him take over."
"That's right..."
"I don't...but it..it....feels good...good...natural."
"Of course it does, a big ol Monstrump like you always enjoys transforming...and you're coming along so nicely. Look at you, you'll have those silly humans running from you in no time. You're very imposing."
Snapping out of the trance-like state he fought back and yelled a few times, shaking his head as if to disagree with what the voice was telling him and generally attempting to keep his humanity and to resist, he tried all the best ways that he could, but it just wasn't any use, he tried ignoring the voice, but the voice's power was too much for him to handle.
"I don't wanna be a Trump-monster!"
"Oh but you do...you want this so much."
"I don't want this...please...stop."
"There's no stopping now. You have my dna now and it's inside you, altering you as we speak. And look at how much you are changing, don't you wanna embrace this? If I were you, I definitely would."
"Noooo.."
He yelped and yowled out in anguish as he slowly elevated from 5'10 to 5'11, his grunts of pure disdain and terror were more than enough to indicate that he wasn't at all 'enjoying' this and that he desperately wanted to try and fix this. His throat bulged out a little bit before returning to normal as his face stretched, he slowly altered in height from 5'11 to 6'ft, and he was trying his hardest to win the battle mentally and physically but it wasn't enough.
"You want this...you like this."
"No I don't...it's gross."
"Gross..but doesn't it feel good? You want to be a good Monstrump...don't you? Of course you do. And a good Monstrump always embraces being what they are. Now...do you want to be a good Monstrump?"
"I don't like this...I...."
"You what?"
"I loathe it...please..."
"Don't you mean you secretly like it?"
"No...no..I don't want this to happen...I...want..more.."
"Oooh..."
With another sudden jolt, power surged through his body again and he started getting a desire to have more of things, what exactly he meant by now he didn't know, but he just had to have more, and as much as he tried to resist it...he just couldn't, he shook his head and sobbed a few times as he slowly grew in height from 6'ft to 6'1, as his throat bulged out in an amphibian-like manner for a few seconds and he felt like he was going to be violently sick and vomit all over the place.
"What? No...no, no. I didn't say that. I didn't say that...I didn't just say that. Ugh...getting so hard, can't think straight at all. My appetite is still growing and from the looks of it...so am I. And I can't seem to resist this."
"Yes, you are coming along well. Don't fight it, embrace it now."
"No...no..and you can never make me do it."
He slowly started breaking down and crying, sobbing as he did so - he slowly elevated in height to 6'2 as he examined his much larger body, touching it and feeling it, feeling extremely sickened and queasy as he looked at it. He couldn't believe this was his body now and what he was becoming, and it was sickening him and frightening him at the exact time, tears were running down his face as this was commencing.
"Don't cry now....there there, i'm sure you'll be a very fine Monstrump."
"But i'm human..."
"Human? I don't think so..."
The voice continuously teased and mocked him as he sobbed while trying to keep away his newly developing instincts and urges, once again feeling like everything was smaller as his shoulders broadened with the same loud crunch sound as before, he shuffled them around a bit and tried his best to suppress and resist the changes. He groaned as his neckline started changing and he squirmed in reaction to it.
"Ugh...I hate this body, it's so gross and overweight."
"I like this body...and so do you."
He tried to resist the ignore the changes as much as he could and tried to focus on his regular form or what it looked like, hoping that he could indeed turn back to normal, but unfortunately the Monstrump DNA was wreaking havoc on his shapeshifting powers and even when it seemed like he could turn back into his normal self, he reverted right back into his mid-transformation state.
"Why can't I?"
"Why can't you...what?"
"Turn into my regular form. I can't turn back into my regular form...why don't my powers work? Why can't I turn back into my normal form? Why can't I just morph back into what I normally look like?"
"Because this is your regular form...and you like it.."
"No...I don't."
"Don't hide your appreciation for this form with hatred."
One could definitely easily tell by the distraught expression on his face that he definitely did not want this to be happening to him but it was nearly getting to be too late to do anything, he grunted and groaned as his neckline altered a bit more, a crimson necktie wrapping itself around it as his throat bulged out for a few seconds.
"Why? Why?"
"Don't you cry, you're just having a difficult time adjusting."
"I can keep on resisting if I want to and I think that I shall."
"Oh? But resisting is useless...especially since you're already starting to show traits of your true self. And it will only be a matter of time until you are like me. Let go and let the real you out."
"This creature is NOT the real me!"
"No...no....no...this isn't supposed to happen. At least not in the movie, in the movie YOU lose. The monster in Attack Of The 50ft Trump loses at the end after he is captured, he does not win and neither shall you."
"Ah yes, Attack Of The 50ft Trump is a terrific monster movie. I prefer the ending where I win, but the ending where my aura possesses a human who enters my cave is a good one too - because that means there might be a sequel."
"Ugh...rrr.."
"And I think you'll find that you'll be siding with me when you watch the movie again."
By this time the resistance levels were sinking even lower as he tried to repress his newly developed monstrous instincts and urges, and trying to remain in control but his mind started to slip as the voice chimed in once more, but it was getting harder for him to think properly as his memories started getting hazy. He was trying to remember what and who he was but it was getting a bit more challenging.
"I must try to remember what I am...i'm a human being, right?"
"Noooo...you are like me, you always have been."
"No, I am not..."
"Oh yes you are, you've always been a monster."
"No..i'm human...I think."
"But do you remember being human?"
"Uhhh..yeah, I think.."
He tried to figure out if he actually did remember being a human, but those memories were getting hazier as he felt himself getting entranced again and his mind was slipping away, he grunted as the necktie he was now sporting lengthened and extended downwards, all the way down to his stomach.
"Well?"
"Uhh..."
"Maybe this will help."
There was a tugging sensation in his scalp as the hairs in it slowly turned from brown to platinum blonde, his hair slowly puffing up and taking on an entirely different style from his regular one, and his instincts were influencing him further as he couldn't help but comb it over a bit and preen it. He snapped out of the trance for a few seconds and attempted to fight back, determined not to lose the battle at any cost.
"Stop..."
"I'm not stopping now."
"There has to be a way to fix this, a cure, an elixir, an antidote..."
"No...no...there's no way of stopping it now."
"I mustn't lose....I mustn't.."
"Oh but you're losing...already...admit it."
"No..I won't."
"Your will is mine, and soon...you will have no choice."
"My will is yours? Ha! No it's not, it's mine and mine alone. It certainly does not belong to you or anyone else. You may have changed my body and my hair, but you will never take my will and my mind."
