Ballad of Trumpty's Curse
Ballad of Trumpty's Curse.
NOTE:
This is a first person TF of my character into his evil side and this is mostly dark satire with horror elements, none of this is real though and this is all just a story. If you think this is real, seek professional help or consider a new line of work. It also shows a bit of a sympathetic side to him as well and how he feels about becoming Trumpty.
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Everyone has a dark side and in my case it is quite literal because well...I can turn into a variety of characters and creatures, it's a shapeshifter thing. But most of the time when I morph I am in control of myself, but sometimes...sometimes I can't do anything about it. Sometimes it gets particularly nasty.
You have no idea how difficult it is to explain this to my friends, it's the most embarrassing form i've ever had and i've turned into George Clooney as Batman, Russell Brand and a human/slug hybrid, it's the most horrible thing I've been turned into, it's a...rampaging orange monster. Well technically a rampaging, orange Trump-monster. I didn't deserve this curse but somehow I have it now and it's awkward to share a body with this thing, this thing that is dubbed 'Trumpty'.
I even have visions/nightmares of becoming this creature and they all start the same way, i'm hanging with my friends or getting cool supernatural abilities when they all turn against me and just when I am enjoying myself and start to use my powers, that's when he shows up and it hurts me...it hurts me to become him, to lose control and become this rampaging Trump-monster and there's no one I can turn to. My closest human friends probably don't even know that the Trump-monster and I are one and the same, and the closest I have to someone who understands what it is like to be viewed as a monster is Bellwether, who I go out of my way to protect, I keep her with me at all times.
Luckily though, I only become 'him' when the moon is orange...it's because of a curse you see. You know the Stephen King novel Thinner? Well it's basically like that only I was in a field which was my typical haunting ground when I saw that orange fool playing golf...he was obviously intruding in my territory, and yet according to that one wacko supporter who cursed me I'm the one who deserved to get punished? That is hardly fair to me. Also..how come Billy gets the punishment of being cursed to lose weight while i'm stuck with the curse of being Trumpty?
Anyway...the story of how I put up with this curse begins here, with what appeared to be a bizzare vision only this was real, I was getting ready for a night of research and I was washing up in the bathroom and examining myself in the mirror. My friends were over with me at the time and they frankly worried about me. I had been in there for a couple of hours and was panting several times. I was just about to head out when I gazed out the window and saw it..it in this case being the moon and it was a particular bright orange color, and that was when my reflection started speaking to me, and that reflection wasn't mine - it was HIS. The 6'2 236lb orange blob himself.
"Hello Nathan..."
"Oh no...not you again humpty Trumpty."
"Yes, it's me. Who else were you expecting?"
"I've come to remind you that it's time."
"Oh no, no no...not again."
"Yes, it's time for you to show everyone what you really are."
"No...no...no...I won't."
"Oh but don't you know? You don't have a choice in the matter, since you have been cursed, you will always turn into me and even though you are human during the day, you are mine at night and always will...when the moon turns orange, so will you..just like me, just like me. So big...so fierce..so proud."
"I know I know...and it's horrible. Being a big, tubby, gross Trump-monster is horrible, it's nothing but a burden and it's just so embarrassing, no wonder my friends are afraid of me when i'm like that."
"Embarrassing? There's nothing embarrassing about being what you are."
I was about to respond to him but I began to feel light-headed and a little ill as the orange moon kept surfacing in my mind, altering my thoughts and making me want to gaze it, my mind itself was thinking about the first time I looked up at it and the first time it happened...the first time I...well...changed. I remember how it felt to transform, it was painful and horrifying but as it went on...it started to feel good, oddly. It's kind of embarrassing to admit this, but I kind of liked it.
Reminded me a lot of all those dreams/visions I had in which I transformed, all of them started with me being chased and I remember the mirror and seeing him..staring at me like that, glaring with his piercing icy blue eyes, and then ooh..oooh, the transformations would happen, and they would be so horrifying yet fascinating at at the exact same time.
"But..."
"Do you know how great it is to become me? It is wonderful and you know that deep down, you like it. Remember the first time you transformed? How good it felt and how much fun it was? Remember that bright, beautiful orange moon calling to you? And make you want more...so much more?"
"Oh yes...yes..."
It was getting difficult for me to think straight, all I could think about was the orange moon and how oddly entrancing the process of transforming was. That's when the transformation began to take place, supernatural energy jolted through my entire body, making me feel a rush of power and it made me want more of it, so much more, not I wasn't getting power hungry...I was just really liking the feeling of power in general, which is totally different from being a power hungry maniac.
