Give Out New Abilities

It was around 10 PM when Nick sent Sasha away to edge herself into oblivion. Wallowing in his own smug self-satisfaction, he fixed himself a drink and pondered on what was next.

Never one to drink too much beforehand, ever since that fateful night with Sasha and the genie, Nick had been indulging himself more and more. After all, he no longer had to work for a living, had fewer social responsibilities, plus he was pulling in lots of cash with his OnlyFans scheme, meaning he could afford the good stuff, and plenty of it. Nick also found that he also did his best (perverted) thinking when he had a bit of a buzz going.

A third of a bottle of gin into it, Nick was starting to feel pretty good, his body feeling warm and flushed and his mind bouncing between various pervy possibilities. Part of him wanted to peep on Sasha as she shoved dildos into her gaping holes, **** for release, only to have her mind filled with images of submission. His cock grew stiff and engorged at the thought of further exploring his new dickgirl fetish, summoning as many wrestlers as possible, give them huge, turgid cocks, and reveling in those beautiful forms. Or, hell, watching as they engaged in one gigantic futa orgy.

But, no. Tempting as all that was, Nick wasn't so far gone yet as to entirely give in to his baser instincts. He wanted to test the limits of his powers some more first. Giving Sasha that cock had proven he could do more than just morph what a woman already had. He could transform them further than that, give them appendages they would never have naturally, or transform their bodies in inhuman ways. That was... a lot, to say the least. Nick's mind quickly spiraled out of control as he imagined the various scenarios this power could create.

He could turn them into aliens or fantasies creatures, and not even necessarily humanoid ones, like orcs or elves. He could turn a female wrestler into a mermaid or a centaur. He could cause them to grow extra arms or heads or breasts, give them wings or tails or scales. Hell, this meant he could probably turn them into an animal or an inanimate object. Technically, if wanted to, this meant Nick would never have to buy anything ever again. Whenever he needed a new car or PC or game console, he could just turn one of his girls into one, even if it was only temporary. And then he could do stuff like make them feel pleasure when he used them as an object...

Nick's had began to spin. That was... maybe too much for right now. Maybe later in the night, after a few more drinks to steel his courage and really crank his horniness up. For now, though, Nick was more curious about what other mental changes he could instill on his various victims. He could control them entirely, change their personalities, make them loving and worshipful and the like, but what else could he do? Namely, could he instill mental, intangible abilities and talents into their bodies?

And to answer that, Nick conjured up the perfect test subject.

Though she was in her forties, Asuka still looked incredibly youthful and charming, intensely alluring and sexy, possessed of those wonderful Asian genetics that were seemingly the fountain of youth. She was also a genuine ass-kicker and kinda scary, despite her diminutive stature and slight frame. Actually, looking at her, Nick was sure he breasts were larger than they should have been; perky, jiggly C-cups that looked out of place on her body. Oops. Nick had probably sent her back without returning her body to normal the last time he summoned her. Oh well. Not like anyone would have noticed anyways.

"Hello, Asuka-chan." Nick greeted the nude Japanese woman, clad only in six-inch stilettos. He had compelled her to dress as such, and bring her sexiest, sluttiest heels.

"Konbanwa, Mastah." Asuka answered in Japanese, her voice and posture perfectly staid and docile. She drew out the syllables of "Master", the Engrish word pronounced in her thick Kansai-ben accent, making it extra alluring and erotic to Nick's ears.

With a smile, Nick casually groped one of her enlarged tits, running a thumb over the flat, sunken nipple. "Could you please tell me about your day, Asuka-chan?"

"Hai, Mastah." Asuka said, ignorant of the man playing with her body, before launching into a long speech of rapid-fire, accented Japanese. Nick, a longtime anime watcher, might have understood one word in twenty if not for her thick, Osakan dialect and the speed of her speech. But that wasn't important.

"Okay, okay..." Nick said after Asuka finished, dutifully retelling her whole day and then looking at Nick for further instruction. "Now, then..." Nick pushed into Asuka's mind, his magical powers rippling forth and making their changes. "Tell me what you think of me, Asuka-chan?"

"Yes, Master." Asuka replied in perfect English, clear and without even a hint of accent. "I love you very, very much. I think you are handsome and smart and powerful, and I love to whore myself out online, selling my body to support you financially. I constantly touch myself when not with you, because I love having sexy with young me like you."