The resistance levels had now sunken to the point of going into the proverbial underground and were completely worn out, he tried to resist but he couldn't seem to be able to do it any longer, his new instincts influencing him as his mind slowly began to slip further and further away, any traces of his regular self slowly faded away and he slowly slipped away, losing his will and himself to the voice.
"I must...I must...I don't want him to win, don't wanna be evil. I don't want to become like him at all, I am afraid I won't be in control of my actions if I become like him. Don't wanna lose my humanity to the monster I am becoming, I don't want to lose this...I...have to resist, I just have to."
"You won't be needing that anymore."
"But...but."
"Especially since it's not for you."
He cried to himself as tears ran down his face and a look of utter fear and distress came over him, making him even more upset than before. He was trying to remember who or what he was but he couldn't seem to figure it out and his thoughts were continously shifting, making it an even more grandscale challenge than ever. This was now a battle of wills between him and the voice, and he was the one that was losing.
"Noo...this has to be a nightmare. I have to remember who I am...I'm..."
"You are me...and thus, you are Trumpty."
"No...no..i'm a human...see? Okay..so I have claws..but i'm still human. I'm not Trumpty and I never will be. I am human, can't you see? Can't you see i'm a human being and not a Monstrump of any kind?"
"Oooh, but you look Trumpish to me."
No matter how many times he tried to keep the instincts at bay, he couldn't keep up the fight and ultimately was losing, becoming so consumed by his monstrous instincts and developing mindset that he was already having problems pinpointing if he was human or not, and also he was begining to lose control of himself and his newly developing form, his throat bulging out again as his eyebrows turned from brown to blonde and bushed up, his brow sloping a bit in the process. By now, his face was turning the exact same color as his hands and his resistance levels were now nearly completely non-existant, his human self slowly sinking away.
"I'm not supposed to look like this, i'm human.."
"My friend, take a look at yourself. That's a Trump-creature if I ever saw you and I should know. Look at you, you're definitely more Trump monster than human now and your mind might find itself agreeing."
"I'm not a Trump-creature I am a human being."
He grunted a few times as he found himself losing against 'Trumpty' in the battle for his mind, he tried to beg and plea for help but it was no use as his eyes turned from brown to icy blue and widened, he panicked and sobbed. Desperately seeking for a way out of this mess and a way to keep himself from letting the process take over him completely, there just had to be a way out of it.
"Oh but you are..."
"Please...heeelp me."
"No one can help you now...it's too late."
"It will never be too late."
With determination leading the way, he tried to supress the urges and instincts from his developing form and those other pesky traits that were influencing him but the glare of Gorgo's necklace followed by the voice in his head drew him back into the trance-like state from earlier and his mind slipped even further away, at this point he knew his resistance levels were completely gone and never to be seen again.
"Aaaw...don't be like that, that's not nice."
A barrage of anguish-filled groans emitted from his mouth as his face slowly began to warp and stretch before returning to normal, he screamed and then felt his face as it warped and contorted, he panicked numerous times before attempting to look away, but he couldn't, he just couldn't.
"Oh..god...oh my.."
"Here we go..the final stretch."
"No no...this isn't good...I want you to stop this...I want, no...I want more..."
"Yes...you do, that's right Trumpty."
"Ugh...no, I don't...no...no.."
"Oh yes..."
It was definitely clear that he was losing himself to the power of the Monstrump DNA that was corrupting him and altering him, he begged several times and cried as his nose slowly contorted and changed in size. He wanted a way to fix this, but he couldn't...he knew there just had to be a way, and there just had to be a way to stop it.
"Uhhh...please, please...stop. I promise not to make lame jokes about you again."
"Now why would I do that? Trumpty, don't be ridiculous. Now now Trumpty...you like it when this happens, because you like being so big and powerful. Your powers and your strength make you a formidable enemy."
He grunted a few times, and panted a bit as he couldn't stop himself from looking at the necklace Gorgo was wearing, that and the voice in his head were hypnotizing him further and enticing him into surrending, but he didn't want to happen...he didn't, he held on as tightly as he could.
"Urrrrgh...I have to find an antidote."
"Why do you need an antidote?"
"It's important and it's the only way to fix this. I need the antidote to stop the process from finishing and so that I can return to my normal human form. I don't wanna be like you at all, can't you tell?"
"No no you need Trumpty to take control. You need me...you and I share this body and without me, you are worthless. You must let Trumpty control you, as I am him and so are you. Don't deny it now, we're already so similar it is eerie."
"Should I? No...I shouldn't...but it's getting harder for me to resist and my mind is also slipping away. I don't want to lose myself to you or lose what little I have of my humanity and I have to remember I am a human being."
"You? A human being? No...this is the true you. Let him take over."
In a fit of desperation, he searched for the antidote and once he did find him it, he injected it into himself and tried to have it injected into his blood-stream, but to no avail, he couldn't turn back to what he normally was and he was already nearly done in terms of the process and he was losing this ginormous battle and the more monstrous and evil side was winning and gaining the upperhand.
"Come on, work...come on...there just has to be a way for it to work. I don't wanna end up becoming something i'm not. I have to remember i'm a human. That's it, i'm a human, i'm a human being."
"It's too late."
"It can't be...there must be some humanity still in me..."
"Oh no there isn't...your humanity is running out."
"There is...and I'm still mostly me...just struggling internally."
"Don't struggle."
That stretching sensation surfaced on his face once again as his mouth widened and contorted, he screamed loudly as this was happening and he wanted desperately for the antidote to work but it didn't...it was already becoming increasingly difficult mentally to hold on and the Monstrump DNA was there influencing him all through the way. Dispair and disgust were feelings that he was feeling at this very moment and for numerous reasons, he never thought it would come to this...but it was.
"I'm still me in here, there's still humanity in me, i'm not like you."
"Oh no no your body accepted the changes, it's your mind that hasn't."
"No it didn't...my body was fighting them and still is, I was trying to turn back into my normal form but the serum which has Monstrump DNA in it has altered my DNA and made me unable to use my morphing powers. I'm normally able to turn back to normal. "
"Oh..but this is normal, for you and your kind."
"I'm not like this...I'm human...or rather..uhh."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes...the serum may be a Monstrump serum and I may be struggling to control my new instincts and my growing appetite but I'm still human on the inside. I'll always be me on the inside. I will always be the same old me on the inside."
"No you won't..."
"My friends and allies will always know me as Nathan the scientist, monsterologist and hero...not as the monster. Not as this monstrosity. They will never know me as 'Trumpty' and they'll know me as the man I am on the inside."
"Trumpty...you really do know how to tell the best jokes."