My shirt started to strain and tighten a bit as my upperbody slowly gained weight, with my chest and torso broadening and swelling along with my stomach, my normally slim build now becoming a bit bulkier as the sensation moved its way to my arms, my arms broadening as my hands swelled and enlarged, my gloves slowly tearing apart to allow my hands to be free.
"There we go, look at you...doesn't that feel nice?"
"Uhhh...yes, it kind of does."
"Of course it does, because you know that you're outgrowing your human self and showing your true colors. You may be a human during the day but you and I know both know what you actually are. And that is.."
"Yes...."
A few buttons popped off my shirt as my shirt strained more and more trying to contain my much larger upperbody, meanwhile my fingers thickened as my fingernails lengthened a bit - turning golden and becoming akin to claws. It didn't take me more than a second to notice that the color of my skin was changing starting from my hands, my hands themselves slowly turning a peach-tan almost orange color.
The buttons popped off a few more times as my shirt strained even more until it gave up the proverbial ghost with a loud-ripping sound, revealing the upperhalf of a Brioni business suit growing underneath, so strange yet so fascinating at the same time, I tried moving around for a few seconds and it was kind of difficult but I adjusted to it, as much as I tried to resist, I knew that this was always going to happen. My jeans were starting to tighten in the same way as my suit, as my legs slowly contorted and broadened, which meant only one thing...my feet grew a bit larger as my shoes slowly hardened and became a pair of size 12 workshoes to fit them.
Feeling the back of my jeans I could immediately tell that something was pushing against it, and that something was my rear as it slowly began to puff up and inflate, pushing against it and making my jeans in general tighten even more. With a snap and a tear, my jeans slowly burst open as my rear inflated a bit more, matching my stomach as a pair of matching Brioni business suit pants formed in the place of my ripped jeans.
"Ah yes, more...more...you know want more of it."
"Oooh, yes..."
I didn't need a mirror to look at my newly transformed body, for I knew that my body was now a lot heavier than normal, as my shoulders and back broadened. I knew that with 13 inch arms, a 44 inch chest and a 36 inch backside that I was definitely on the heavy side now and this wasn't my usual physique, my height elevated to 6'2. I looked like I was on the overweight/obese side but for some reason I didn't feel sluggish, in fact I felt a LOT stronger as my strength increased to inhuman levels.
My neckline altered as a crimson colored tie slowly wrapped itself around it, extending and reaching downwards as the orange skintone from before made its way onto my face, all of the brown hairs in my scalp were slowly altering in color from how they normally were, lightening as platinum ones fused with them, which in turn slowly turned my hair from brown to blonde as it slowly began to fluff up as I instinctively started to comb it over a bit, I can't help it really...it's HIS instincts that are influencing me here after all, as my eyes widened and turned icy blue just like his.
I could definitely feel a ticklish sensation as my eyebrows bushed up and turned blonde, my brow sloping a bit as my nose altered in shape, my cheekbones sharpened as my jawline enlarged and broadened, my mouth widened as my expression contorted into what I could basically sum up as a pseudo grimace-like expression, my features contorting and grizzling up until they slowly but surely took on his likeness, making me look more Trumpish than my regular human self.
My voice deepened and gruffened to match my appearance, as it grizzled up and developed a gruff and authoritative tone along with a New York accent, I recognized the voice that emerged from my mouth, it was his...as my voice finished its next few stages of alterations, I now not only looked Trump-like but sounded like that as well. At this point, my mind was rapidly shifting, making me think that this was natural and this was the actual me as opposed to my human self, and making me think that I was always like this and that I wasn't who I was before.
The name 'Nathan' seemed to become less known to me and I started to remember things differently, I started to remember that I wasn't a human and that I was a Monstrump which is a monster that is Trump-inspired and that I was basically Donald Trump as a monster, which is to say...I was him, I was the creature known as 'Trumpty' and yet I knew I had always been like that.
I looked up at the orange moon and I smiled a little, as I thought about the times in which I had used my powers to transform humans into my kind and to show them how I am not to be laughed at, I also thought about what i'd like to do tonight, but the humans that were my friends...they couldn't and possibly wouldn't be able to understand me, they would try to hurt me.
"There we are, now this is perfect."
"Yeah, you're right...it is."
"Is anything wrong?"
