TftW: Rewritten.

TftW: Rewritten.
Trump tf/mc with meta elements.

NOTE:
This is a meta tf story of my character as an author being transformed into his creation,  that creation being Donald Trump as a monster.   This is mostly dark satire so please no complains about it,  save complaints for something more serious.   Also this is another one of the Trump-transformations I have been planning on doing.

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Every story has a beginning,  middle and an end...as well as a twist.  And the formula goes as follows,   the heroes have to stop the villains and the villains lose and the day/night is saved,  but what if the villain decided it was time to take control of the story and thus also take control of the storyteller and warp him/her to their will?     Well that’s what today’s story is all about,  our story begins with author Nathan Forester in his computer room,   he was working on a new story that involved a transformation into one of his monster personas and he was working on an ending he could use.

He didn’t want it to end with a scene of his character turning evil or anything so he decided to make it so that the hero snapped out of it and fought back.    But as he did this,  his computer screen started to glow as smoke emerged from it,   the smoke took on a spectral form before shifting into a familiar looking visage,   jumping back a bit in shock,  he looked horrified as he recognized the being that had materialized in front of him,  that large creature that was the most feared monster of all,   the leader of the Monstrumps himself...and that was of course Trumpty, Trumpty hovered around him as he examined what was going on.

“Oh no...no…”

“Oh yes,  yes indeed.  Hello,  Nathan.”

“You….”

“Yes,  it’s me...Trumpty.”

“Trumpty?  But that is impossible.  You’re a fictional creation based on a real person, you can’t possibly be here.    You’re not real.  Even if you were real, there is no way that this is anyway possible."

“Oh but I am,  I am very real.   And I have been hearing a lot about those stories you write and I love the ones you write about me,  they’re all great except one thing.   And do you want to know what that is?”

“Uhhh…”

“It’s that at the end of the story,   I always lose.”

“Not always though…”

“But most of the time I do.  Do you think that you can get rid of me that easily?  By having your character turn back into human form the next morning or by having me extracted from his body?  And do you really think that you can get away with making me lose?”

“Trumpty...you’re a villain,  you’re SUPPOSED to lose.  You’re not the hero,  you’re the bad guy.”

“I know but I don’t like that I am the villain.  I can’t help being what I am,  you should know that by now.  And besides,  out of the only times in which I actually HAVE won,  they are always short-lived.”

“What does it matter?  This probably isn’t real anyway.”

“Oh really?”

Trumpty reached over to where Nathan was and tapped him on the shoulder,  Nathan spun around and jumped back in shock before touching him,  he then rubbed the sides of his head to make sure if he was hallucinating or not,   this was no dream or hallucination,  this was real - one of his creations was alive and talking to him.

“Aiiiiieeee!  You’re real!  There’s no way that is even remotely possible.  What the heck is going on?   There has to be some kind of explanation behind this.  Because this is so bizarre,  so shocking...so outlandish.”

“It’s simple...I want to look at your latest work.”

“Oh alright,  but you probably will not like it.”

“Try me…”

“Alright...here we go.”

Nathan showed the hulking Trump-monster the latest story he was working on,  Trumpty approved of the transformation scene and the possession angle but he definitely was not keen on the ending,   in fact it irked him and made him shake his head in disgust.  He never did like it when this happened,  the everyone except the bad guy wins in the end bit really annoyed him to no end. Losing was something he really hated, especially since he was always the villain.

“Pretty entertaining I must say...except for that ending though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean THIS ending ‘Dr Forester turned back into human form as the evil spirit of Trumpty was released from his body and everyone who had been turned into a Trump-monster turned back to normal as well,  the night was saved and everything was alright’.  Yuck!  Too happy for my liking, also...aaaaw come on,   at least have it so that your character turns into me a second time. Now that would be a better ending.”

“I’m sorry but that’s how the story’s ending is supposed to go.”

“I don’t like it at all.  I think you should change it.”