Additional pained groans were heard as his cheekbones slowly sharpened while his throat bulged out a couple of more times, attempting to ignore the utter horror of the situation wasn't enough and he tried harder only to wind up failing as his mind slowly slipped further and further away, he sobbed a couple of times as this happened and he knew this was getting a whole lot scarier for him.
"They'll always know me as Nathan Forester, the scientist..and my allies will always see me for the man I am on the inside and not this monster I am becoming. They'll known me as the man and not the monster. And that is one thing you cannot take away from me, no matter how hard you try."
"No they won't they'll see you as Trumpty."
"Well I won't always be him, as you know there isn't a chance of me becoming him in broad daylight or anything. They most likely won't even know. And honestly I preferred it if they didn't. I mean there's more to me than just 'the monster' you know..I have a heart and a soul, unlike him."
"Oh but...I know you and I are so similar and we practically share this body."
He tried to morph back to his human form, which he successfully. He was very ecstatic and pleased to find that it was a success and that he was able to get back to normal and he hugged himself for a few seconds, feeling very good about what he had just done, he looked and saw his fully restored human form. It was too good to be true.
"Phew...i'm back to being me again."
Unfortunately this was indeed too good to be true, as he slowly morphed from his human form back into his already nearly completely transformed state and then he started to break down a few more times, crying a couple of times knowing it would all be over for him - at least in terms of his human memories and such.
"There we go, back to growing into such a magnificent specimen."
"No...no....you don't understand, i'm not like this. I never will. I'm supposed to be human.. as in a human being, albeit one with supernatural powers but still...a human. I'm not supposed to be like this."
"Don't deny your Monstrump heritage, you've always been a Monstrump."
"No...no..."
He picked up a photo of his human form and started sobbing, knowing that it would be the only remainder of that side of him, he didn't want to be a Monstrump, but here he was...losing control and becoming one, something that didn't happen on purpose, the whole thing was an accident but he wanted it to be fixed desperately.
"Oh yes.."
"I don't wanna be like this."
"No...no...no...this isn't natural. This is disgusting. Please......no...no."
His throat bulged out a bit more for a few seconds before returning to normal, his jawline broadening as his features warped and contorted, slowly contorting and warping to look less himself and grizzling to take on an appearance that was familiar to him, becoming the face and features of 2000's era Donald Trump with a few monster-like touches like pulsating veins that gave off an eerie glow to them and of course his claw-like fingernails.
"It's over."
He groaned several more times as his voice lowered and gruffened, grizzling up to match his appearance as it shifted, giving him a New York accent and a distinctive tone and set of mannerisms that altered the way he talked and spoke, making his vocal tone and voice in general match his appearance, which is to say...he sounded less like himself and more like Trump. His human memories were now fading away completely as the new personality and instincts started influencing him.
"Odd..I don't seem to remember that little thing known as humanity. Was I even born as one? I don't seem to remember much...like if I ever was human or not. Was I ever a human? I don't know..I just don't know anymore."
"You were never human to begin with."
"Yes you've always been known as Trumpty."
"Wait... I have? Now that you mention it...I have. But my friends always saw me as a human and not in this form. Is something wrong with them? Are they blind? Do they not understand that I am not human?"
"Why yes there is and I do believe they are."
His expression contorted itself into a pseudo-grimace as supernatural energy jolted through him, the human known as Nathan was now...completely gone mentally and physically, as in his place there stood the being known only as 'Trumpty', who of course was a supernatural version of Donald Trump. Only he was modeled on 2000s era Trump and unlike the real thing, he wasn't a dim bulb and he wasn't power mad by any means, he was just addicted to the feeling of being powerful. He looked around and listened before getting an idea, he saw the poster for his movie and it gave him a spectacular idea, he decided to rearrange the endings so that the ending for the movie was the one where he wins instead.
"I think it is time we educated those humans on what I am like."
"That movie of yours will definitely be good for that."
"Let's do this."
Thus, Trumpty started with his plan to show his former allies what he was truly like by inviting them over to his abode to watch Attack Of The 50ft Trump. Of course what they didn't know when they watched the movie was that the ending had been switched, and a message telling them to root for the monster rather than the heroes was cleverly put in there and a couple of hours later, they found themselves becoming Monstrumps of various types and species. And so with that, Monstrump invasion commenced that night and there was no one that could stop him.
Trumpty enjoyed his night celebrating with his monster companion Doctor Gorgo, spending a couple more hours together before both of them left to do their respective thing. The next morning, he morphed back into Nathan and was glad the ordeal was over, and as he looked over in his bedroom mirror - he saw his reflection, which was human for the time being, but then his reflection warped into that of Trumpty and stepped out of the mirror before merging with him.
"You may be you during the day but you are me once the moon turns orange and if you ever feel like being powerful again. I will always be here, in you and I will always be waiting, like it or not...I'm going to be staying here for a long time. But for now, enjoy being your human self while you still can."
He chuckled to himself as he walked off, and decided to wait and see if there were going to be any guests coming by, fully happy to be what he was and to use his powers to influence his human self whenever he could and to show off what it meant to be a Monstrump, with his new army helping him along the way. Of course this is only just the beginning of today's nightmarish tale, there's more to come soon.
And now for the moral of this story. Remember, every person has a monster living inside, someone who just wants to take control of you and make you just like them, no matter what that monstrous voice in your head tells you...resist, resist at any and/or all times, except if you really like the idea of being an evil monster with no redeeming traits whatsoever or being a monster in general.
Trump-Monster TF/MC
NOTE:
This is a TF of my character into his more evil side aka Trumpty, this is mainly a horror/monster story with a few dark comedy elements and it's satirical in the sense that out of all the forms he's turned into that he fears Trumpty the most. And also there is a bit of influence from shows like the Grim Adventures Of Billy and Mandy. Also there is a mention of a movie-within-the-story called Attack of The 50ft Trump. Please save questions, queries, complaints and other tomfoolery for something more serious.
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It happened on the night of August 22nd and it started off as just being another night for Nathan except it was his best friend Brandon's birthday, and what was going to be a typical birthday event escalated into something pretty chaotic. As after testing a monster serum, Brandon turned into a weregorilla named Doctor Gorgo. And it wasn't long until Gorgo's mindset took over him, things now were only going to get scarier.
He struggled and squirmed as he scrambled to try and find an antidote, only to accidentally be injected with one of the serums, a glowing orange one to be exact and he started to feel strange, almost like he was coming down with an illness of some kind. He panted as his heartbeat increased several times, he began to throw up a little in his mouth as he coughed and felt queasy...it was like some unnatural entity had just flown into his body, his stomach gurgled several times in reaction, as if he was getting hungrier. He started to hear a voice in his head as well, a voice that pretty much wanted to control him.