"Well....what if the humans out there don't like me?"
"Those humans are ridiculous...they probably fear you that's all."
"I guess that makes sense."
"Well of course it does, you are a powerful Monstrump with inhuman strength and heightened senses. You are fierce and strong and above all, fantastic. People would be intimidated by you no matter where you are or what you are doing. Because you're the most fearsome kind of monster there is and that is no lie."
"So what do I do with these new powers?"
"Go around and show them off of course, make some new Monstrump friends."
"That sounds like a good idea to me."
And thus with that I got up and began to walk around the apartment I was living in, searching all the rooms for humans to test my new powers and luckily there were plenty of them, as I hypnotized them and conditioned them into wanting to become my Apprentices before they slowly but surely turned into Monstrumps as their mindsets altered, making them think they've always been the way they were. In addition to this, I got to make many new friends.
As for what happened to me later on, I eventually managed to morph back into my regular human form, only to be reminded that I was still cursed to become Trumpty and that no matter what, he would always be there, no matter where I am...he is always there, watching, waiting and always attempting to take over me. No matter how many times I try to resist, he's always finding new ways to alter me and make me more and more like him, you'd think that this is a good thing but it's not, being a Trump-monster is a burden and I wouldn't wish it on anyone else.
What does it feel to bloat up to Trump size? Well...you know the scene in Big Trouble In Little China where Thunder puffs up and explodes with air coming out of his nose and ears and he looks like a Garbage Pail Kid? That's what it feels like for a normally slim human like myself to puff up to Donald Trump's size and gain his build, it's a strain on the clothes too. There is no cure for it or anything, so I guess i'm stuck turning into Trumpty every time the moon turns orange or every time I get a moment of feeling powerful or every time the Pizza Hut logo shows up. I was only defending my territory but now...i'm got a bad case of the Help! I'm Donald Trump blues. That's why I always try to prevent him from taking over me completely and try to resist as hard as I can, but even in my dreams..I cannot stop him.
Such is the curse of the Monstrump and the curse of Trumpty in general, no place to go, no place to hide, no friends to turn to, i'm stuck turning into the very thing I am not, the opposite of who I am, the monster that lurks within me, and this is a monster I don't like at all, such is the curse of Trumpty, such is the curse of Trumpty.
NOTE:
This is a first person TF of my character into his evil side and this is mostly dark satire with horror elements, none of this is real though and this is all just a story. If you think this is real, seek professional help or consider a new line of work. It also shows a bit of a sympathetic side to him as well and how he feels about becoming Trumpty.
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Everyone has a dark side and in my case it is quite literal because well...I can turn into a variety of characters and creatures, it's a shapeshifter thing. But most of the time when I morph I am in control of myself, but sometimes...sometimes I can't do anything about it. Sometimes it gets particularly nasty.
You have no idea how difficult it is to explain this to my friends, it's the most embarrassing form i've ever had and i've turned into George Clooney as Batman, Russell Brand and a human/slug hybrid, it's the most horrible thing I've been turned into, it's a...rampaging orange monster. Well technically a rampaging, orange Trump-monster. I didn't deserve this curse but somehow I have it now and it's awkward to share a body with this thing, this thing that is dubbed 'Trumpty'.
I even have visions/nightmares of becoming this creature and they all start the same way, i'm hanging with my friends or getting cool supernatural abilities when they all turn against me and just when I am enjoying myself and start to use my powers, that's when he shows up and it hurts me...it hurts me to become him, to lose control and become this rampaging Trump-monster and there's no one I can turn to. My closest human friends probably don't even know that the Trump-monster and I are one and the same, and the closest I have to someone who understands what it is like to be viewed as a monster is Bellwether, who I go out of my way to protect, I keep her with me at all times.
Luckily though, I only become 'him' when the moon is orange...it's because of a curse you see. You know the Stephen King novel Thinner? Well it's basically like that only I was in a field which was my typical haunting ground when I saw that orange fool playing golf...he was obviously intruding in my territory, and yet according to that one wacko supporter who cursed me I'm the one who deserved to get punished? That is hardly fair to me. Also..how come Billy gets the punishment of being cursed to lose weight while i'm stuck with the curse of being Trumpty?