While Nick did listen to Asuka's words (which were incredibly and turned him on a great deal), but he was far more engrossed by the fact that, because of him, she spoke perfect, fluent English. While maybe not the most useful thing in the world, it was still an incredible feat Nick did with the barest of efforts. Hell, Asuka herself didn't even react to her new linguistic talent whatsoever.

"Well, that's great, Asuka-chan," Nick said, after a moment of marveling over his handiwork. He pulled her in for a kiss, hands running over her thicc, slightly chubby midsection. Even with her six-inch heels, she was still a head shorter than him. "Now, I want to ask you something, You said that I am very powerful. What do you think about my power? When I change your body and make you dress up in naughty outfits?"

Asuka grimaced, pulling away from Nick. As she did, he could not help but notice her wobbling ungainly on those ridiculous heels. "I love my new big breasts, Master. They look and feel so sexy, and I love when you play with them, or make the other girls play with them." To emphasize her point, Asuka took a hold of her own inflated tits and bounced them up and down in the palms of her hands. "But they make wrestling very difficult and hurt my back quite a lot. Also..." her eyes then cast downward to her feet. "I know you find women in high heels to be sexy, but I was never good at walking in heeled footwear, even very short ones. I struggle to maintain my balance in slutty stilettos like these."

Nick looked confused for a moment. "I don't understand. If you struggle with heels, why do you own a pair like those?" In turn, Asuka looked confused at the question.

"I don't. When you summoned me, you wanted to be naked and in heels, so this is how I appeared."

Now that came as a surprise to Nick. His wishes dictated he had control over the minds and bodies of female wrestlers, not their clothes. Summoning Asuka in her sparkly, strapping stilettos shouldn't have been possible. But...

"Asuka, tell me that clothes are a part of a woman's body. Tell me it's the truth." Nick said, dead serious. He didn't even bother teasing Asuka with the honorific.

Complying without question, the Empress of Tomorrow repeated, "Clothes are a part of a woman's body. That is the truth. The truth is that my clothes are a part of my body."

Letting that be his mantra, repeating it over and over in his head, Nick reached out with his powers again, focusing on Asuka in different heels. To his great surprise, Asuka's open-toes stilettos turned into a pair of glossy red fuck-me pumps in an instant. Holy shit. Nick's eyes widened in glee, smiling like a loon, as he did it again. They transformed back into stilettos, this time with a strappy, gladiator sandal look, leather bands encasing the entirety of her calves. And then again they became a pair of glittery platform heels, even taller and more towering than before, fit only for the main stage at a strip club.

Asuka wobbled about as her shoes changed rapidly, but otherwise did not react to Nick and his powers.

Feeling flushed and feverish, Nick dumbly stared at his hand, as if that held the answers to this revelation. He had no idea how this really worked, other than he must really believe that clothes are an extension of a woman's body, but it worked and it was amazing. This would save him and his girls quite a bit of money on clothing, that's for sure. Instant outfit switches on demand. He could old his own private fashion shows or cosplay displays.

"Well... that is a very, very pleasant surprise." Nick surmised, after a victory drink, and then turned his attention back to Asuka, the Japanese woman dutifully waiting without a care in the world, perfectly submissive and attentive. Just how Nick liked his women. "Let's fix your balance issue, okay, Asuka-chan."

Without much to go in the finer detail of his power, Nick simply focused on what he wanted to give Asuka. Namely, the abilities of a world-class dancer and acrobat, with supernatural balance and agility, regardless of the size of her tits or the height of her heels. In fact, her abilities would increase the bigger and higher they got. He felt those far-off corners of his mind focus and then spike, lancing towards Asuka to infect her mind and body with his desires, but there was no external reaction to prove it had worked.

Which meant a demonstration was in order.

"Run across the room, Asuka-chan. As fast as you can."

Asuka looked skeptical at such an order, eyes darting between her man and her shoes, but she complied wordlessly. Crouching down slightly, Asuka suddenly sped off across the living room in a shocking burst of speed, gently touching off from the hardwood floors with light, graceful steps. Swift and silent, it was as if she was perfectly barefoot. Bursting out in joyous laughter, Asuka jogged circles around the room, taking long, loping strides as she did, never once wobbling or faulting even the slightest.

"Wonderful, wonderful... Now, do some cartwheels."

This time, Asuka showed no hesitancy, spreading her arms and legs out wide and tumbling around in perfect, continuous wheels. Nick watched her dazzling smile and shining eyes, her jiggly breasts and glistening pussy, continuing to bark out orders for his newest object of amusement.

"Do a standing front-flip! A back handspring! Dance like a ballerina!"