"What the? What's going on?"
"Sounds like somebody is getting reeeeally hungry."
"That's impossible...I just had dinner a few minutes ago."
His stomach seemed to growl and gurgle louder with each movement, and his hunger was beginning to rapidly increase even more despite him having eaten a few seconds ago, he tried to ignore it but he was clutching his stomach as the hunger started to influence him, he grunted in agony as this was happening. A loud cracking sound was heard as a bone spur audibly formed in one of his feet, causing him to collapse on the ground - groaning as he did so, the pain in his foot seemed to get worse.
"Aaaah...owwww...my foot.. no...what's going on? What's happening?"
He then looked at his hands and felt the sensation of his skin bubbling, the skin on his hands itself was slowly changing as he scrambled around to figure out which serum he accidentally had injected himself with, panicking as he did so. He did the one that he was looking for, it was that orange one from earlier, which he desperately hoped was a were-tiger or some kind of fish-man serum. The skin on his hands was turning a peach-tan almost orange color, which worried him.
"Oh, please oh please let this orange serum be a good one. Please let this be a were-tiger serum, please let this one be were-tiger. Please tell me that I am starting to turn into a fierce were-tiger or some kind of awesome fish-man who can fight along side Aquaman and has amazing fish powers."
"Now now...why would you say that?"
"Because i've got this weird orangey skin color on my hands and unless it's fur or scales, or i'm going to grow claws or anything like that or become an alien...i'm afraid there could only be one other creature with this bizarre type of skin color."
"Oh? Then why you don't take a look and see?"
He looked over at the serum and then looked at the label, he picked it up and read it, his eyes bulging out in a cartoon-like manner as he discovered what exactly was in the serum he had been injected with, it was monster dna...that was the good news, the bad news was..that it was Monstrump (Trump-monster) DNA. And now that DNA was slowly altering him from within and altering him and the outside as well.
It was easy to tell he was mortified by the result of his discovery and from the expression on his face, he wanted desperately to go that DNA out of his system but by now it was already sort of too late, he was already in the process of transforming and it is really squicking him out. Knowing that said DNA was now in his system and altering him from within, wreaking havoc with his regular DNA and contorting it.
"Oh no...Monstrump DNA? Could it mean i'm becoming...Trumpty Dumpty? No..no..no..it can't be. I don't wanna be Trumpty, he's evil and horrible. He eats like a slob, he complains to his imaginary followers, he complains about everything and he is a total idiot who doesn't know how to behave, he's a monster that cannot be controlled."
"Of course it does...and it feels nice doesn't it?"
"No..no..no.."
"Oh yes..."
He struggled and struggled, trying to resist the process as his stomach growls grew louder than before, his hunger seemed to be getting the better of him as he tried to resist and he tried to ignore what he was going through, but many questions started to surface through his mind, questions that were making him worry.
"Ugh...so hungry, I must fight it though. I don't want to give in...what if I become evil? What if I lose my mind? What if I lose who I am under all that grotesque orange blubber and become mad with power and start doing stupid things like staying up at 3 in the morning just to go on Twitter and complain for no reason? And what if I start doing even more ridiculous things like arguing with celebrities and picking fights that I don't know how to stop? What if I get stuck like that forever?"
"Don't be that way...it's natural."
"Natural? This is wrong...so very wrong. Ugh...ugh...so horrible. I don't like this, I don't like this at all - this is making me sick right now. Out of all the creatures, Trumpty is the worst and I don't want to be like him."
"Heh heh..."
The voice in his head obviously was trying to get him to like his transformation but he on the other hand didn't like it, he tried to object but was caught off guard by a series of painful cracking and crunching sounds. He yelped and cried, screaming several times as he did so, as one would when the transformation is this level of horridness.
"Uhhh...this hurts so much, so horrible."
"But it feels good, yes?"
"No..it doesn't..no...no, aaah..."
"Now we're getting somewhere."
A jolt of pain went through his arms as they slowly started to stretch and strain against his sleeves, he squirmed and grunted in agony and yelped as the changes were continuing. He groaned as pain jolted through him, he clutched onto his stomach a few more times before his arms started to contort and broaden, the not-quite-orange tone now present on both of his hands as he started to feel the sleeves on his outfit ripping and tearing. He let out a pained shout as he bore witness to what was happening.
"My arms..my arms!"
"Yes...yes, you're undergoing your growth spurt I see."
"Come on..man..ugh..I don't want it to be like this."
"Oh, but you must..."
He groaned a few more times as his gloves slowly started tightening, his hands broadening and enlarging as his fingernails lengthened and sharpened, turning a vibrant shade of gold as they did so, his fingers thickened as well and with a loud tearing sound his gloves tore apart completely, he cried as the scraps of the gloves fell on the ground. Those gloves were part of his signature attire and now they were torn thanks to his much larger hands.
"No..not my gloves!"
"We won't be needing those."
"Stop this right away, you know that this isn't right."
"I think it is.."
His shirt was starting to tighten a bit as his upperbody started to bloaten and contort with a couple of crunching sounds, broadening and swelling - beginning with his chest and torso followed by a bit of his stomach, he groaned several times as his stomach continued to growl, the hunger was getting to him and he was having a lot more trouble resisting. He felt oh so very hungry and he knew that he had to do something before it got too severe.
"Uh oh...please...no.."
"Oh yes...gonna make you nice and big, just like me."
"Ugh...this hurts me so much. I always hate this part...I hate it so much..."
"Don't deny it...you love it oh so much, after all - you're becoming just like me."
At this point he was beginning to lose his cool even more, to the point that he was getting a bit more aggressive and it was making him want to stomp around, scream/roar, and try as much as he could to resist the transformation, he tried to keep calm but one could easily tell that his aggression was increasing a bit more, making him more and more aggravated.
"I'LL NEVER BE LIKE YOU!"
His aggression was building up even more as he stomped around, growled and shook his head while his broadening torso and chest along with his stomach pushed against his shirt, causing the buttons to pucker before he clutched his stomach, unable to cope with what was going on and what he was turning into.
"Oh yes you will...and you are, just look at you. You're getting so very big."
"But this is disgusting and horrifying."
"Is it? Oh is it right?"
"No..it's horrifying."
"You like this don't you...of course you do."
"No..no..."
He grunted several times as a few buttons popped off his shirt as his broadening stomach pushed against it, making his shirt feel extremely tight as he heard several cracks and crunching sounds, he was desperately trying to ignore the hunger that was trying to take over him from within but he couldn't seem to do it. As the hunger was now influencing him in general as his strength started building up to inhuman levels.