“That’s too bad then…”

“Luckily if you won’t do it...I will…”

“Don’t even think about it...you can’t even possibly think about it.”

“Oh,  but I can.”

Trumpty smirked in a sly manner as he began typing up and rewriting the ending,  erasing the ending that Nathan had written and putting in his own ending as his plan commenced, Nathan tried to use his monster powers to stop him but then,  the Trump-monster roared as he picked him up.    Nathan squirmed several times as this happened,  trying to break free of his grasp but to no avail.

“Let me go you orange mutant..”

“That is no way to speak to someone like me.  You should know better than to treat me like i’m nothing more than a villain in your stories who gets defeated,  good may conquer evil most of the time but not this time.”

“You better not do anything to my story…”

“Oh don’t you worry,  all I have done is make the ending a lot better.”

“What...have you done?”

“See for yourself…”

Nathan looked over at the computer screen as he read the ending that Trumpty had written in place of the original ending,  and what he saw was positively horrifying and disgusting all at the same time.    This was a truly sickening and disgusting ending if he ever saw one and it made him sick to his stomach just reading it.

“This isn’t a good ending at all..it’s a dark ending.”

“My favorite kind..”

“Well it’s not for me...I mean look at this!  ‘Doctor Forester morphed back into his pathetic human form for a few seconds, but then his stomach gurgled and growled,  he clutched onto his stomach in pain as Trumpty’s spirit decided to up the ante by taking control of his body,  slowly but surely contorting him and transforming him’,   this is horrifying!”

“Oooh,  yes….now that’s a good one.”

“But this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.”

“Well not usually...but now it is.  And now...here’s the best part. ‘Doctor Forester’s body slowly began to alter and contort as his DNA was being altered in the process,  Trumpty’s spirit went right to work on transforming him,  working on each part of the body as he did so.  The human found himself swelling and growing to a magnificent Trump-like size as his whole body swelled and outgrew his pathetic human clothes’.   Now it is getting good.”

“No...nooo...nooo…”

“Oh yes.”

“Not if I can do anything to stop it.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Nathan tried to tackle the large Trump-monster before heading over to the computer,  trying to undo what he had done and undo the newly altered ending,  but that was brought to a halt when a sequence came up on the screen,  Trumpty used a code to import his own DNA-altering program to merge his DNA with Nathan’s,  which started up the sequence.  

“What have you done this time?”

“Over the many times I have been examining your work,  I have noticed how similar that the two of us really are.  I mean it is obvious that we are very much alike in terms of our tastes,  we both like monsters and we root for the villains,  it’s just that with you...you don’t like to admit it, but it’s alright...you shouldn't be ashamed.”

“What?  We’re not similar at all…”

“Oh...I think you’ll find that we are.”

“But i’m a human and well...you’re a gross, slobbery,  icky Trump-monster.”

“Oh...are you?”

“Yeah...i’m human,  i’ve always been one.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Nathan was about to  reply back to him but his stomach growled and gurgled,  as if he was getting hungrier,   even though he had just eaten and it was just the start of his problems,  once more the hunger was one he couldn’t ignore,   but that wasn’t the worst...no,  he started to feel ill although he was perfectly healthy as his skin slowly began to bubble,  looking at his hands...he could see the skin on them slowly turning an almost orangish color as his hands enlarged and tore through his gloves.

“My gloves,  they’re ruined!”

“You won’t be needing those,  not with those hands.”

“My skin!  My hands!  They’re…”

“Exactly like mine?  Yes they are.  After all,  your DNA is fused with mine.”

“You mean?”

“That’s right,  you’re turning into me.”

He squirmed several times as his fingers thickened,  in addition to this his shirt slowly tightened and strained as his chest and torso swelled and broadened,  along with his stomach which was pushing against the front of the shirt and causing several buttons to slowly pucker and pop off one by one,   his arms broadened in the process as his aura darkened over a course of minutes, he was horrified and disgusted by what was happening.