Anyway...the story of how I put up with this curse begins here, with what appeared to be a bizzare vision only this was real, I was getting ready for a night of research and I was washing up in the bathroom and examining myself in the mirror. My friends were over with me at the time and they frankly worried about me. I had been in there for a couple of hours and was panting several times. I was just about to head out when I gazed out the window and saw it..it in this case being the moon and it was a particular bright orange color, and that was when my reflection started speaking to me, and that reflection wasn't mine - it was HIS. The 6'2 236lb orange blob himself.
"Hello Nathan..."
"Oh no...not you again humpty Trumpty."
"Yes, it's me. Who else were you expecting?"
"I've come to remind you that it's time."
"Oh no, no no...not again."
"Yes, it's time for you to show everyone what you really are."
"No...no...no...I won't."
"Oh but don't you know? You don't have a choice in the matter, since you have been cursed, you will always turn into me and even though you are human during the day, you are mine at night and always will...when the moon turns orange, so will you..just like me, just like me. So big...so fierce..so proud."
"I know I know...and it's horrible. Being a big, tubby, gross Trump-monster is horrible, it's nothing but a burden and it's just so embarrassing, no wonder my friends are afraid of me when i'm like that."
"Embarrassing? There's nothing embarrassing about being what you are."
I was about to respond to him but I began to feel light-headed and a little ill as the orange moon kept surfacing in my mind, altering my thoughts and making me want to gaze it, my mind itself was thinking about the first time I looked up at it and the first time it happened...the first time I...well...changed. I remember how it felt to transform, it was painful and horrifying but as it went on...it started to feel good, oddly. It's kind of embarrassing to admit this, but I kind of liked it.
Reminded me a lot of all those dreams/visions I had in which I transformed, all of them started with me being chased and I remember the mirror and seeing him..staring at me like that, glaring with his piercing icy blue eyes, and then ooh..oooh, the transformations would happen, and they would be so horrifying yet fascinating at at the exact same time.
"But..."
"Do you know how great it is to become me? It is wonderful and you know that deep down, you like it. Remember the first time you transformed? How good it felt and how much fun it was? Remember that bright, beautiful orange moon calling to you? And make you want more...so much more?"
"Oh yes...yes..."
It was getting difficult for me to think straight, all I could think about was the orange moon and how oddly entrancing the process of transforming was. That's when the transformation began to take place, supernatural energy jolted through my entire body, making me feel a rush of power and it made me want more of it, so much more, not I wasn't getting power hungry...I was just really liking the feeling of power in general, which is totally different from being a power hungry maniac.
My shirt started to strain and tighten a bit as my upperbody slowly gained weight, with my chest and torso broadening and swelling along with my stomach, my normally slim build now becoming a bit bulkier as the sensation moved its way to my arms, my arms broadening as my hands swelled and enlarged, my gloves slowly tearing apart to allow my hands to be free.
"There we go, look at you...doesn't that feel nice?"
"Uhhh...yes, it kind of does."
"Of course it does, because you know that you're outgrowing your human self and showing your true colors. You may be a human during the day but you and I know both know what you actually are. And that is.."
"Yes...."
A few buttons popped off my shirt as my shirt strained more and more trying to contain my much larger upperbody, meanwhile my fingers thickened as my fingernails lengthened a bit - turning golden and becoming akin to claws. It didn't take me more than a second to notice that the color of my skin was changing starting from my hands, my hands themselves slowly turning a peach-tan almost orange color.
The buttons popped off a few more times as my shirt strained even more until it gave up the proverbial ghost with a loud-ripping sound, revealing the upperhalf of a Brioni business suit growing underneath, so strange yet so fascinating at the same time, I tried moving around for a few seconds and it was kind of difficult but I adjusted to it, as much as I tried to resist, I knew that this was always going to happen. My jeans were starting to tighten in the same way as my suit, as my legs slowly contorted and broadened, which meant only one thing...my feet grew a bit larger as my shoes slowly hardened and became a pair of size 12 workshoes to fit them.
Feeling the back of my jeans I could immediately tell that something was pushing against it, and that something was my rear as it slowly began to puff up and inflate, pushing against it and making my jeans in general tighten even more. With a snap and a tear, my jeans slowly burst open as my rear inflated a bit more, matching my stomach as a pair of matching Brioni business suit pants formed in the place of my ripped jeans.
"Ah yes, more...more...you know want more of it."
"Oooh, yes..."
I didn't need a mirror to look at my newly transformed body, for I knew that my body was now a lot heavier than normal, as my shoulders and back broadened. I knew that with 13 inch arms, a 44 inch chest and a 36 inch backside that I was definitely on the heavy side now and this wasn't my usual physique, my height elevated to 6'2. I looked like I was on the overweight/obese side but for some reason I didn't feel sluggish, in fact I felt a LOT stronger as my strength increased to inhuman levels.