"You can't ignore my appetite which is also yours as well."
"I can try to."
"Please...I can't bear this. That Monstrump DNA is inside me and it's changing me, I can't get it out and. It's getting harder to keep myself from letting the hunger influence me. And even more so to...to.."
"Getting harder to...do what? To what? Stop me from changing you? I'm afraid you are already on your way, just look at how big you're getting. Soon, your body will be the right type of body for what you are."
"I should curse myself for what I have done, it was my fault. I accidentally injected myself with was the Monstump serum and...ugh...ugh...having a hard time thinking straight. I can't think straight at all. It's torment...pure torment."
"But look at you..."
He reached out for help but his shirt was unable to hold on anymore, as the buttons slowly puckered and popped off one by one, and his shirt in general slowly tore apart, ripping open as his back expanded and broadened with a loud crunch. The upper-body changing wasn't done yet...as the upperhalf of a business suit developed in the place of his ripped shirt, he groaned several times and he already was beginning to feel like he was channeling Thunder from Big Trouble In Little China.
"It's going to be a pain explaining to my tailor and dry-cleaner how this happened. I mean how do you think they'll react to this? And what will my friends think if they saw this? I know it's too late for me to do anything, but still.."
"But on the plus side you have a much better build on your upperhalf, now for the lower half.. I think it's time we fix that, you need to be as big as me after all. Now, let's have a go at changing this pathetic lowerbody of yours."
"Oh no...no..."
"Oh, yes yes..."
"It hurts me...it really does, please...stop."
The pain was increasing even more, making him groan and whimper as he felt more distraught than ever, he desperately wanted a way to reverse the process, but unfortunately it looked like there wasn't one and he felt more like he was having trouble holding on and keeping balance, he started to wobble and shake as he attempted to hold on. That bone spur in one of his feet making it a much bigger problem as well.
"Aaaagh...woah...I seem to be having trouble keeping my balance now..."
"Oh, but you won't be having that kind of trouble for long."
He groaned as he stumbled a few times and then fell on the ground, right on his back and onto the ground with a piercing cracking sound, his senses heightening quite a bit as he moaned in anguish, the anguish being caused by his legs which were broadening and growing with a couple of uncomfortable stretching sounds.
"Oh no..no...no."
"Oooh...yes...yes."
Looking down at his feet and his shoes, he panted and yelped as they altered in size, his shoes slowly altering in shape and turning black, becoming a pair of size 12 workshoes as he groaned many additional times, unable to ignore the pain and unable to stop what he was going through, knowing it would only be a matter of time.
"Aaaah!"
"Ah yes..this is definitely a good start."
"Uh oh...no...no.."
"Oh yes, you're becoming quite a big guy...yuge infact. I like this."
"Well I don't."
"Come now...isn't this fun? It is..and you look like you are having fun."
He winched a little as he looked down at his legs and feet, his legs now broadening to go with his arms as his jeans felt unnaturally tight, mainly due to pressure. His belt slowly began to unbuckle itself and pop off as his jeans slowly tightened, power slowly surging through him, as the voice in his head taunted him. It was clear that voice was trying to control him and make him give in, but he didn't want to.
"Ugh...no...no, mustn't let that control me."
"Oh, why not? Look at all the energy going through your body, making you stronger...so much stronger. And you are improving, this form of yours will soon be so powerful and so fierce...you'll be wanting to use it no matter what. I mean can you think of the things you'd be able to do? Haven't you always wanted to know what being powerful feels like?"
"Well...yes..but."
"Don't you think it would be fun to rule the entire supernatural world and be in control of everything? I think it would be. Besides...you know you'd like that a lot. I know that you probably would."
"Yeeeah but look at me...i'm turning into a big overgrown tangerine skinned mutant that doesn't get the hint that nobody likes him and somehow thinks he can order around anyone and everyone. Who would let a creature like that in office?"
"Ooooh..but I think you like it."
"Ugh....."
Disgruntedly, he shook his head several more times as his jeans slowly tore apart, with each single tear, pieces of the lowerhalf of the suit could be seen forming underneath it as he groaned and yowled in agony. His screams were loud enough to possibly wake the dead - well not literally of course, but still...they were pretty dang loud.
"That's it, grow...grow.."
He squirmed several times as he attempted to resist several more times, his jeans tightening even more as his rear began to blow up and inflate a little, pushing against the seat of them, making him more and groan a multitude of additional/extra times while the jeans in general tightened even more.
"Oh no...this is my least favorite part."
"But it's my personal favorite."
Resistance was becoming a bit more of a problem for him as he saw his rear inflating even more and pushing against the seat of the aforementioned jeans he was wearing, he was squirming as he was attempting to resist as his much bigger behind stood there prominently pressing against the fabric and he shuddered as this was going on.
"Uh...I must fight it."
"No, you must not...it is good."
"I don't want to be like you."
"Oh but you already are."
He groaned and panicked as the button popped off his jeans and darted onto the ground and his jeans slowly tore apart, the voice in his head wasn't helping either, only taunting him further and trying to make him accept his changes, but no matter how many times he tried to resist or to ignore it, it got worse and worse. He groaned several times as his jeans tore apart completely, the fully grown lowerhalf of the buisness-suit now forming in its place, he sobbed a little as he saw this.
"Ugh...eeew..."
"Why the eeeew?"
"Please...help...someone, please. This isn't nice."
"Oh but it is, look at you now...looking really nice."
"But my butt is huge now. And i'm fat...so..very fat".
"Fat? Fat? No...you are not fat...you are large and in charge."
An overwhelming sensation of dizziness began to flush over him, making him grunt and groan slightly louder than before as his shoulders broadened with a loud-crunch, he started to feel like everything was getting smaller, and he couldn't do anything about it. His larger build seemed to cause him to accidentally knock things over clumsily. He felt like he was in a place that was too tiny for him to accommodate.
"Ugh...feeling so dizzy, I feel like i'm stuck in a place that's too small for me to inhabit, it's soooo unnerving to me. Ugh...everything feels like it's getting smaller, I think like i'm outgrowing everything all at once."
"You are just growing to my height..it's perfectly natural."
"You call this natural?"
"Definitely."
He groaned as he struggled to hold on, his height slowly increasing from 5'7 to 5'8 as that feeling of everything shrinking continued to overwhelm him, he felt like he couldn't fit anywhere and he felt like he was going to fall down and squash someone at any minute, he wanted this to stop but it just wouldn't.