“What?  Okay...now that is horrible.”

“Horribly good that is,  besides...in order to better understand me,   you must be me.”

With a loud tearing sound his shirt slowly began to tear apart to reveal the upperhalf of a business suit growing underneath,   a cracking sound was heard as his legs stretched, contorted and broadened with his feet enlarging.  His shoes slowly changing into a pair of size 12 ones as his jeans slowly tightened.    His jeans tightened as his rear inflated quite a few times until it inflated a little bit more to match his stomach.

His jeans slowly tore apart as he looked at his much larger backside,  he groaned a few times as the lowerhalf of the suit slowly formed in the place of his tearing jeans.  His stomach growling even more as he started to think differently...he wanted to resist the changes but he couldn’t,  because supernatural energy was jolting through him while his back slowly broadened with a loud crack.    He couldn’t put his finger on it but he oddly enjoyed the process.

“This is so...so...disgusting but yet...I like it,  why?”

“Because it is natural.”

“Oooh...now that you mention it…”

“Yes?”

“I sort of like this...a lot,  feels gooood….so good.”

“You’re definitely starting to look good too.”

Even though he was horrified by how the process was going,  he actually was starting to feel less and less afraid of what was going on in general  -  granted,  he was slowly turning into the very monster that was his creation but he was beginning to feel that it was natural as his shoulders broadened and he elevated in height to 6’2.    He watched as his neckline altered, a long crimson colored necktie wrapping itself around it as it extended downwards to the point of reaching his stomach.

His hair slowly turned  from brown to blonde as he fluffed it up,  contorting it into a familiar hairstyle as his eyebrows bushed up and turned the same color as his new hair.   His brow sloped a bit as his face slowly matched his hands in terms of the orangish color that was present on them  as his eyes widened and turned icy blue,  narrowing a bit as well.  In his mind,  new instincts and thoughts were beginning to surface   along with new memories.

These memories were ones of being a powerful creature that nobody could control,  of being something beyond human, something that humans could respect and fear at the same time. He thought about this as his nose altered in shape and his lips swelled a bit,  his expression curling into a pseudo grimace as his features grizzled,  his cheekbones sharpening as his jawline broadened,  making him appear to have a much bigger jaw than normal as his features morphed and reshaped themselves,   his teeth brightening a bit as his features looked less like his own and more like those of his creation, which is  to say he looked a lot like Donald Trump, he even had the suit and hairstyle.  

His voice altered to match his voice as it deepened and gruffened,  developing a New York accent and a distinctive tone and style to it,  altering a few times to match his appearance until he had the voice that went his look,   which is to say he sounded like Trump as his mind shifted several more times,  he was remembering who and what he was.  He wasn’t human by any means,  not at all  - he was a Trump-monster,  not just any Trump-monster though,  but the main one,  the leader,  his name was Trumpty.   He removed his glasses as his transformation completed,  he looked on as he saw the original Trumpty pat him on the back.

“Ah yes,  perfect.  You’re a very good looking Trump-creature.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely.  I can tell you are coming to come in handy.”

“Indeed I am.”

“Now let’s go and start our own Monstrump army.”

“Ooooh,   I like that idea.”

“Let’s get to work.”

And thus with that the two Trumptys decided to get to work and work together,  spreading their influence to  humans that they ran into,  turning them into Trump-monsters known as Monstrumps and adding them to their army.   In addition to this the Monstrumps ran around causing as much havoc as possible.

As for what happened later,  the second Trumpty decided to publish the finished story with the new ending and share it online with a few select human friends,  he smiled several times as he did so,  knowing that said human friends were sure to be surprised.    And he knew that they definitely would be in for a surprise if they saw him as well.   Especially since none of his human friends knew that he was a Trump-monster yet.

Remember my friends,  that every good story needs the following things,  a beginning, a middle, an end,  or the twist,  and in addition to this sometimes it may be a good thing to let the bad guys win for once and sometimes that isn’t so bad after all.