Bright light enveloped her tender skin. Grey orbs, sensitive.
"nya~" y/N whimpers.
Arms restrained with human leather straps against the wall. Her fantasies of his wrinkly saggy foreskin make her tingle.
Trump wumppy has opened the white box. Today's warm up toy will be a rusty mobility scooter. Or at least that's what y/N thought.
"we are having a..... Guest. But because of his Sexuality, you can't be my little bitch. He's into guys and cats. You understand. right ~" daddy inquired as his sight organs mentally penetrated by glossy globes. He grabbed y/N's head and and shoved it down his big beefy throbbing horse cock. Y/N moaned in pleasure as she drooled. As daddy trump came and y/N swallowed and drooled his magic liquid, he injected her with a rusty needle.
Y/N choked in pleasure. Her ears started wilting away, now her cat ears sat atop her head. She painfully sprouted two tails, one hairy the other a pleasure Rod. Her female anatomy disintegrated like a cataclysmed building in the French superhero cartoon. She was now a he.
"open up little twink" supreme daddy purred, no longer in his goose fur suit but now in a Kim Jong un cosplay.
Y/N spread his cheeks. The naughty UwU boii needed a goid stretching. Daddy punched his arm into his tight plump hole, dry.
Tap tap
Tap tap
"oh~" the UwU flesh bag satanic ally sing songed
"that must be shaney waney OwO"
The white ceramic door creaked open. The natural light aggressively shone through the gap, too bright for Y/Ns fragile retenas. The door fully swung open. A silhouette appeared in front of the light, all confident and greasy.
"HELLO U GOIS" He bellowed out.
He steps down the stairs.
Tap tap tap.
His shoes made of rich poverty.
"Your master was nice to invite me, It seems he has a temporary replacement for me" he mewled with
A crunchy voice.
"you see, I have zero self control and my cat's too scared of me after he started walking funny". Why does he sounds so offended at his cats reaction Y/N thought. What is wrong with him.
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
He stepped down the stairs. It seems as though his his b0nes cr4kle every time he moves. Just like Author's wrists.
Y/Ns face was roughly grabed by his porky finfers.
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Donald trump X female y/n
Fanfiction--Reader warning. --This is cursed. Bleach for dessert is advised. Noncon for the most part, technically consented later on because of Stockholm syndrome. --It will start of normal-ish, it will then progress to degeneracy. It will get cursed. Dege...