"No..no...no...no..."
"Yes, more...until we match."
"No, no...I refuse."
"You are weak and pathetic, human...soon I will be in control of you and I will make you be like me whether you want to or not. And you will be so much stronger, and so much better...much better indeed."
Resistance levels were slowly starting to dwindle down as that voice influenced him even more, making him start to even like it and enjoy it - which he was very embarrassed about and even a little grossed out. He was becoming the most grotesque and horrible thing in the whole world and yet...he was liking it? He felt like there was something wrong with him and something wrong with his mind.
"No..i'm not enjoying it, but I am."
"Oh...that's more like it...you know you like it."
"It's so gross but I...like it?"
"Yes...that is good, you like it."
"But it's disgusting and wrong."
"Is it?"
He gasped in horror as he slowly grew from 5'8 to 5'9 and then to 5'10, he groaned and grunted as the changes progressed further, he wasn't going to give up this time, and his mind was determined not to be altered with the rest of him. But Gorgo's necklace made him drift off into a trance-like state, and made it difficult for him to resist his transformation as a whole, he was starting to get hypnotized by it and the voice in his mind was conditioning him as well.
"Yes...I must listen. I must let him take over."
"That's right..."
"I don't...but it..it....feels good...good...natural."
"Of course it does, a big ol Monstrump like you always enjoys transforming...and you're coming along so nicely. Look at you, you'll have those silly humans running from you in no time. You're very imposing."
Snapping out of the trance-like state he fought back and yelled a few times, shaking his head as if to disagree with what the voice was telling him and generally attempting to keep his humanity and to resist, he tried all the best ways that he could, but it just wasn't any use, he tried ignoring the voice, but the voice's power was too much for him to handle.
"I don't wanna be a Trump-monster!"
"Oh but you do...you want this so much."
"I don't want this...please...stop."
"There's no stopping now. You have my dna now and it's inside you, altering you as we speak. And look at how much you are changing, don't you wanna embrace this? If I were you, I definitely would."
"Noooo.."
He yelped and yowled out in anguish as he slowly elevated from 5'10 to 5'11, his grunts of pure disdain and terror were more than enough to indicate that he wasn't at all 'enjoying' this and that he desperately wanted to try and fix this. His throat bulged out a little bit before returning to normal as his face stretched, he slowly altered in height from 5'11 to 6'ft, and he was trying his hardest to win the battle mentally and physically but it wasn't enough.
"You want this...you like this."
"No I don't...it's gross."
"Gross..but doesn't it feel good? You want to be a good Monstrump...don't you? Of course you do. And a good Monstrump always embraces being what they are. Now...do you want to be a good Monstrump?"
"I don't like this...I...."
"You what?"
"I loathe it...please..."
"Don't you mean you secretly like it?"
"No...no..I don't want this to happen...I...want..more.."
"Oooh..."
With another sudden jolt, power surged through his body again and he started getting a desire to have more of things, what exactly he meant by now he didn't know, but he just had to have more, and as much as he tried to resist it...he just couldn't, he shook his head and sobbed a few times as he slowly grew in height from 6'ft to 6'1, as his throat bulged out in an amphibian-like manner for a few seconds and he felt like he was going to be violently sick and vomit all over the place.
"What? No...no, no. I didn't say that. I didn't say that...I didn't just say that. Ugh...getting so hard, can't think straight at all. My appetite is still growing and from the looks of it...so am I. And I can't seem to resist this."
"Yes, you are coming along well. Don't fight it, embrace it now."
"No...no..and you can never make me do it."
He slowly started breaking down and crying, sobbing as he did so - he slowly elevated in height to 6'2 as he examined his much larger body, touching it and feeling it, feeling extremely sickened and queasy as he looked at it. He couldn't believe this was his body now and what he was becoming, and it was sickening him and frightening him at the exact time, tears were running down his face as this was commencing.
"Don't cry now....there there, i'm sure you'll be a very fine Monstrump."
"But i'm human..."
"Human? I don't think so..."
The voice continuously teased and mocked him as he sobbed while trying to keep away his newly developing instincts and urges, once again feeling like everything was smaller as his shoulders broadened with the same loud crunch sound as before, he shuffled them around a bit and tried his best to suppress and resist the changes. He groaned as his neckline started changing and he squirmed in reaction to it.
"Ugh...I hate this body, it's so gross and overweight."
"I like this body...and so do you."
He tried to resist the ignore the changes as much as he could and tried to focus on his regular form or what it looked like, hoping that he could indeed turn back to normal, but unfortunately the Monstrump DNA was wreaking havoc on his shapeshifting powers and even when it seemed like he could turn back into his normal self, he reverted right back into his mid-transformation state.
"Why can't I?"
"Why can't you...what?"
"Turn into my regular form. I can't turn back into my regular form...why don't my powers work? Why can't I turn back into my normal form? Why can't I just morph back into what I normally look like?"
"Because this is your regular form...and you like it.."
"No...I don't."
"Don't hide your appreciation for this form with hatred."
One could definitely easily tell by the distraught expression on his face that he definitely did not want this to be happening to him but it was nearly getting to be too late to do anything, he grunted and groaned as his neckline altered a bit more, a crimson necktie wrapping itself around it as his throat bulged out for a few seconds.
"Why? Why?"
"Don't you cry, you're just having a difficult time adjusting."
"I can keep on resisting if I want to and I think that I shall."
"Oh? But resisting is useless...especially since you're already starting to show traits of your true self. And it will only be a matter of time until you are like me. Let go and let the real you out."
"This creature is NOT the real me!"
"No...no....no...this isn't supposed to happen. At least not in the movie, in the movie YOU lose. The monster in Attack Of The 50ft Trump loses at the end after he is captured, he does not win and neither shall you."
"Ah yes, Attack Of The 50ft Trump is a terrific monster movie. I prefer the ending where I win, but the ending where my aura possesses a human who enters my cave is a good one too - because that means there might be a sequel."
"Ugh...rrr.."
"And I think you'll find that you'll be siding with me when you watch the movie again."
By this time the resistance levels were sinking even lower as he tried to repress his newly developed monstrous instincts and urges, and trying to remain in control but his mind started to slip as the voice chimed in once more, but it was getting harder for him to think properly as his memories started getting hazy. He was trying to remember what and who he was but it was getting a bit more challenging.
"I must try to remember what I am...i'm a human being, right?"
"Noooo...you are like me, you always have been."
"No, I am not..."
"Oh yes you are, you've always been a monster."
"No..i'm human...I think."
"But do you remember being human?"
"Uhhh..yeah, I think.."