My neckline altered as a crimson colored tie slowly wrapped itself around it, extending and reaching downwards as the orange skintone from before made its way onto my face, all of the brown hairs in my scalp were slowly altering in color from how they normally were, lightening as platinum ones fused with them, which in turn slowly turned my hair from brown to blonde as it slowly began to fluff up as I instinctively started to comb it over a bit, I can't help it really...it's HIS instincts that are influencing me here after all, as my eyes widened and turned icy blue just like his.
I could definitely feel a ticklish sensation as my eyebrows bushed up and turned blonde, my brow sloping a bit as my nose altered in shape, my cheekbones sharpened as my jawline enlarged and broadened, my mouth widened as my expression contorted into what I could basically sum up as a pseudo grimace-like expression, my features contorting and grizzling up until they slowly but surely took on his likeness, making me look more Trumpish than my regular human self.
My voice deepened and gruffened to match my appearance, as it grizzled up and developed a gruff and authoritative tone along with a New York accent, I recognized the voice that emerged from my mouth, it was his...as my voice finished its next few stages of alterations, I now not only looked Trump-like but sounded like that as well. At this point, my mind was rapidly shifting, making me think that this was natural and this was the actual me as opposed to my human self, and making me think that I was always like this and that I wasn't who I was before.
The name 'Nathan' seemed to become less known to me and I started to remember things differently, I started to remember that I wasn't a human and that I was a Monstrump which is a monster that is Trump-inspired and that I was basically Donald Trump as a monster, which is to say...I was him, I was the creature known as 'Trumpty' and yet I knew I had always been like that.
I looked up at the orange moon and I smiled a little, as I thought about the times in which I had used my powers to transform humans into my kind and to show them how I am not to be laughed at, I also thought about what i'd like to do tonight, but the humans that were my friends...they couldn't and possibly wouldn't be able to understand me, they would try to hurt me.
"There we are, now this is perfect."
"Yeah, you're right...it is."
"Is anything wrong?"
"Well....what if the humans out there don't like me?"
"Those humans are ridiculous...they probably fear you that's all."
"I guess that makes sense."
"Well of course it does, you are a powerful Monstrump with inhuman strength and heightened senses. You are fierce and strong and above all, fantastic. People would be intimidated by you no matter where you are or what you are doing. Because you're the most fearsome kind of monster there is and that is no lie."
"So what do I do with these new powers?"
"Go around and show them off of course, make some new Monstrump friends."
"That sounds like a good idea to me."
And thus with that I got up and began to walk around the apartment I was living in, searching all the rooms for humans to test my new powers and luckily there were plenty of them, as I hypnotized them and conditioned them into wanting to become my Apprentices before they slowly but surely turned into Monstrumps as their mindsets altered, making them think they've always been the way they were. In addition to this, I got to make many new friends.
As for what happened to me later on, I eventually managed to morph back into my regular human form, only to be reminded that I was still cursed to become Trumpty and that no matter what, he would always be there, no matter where I am...he is always there, watching, waiting and always attempting to take over me. No matter how many times I try to resist, he's always finding new ways to alter me and make me more and more like him, you'd think that this is a good thing but it's not, being a Trump-monster is a burden and I wouldn't wish it on anyone else.
What does it feel to bloat up to Trump size? Well...you know the scene in Big Trouble In Little China where Thunder puffs up and explodes with air coming out of his nose and ears and he looks like a Garbage Pail Kid? That's what it feels like for a normally slim human like myself to puff up to Donald Trump's size and gain his build, it's a strain on the clothes too. There is no cure for it or anything, so I guess i'm stuck turning into Trumpty every time the moon turns orange or every time I get a moment of feeling powerful or every time the Pizza Hut logo shows up. I was only defending my territory but now...i'm got a bad case of the Help! I'm Donald Trump blues. That's why I always try to prevent him from taking over me completely and try to resist as hard as I can, but even in my dreams..I cannot stop him.
Such is the curse of the Monstrump and the curse of Trumpty in general, no place to go, no place to hide, no friends to turn to, i'm stuck turning into the very thing I am not, the opposite of who I am, the monster that lurks within me, and this is a monster I don't like at all, such is the curse of Trumpty, such is the curse of Trumpty.
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