He tried to figure out if he actually did remember being a human, but those memories were getting hazier as he felt himself getting entranced again and his mind was slipping away, he grunted as the necktie he was now sporting lengthened and extended downwards, all the way down to his stomach.
"Well?"
"Uhh..."
"Maybe this will help."
There was a tugging sensation in his scalp as the hairs in it slowly turned from brown to platinum blonde, his hair slowly puffing up and taking on an entirely different style from his regular one, and his instincts were influencing him further as he couldn't help but comb it over a bit and preen it. He snapped out of the trance for a few seconds and attempted to fight back, determined not to lose the battle at any cost.
"Stop..."
"I'm not stopping now."
"There has to be a way to fix this, a cure, an elixir, an antidote..."
"No...no...there's no way of stopping it now."
"I mustn't lose....I mustn't.."
"Oh but you're losing...already...admit it."
"No..I won't."
"Your will is mine, and soon...you will have no choice."
"My will is yours? Ha! No it's not, it's mine and mine alone. It certainly does not belong to you or anyone else. You may have changed my body and my hair, but you will never take my will and my mind."
The resistance levels had now sunken to the point of going into the proverbial underground and were completely worn out, he tried to resist but he couldn't seem to be able to do it any longer, his new instincts influencing him as his mind slowly began to slip further and further away, any traces of his regular self slowly faded away and he slowly slipped away, losing his will and himself to the voice.
"I must...I must...I don't want him to win, don't wanna be evil. I don't want to become like him at all, I am afraid I won't be in control of my actions if I become like him. Don't wanna lose my humanity to the monster I am becoming, I don't want to lose this...I...have to resist, I just have to."
"You won't be needing that anymore."
"But...but."
"Especially since it's not for you."
He cried to himself as tears ran down his face and a look of utter fear and distress came over him, making him even more upset than before. He was trying to remember who or what he was but he couldn't seem to figure it out and his thoughts were continously shifting, making it an even more grandscale challenge than ever. This was now a battle of wills between him and the voice, and he was the one that was losing.
"Noo...this has to be a nightmare. I have to remember who I am...I'm..."
"You are me...and thus, you are Trumpty."
"No...no..i'm a human...see? Okay..so I have claws..but i'm still human. I'm not Trumpty and I never will be. I am human, can't you see? Can't you see i'm a human being and not a Monstrump of any kind?"
"Oooh, but you look Trumpish to me."
No matter how many times he tried to keep the instincts at bay, he couldn't keep up the fight and ultimately was losing, becoming so consumed by his monstrous instincts and developing mindset that he was already having problems pinpointing if he was human or not, and also he was begining to lose control of himself and his newly developing form, his throat bulging out again as his eyebrows turned from brown to blonde and bushed up, his brow sloping a bit in the process. By now, his face was turning the exact same color as his hands and his resistance levels were now nearly completely non-existant, his human self slowly sinking away.
"I'm not supposed to look like this, i'm human.."
"My friend, take a look at yourself. That's a Trump-creature if I ever saw you and I should know. Look at you, you're definitely more Trump monster than human now and your mind might find itself agreeing."
"I'm not a Trump-creature I am a human being."
He grunted a few times as he found himself losing against 'Trumpty' in the battle for his mind, he tried to beg and plea for help but it was no use as his eyes turned from brown to icy blue and widened, he panicked and sobbed. Desperately seeking for a way out of this mess and a way to keep himself from letting the process take over him completely, there just had to be a way out of it.
"Oh but you are..."
"Please...heeelp me."
"No one can help you now...it's too late."
"It will never be too late."
With determination leading the way, he tried to supress the urges and instincts from his developing form and those other pesky traits that were influencing him but the glare of Gorgo's necklace followed by the voice in his head drew him back into the trance-like state from earlier and his mind slipped even further away, at this point he knew his resistance levels were completely gone and never to be seen again.
"Aaaw...don't be like that, that's not nice."
A barrage of anguish-filled groans emitted from his mouth as his face slowly began to warp and stretch before returning to normal, he screamed and then felt his face as it warped and contorted, he panicked numerous times before attempting to look away, but he couldn't, he just couldn't.
"Oh..god...oh my.."
"Here we go..the final stretch."
"No no...this isn't good...I want you to stop this...I want, no...I want more..."
"Yes...you do, that's right Trumpty."
"Ugh...no, I don't...no...no.."
"Oh yes..."
It was definitely clear that he was losing himself to the power of the Monstrump DNA that was corrupting him and altering him, he begged several times and cried as his nose slowly contorted and changed in size. He wanted a way to fix this, but he couldn't...he knew there just had to be a way, and there just had to be a way to stop it.
"Uhhh...please, please...stop. I promise not to make lame jokes about you again."
"Now why would I do that? Trumpty, don't be ridiculous. Now now Trumpty...you like it when this happens, because you like being so big and powerful. Your powers and your strength make you a formidable enemy."
He grunted a few times, and panted a bit as he couldn't stop himself from looking at the necklace Gorgo was wearing, that and the voice in his head were hypnotizing him further and enticing him into surrending, but he didn't want to happen...he didn't, he held on as tightly as he could.
"Urrrrgh...I have to find an antidote."
"Why do you need an antidote?"
"It's important and it's the only way to fix this. I need the antidote to stop the process from finishing and so that I can return to my normal human form. I don't wanna be like you at all, can't you tell?"
"No no you need Trumpty to take control. You need me...you and I share this body and without me, you are worthless. You must let Trumpty control you, as I am him and so are you. Don't deny it now, we're already so similar it is eerie."
"Should I? No...I shouldn't...but it's getting harder for me to resist and my mind is also slipping away. I don't want to lose myself to you or lose what little I have of my humanity and I have to remember I am a human being."
"You? A human being? No...this is the true you. Let him take over."
In a fit of desperation, he searched for the antidote and once he did find him it, he injected it into himself and tried to have it injected into his blood-stream, but to no avail, he couldn't turn back to what he normally was and he was already nearly done in terms of the process and he was losing this ginormous battle and the more monstrous and evil side was winning and gaining the upperhand.
"Come on, work...come on...there just has to be a way for it to work. I don't wanna end up becoming something i'm not. I have to remember i'm a human. That's it, i'm a human, i'm a human being."
"It's too late."
"It can't be...there must be some humanity still in me..."
"Oh no there isn't...your humanity is running out."
"There is...and I'm still mostly me...just struggling internally."
"Don't struggle."
That stretching sensation surfaced on his face once again as his mouth widened and contorted, he screamed loudly as this was happening and he wanted desperately for the antidote to work but it didn't...it was already becoming increasingly difficult mentally to hold on and the Monstrump DNA was there influencing him all through the way. Dispair and disgust were feelings that he was feeling at this very moment and for numerous reasons, he never thought it would come to this...but it was.
"I'm still me in here, there's still humanity in me, i'm not like you."
"Oh no no your body accepted the changes, it's your mind that hasn't."
"No it didn't...my body was fighting them and still is, I was trying to turn back into my normal form but the serum which has Monstrump DNA in it has altered my DNA and made me unable to use my morphing powers. I'm normally able to turn back to normal. "
"Oh..but this is normal, for you and your kind."
"I'm not like this...I'm human...or rather..uhh."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes...the serum may be a Monstrump serum and I may be struggling to control my new instincts and my growing appetite but I'm still human on the inside. I'll always be me on the inside. I will always be the same old me on the inside."
"No you won't..."
"My friends and allies will always know me as Nathan the scientist, monsterologist and hero...not as the monster. Not as this monstrosity. They will never know me as 'Trumpty' and they'll know me as the man I am on the inside."
"Trumpty...you really do know how to tell the best jokes."
Additional pained groans were heard as his cheekbones slowly sharpened while his throat bulged out a couple of more times, attempting to ignore the utter horror of the situation wasn't enough and he tried harder only to wind up failing as his mind slowly slipped further and further away, he sobbed a couple of times as this happened and he knew this was getting a whole lot scarier for him.
"They'll always know me as Nathan Forester, the scientist..and my allies will always see me for the man I am on the inside and not this monster I am becoming. They'll known me as the man and not the monster. And that is one thing you cannot take away from me, no matter how hard you try."
"No they won't they'll see you as Trumpty."
"Well I won't always be him, as you know there isn't a chance of me becoming him in broad daylight or anything. They most likely won't even know. And honestly I preferred it if they didn't. I mean there's more to me than just 'the monster' you know..I have a heart and a soul, unlike him."
"Oh but...I know you and I are so similar and we practically share this body."
He tried to morph back to his human form, which he successfully. He was very ecstatic and pleased to find that it was a success and that he was able to get back to normal and he hugged himself for a few seconds, feeling very good about what he had just done, he looked and saw his fully restored human form. It was too good to be true.
"Phew...i'm back to being me again."
Unfortunately this was indeed too good to be true, as he slowly morphed from his human form back into his already nearly completely transformed state and then he started to break down a few more times, crying a couple of times knowing it would all be over for him - at least in terms of his human memories and such.
"There we go, back to growing into such a magnificent specimen."
"No...no....you don't understand, i'm not like this. I never will. I'm supposed to be human.. as in a human being, albeit one with supernatural powers but still...a human. I'm not supposed to be like this."
"Don't deny your Monstrump heritage, you've always been a Monstrump."
"No...no..."
He picked up a photo of his human form and started sobbing, knowing that it would be the only remainder of that side of him, he didn't want to be a Monstrump, but here he was...losing control and becoming one, something that didn't happen on purpose, the whole thing was an accident but he wanted it to be fixed desperately.
"Oh yes.."
"I don't wanna be like this."
"No...no...no...this isn't natural. This is disgusting. Please......no...no."
His throat bulged out a bit more for a few seconds before returning to normal, his jawline broadening as his features warped and contorted, slowly contorting and warping to look less himself and grizzling to take on an appearance that was familiar to him, becoming the face and features of 2000's era Donald Trump with a few monster-like touches like pulsating veins that gave off an eerie glow to them and of course his claw-like fingernails.
"It's over."
He groaned several more times as his voice lowered and gruffened, grizzling up to match his appearance as it shifted, giving him a New York accent and a distinctive tone and set of mannerisms that altered the way he talked and spoke, making his vocal tone and voice in general match his appearance, which is to say...he sounded less like himself and more like Trump. His human memories were now fading away completely as the new personality and instincts started influencing him.
"Odd..I don't seem to remember that little thing known as humanity. Was I even born as one? I don't seem to remember much...like if I ever was human or not. Was I ever a human? I don't know..I just don't know anymore."
"You were never human to begin with."
"Yes you've always been known as Trumpty."
"Wait... I have? Now that you mention it...I have. But my friends always saw me as a human and not in this form. Is something wrong with them? Are they blind? Do they not understand that I am not human?"
"Why yes there is and I do believe they are."
His expression contorted itself into a pseudo-grimace as supernatural energy jolted through him, the human known as Nathan was now...completely gone mentally and physically, as in his place there stood the being known only as 'Trumpty', who of course was a supernatural version of Donald Trump. Only he was modeled on 2000s era Trump and unlike the real thing, he wasn't a dim bulb and he wasn't power mad by any means, he was just addicted to the feeling of being powerful. He looked around and listened before getting an idea, he saw the poster for his movie and it gave him a spectacular idea, he decided to rearrange the endings so that the ending for the movie was the one where he wins instead.
"I think it is time we educated those humans on what I am like."
"That movie of yours will definitely be good for that."
"Let's do this."
Thus, Trumpty started with his plan to show his former allies what he was truly like by inviting them over to his abode to watch Attack Of The 50ft Trump. Of course what they didn't know when they watched the movie was that the ending had been switched, and a message telling them to root for the monster rather than the heroes was cleverly put in there and a couple of hours later, they found themselves becoming Monstrumps of various types and species. And so with that, Monstrump invasion commenced that night and there was no one that could stop him.
Trumpty enjoyed his night celebrating with his monster companion Doctor Gorgo, spending a couple more hours together before both of them left to do their respective thing. The next morning, he morphed back into Nathan and was glad the ordeal was over, and as he looked over in his bedroom mirror - he saw his reflection, which was human for the time being, but then his reflection warped into that of Trumpty and stepped out of the mirror before merging with him.
"You may be you during the day but you are me once the moon turns orange and if you ever feel like being powerful again. I will always be here, in you and I will always be waiting, like it or not...I'm going to be staying here for a long time. But for now, enjoy being your human self while you still can."
He chuckled to himself as he walked off, and decided to wait and see if there were going to be any guests coming by, fully happy to be what he was and to use his powers to influence his human self whenever he could and to show off what it meant to be a Monstrump, with his new army helping him along the way. Of course this is only just the beginning of today's nightmarish tale, there's more to come soon.
And now for the moral of this story. Remember, every person has a monster living inside, someone who just wants to take control of you and make you just like them, no matter what that monstrous voice in your head tells you...resist, resist at any and/or all times, except if you really like the idea of being an evil monster with no redeeming traits whatsoever or being a monster in general.
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