Asuka did everything with style, grace, ease, and casual mastery, dancing and tumbling about like she was born to do it. Nick gave her more and more complicated routines to enact, adding even more challenge as he modified her heels and body, the former growing higher and narrower, while the later ballooned into voluptuous parody. At one point, Asuka had such gigantic breasts it would be Hitomi Tanaka to shame, yet such weight hardly caused her to blink.

By the end of the impromptu acrobatic display, Asuka was panting and sweating, but beaming with pride and sheer happiness, radiating a sense of accomplishment, even as she kneeled before the man who had done this to her. Controlled her, played with her, modified her for his own sick pleasure and enjoyment.

"Thank you so very much, Master!" Asuka bowed to Nick, forehead touching the floor. Such a pose held massive significance in Japanese culture. "Thank you for giving an unworthy slut like me such amazing abilities. You're far too kind, Master."

"I am, aren't I?" Nick said, grinning smugly, lording over Asuka. "I'm so kind and generous and amazing, aren't I?"

"Oh, indeed! The most wonderful man around. I am so happy to be your plaything and fuck-buddy, sir." Asuka cooed and tittered some more.

"Well, it sure is nice to have one of you sluts recognize how great I am." At this point, Nick was more drunk on his own hype than booze, but it definitely wasn't hurting his arrogant attitude. "Sasha's such an ungrateful bitch, nagging me all the time. But having you here, praising me... I think you deserve a reward, Asuka-chan."

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Asuka stood up as bid, but quickly almost toppled over, and this time not from her sexy, impractical shoes. No, instead, Nick's power hit her like a tidal wave, the full **** of it surging into her heedlessly. Nick wanted her to feel it this time, to feel the changes he was making, and to feel good from it. To know that this was right, for him to have complete ownership of her body, able to transform her in anyway he he saw fit. That she was like a doll or a toy for him to play with.

Thighs clenching inward, hips bucking outwards, a long, lusty moan escaped Asuka's lips, as the older Japanese woman began to rub her increasingly hot cunt. Her other hand went in the other direction, a finger running around her lips, as they plumped and fattened up into a perfect set of oriental dick-sucking lips. The normally slight Asuka - standing a shade above five-foot-two - suddenly stretched out and expanded, torso and legs lengthening, growing taller and taller, ending at a statuesque five-foot-ten. At the same time, her magenta dyed hair grew, too, growing from a short, sporty bob to a long waterfall, stretching all the way down to her butt.

Speaking of Asuka's ass. And hips. And thighs. And tits. They all began to grow and expand, too, rapidly inflating before Nick's eyes. Her figure not normally one to brag about - athletic, trim, very nice, but standard - soon turned into a over-sexed parody of a pin-up model, with Asuka sporting bountiful breasts the size of watermelons, daring and swooping curves along her waist, wide hips and a gigantic ass, and a plump, heavy thighs.

"OH FU-Fuuu.... AH! MASTER!" Asuka finally came, overwhelmed by the sheer orgasmic power ripping through her. She collapsed, a mewling, giggling mess, idly playing with her new body, Nick breathing out heavily as he watched the entire scene. Fuck, he thought he had hit the jackpot with Sasha's new proportions. Asuka's bimbofied sexed-up figure put her to shame. She didn't even look like the same woman anymore. She no longer looked like she belonged in a wrestling ring, but instead a pin-up poster. Asuka looked like someone had photoshopped her face onto the body of a busty, curvy porn star.

In Nick's warped mind, she looked absolutely perfect.

"And that's not all." Nick croaked out, throat parched, cock all too aching for attention. He tried to ignore it as he reached out with his power again, something more far-reaching and radical. "Back at home, I have changed all your shoes into slutty fuck-me heels. Tomorrow, you'll record a video for your OnlyFans showing off your collection and telling everyone how much of a massive shoe-slut you are."

Asuka moaned in response, writhing on the floor. "Until then, can we have some fun, sir? You gave me this body for a reason... I'm so horny, stud..."

Checking the time, Nick saw there was still plenty of it left for his twisted, sick version of fun. Playing with his dolls.

"Go make me another drink, whore." He ordered with a grunt, sitting down in his couch. "Then I'll think about. This... no, your life from now on is about my pleasure, not yours. You and all the other wrestle-sluts I have under my thumb..."

As Asuka scampered to her feet to best serve her man, Nick leaned back, a brief pang of guilt echoing in his heart. It hardly registered, though, dieing out as Nick watched his sexy Japanese **** prepare another drink for him, smiling at every derogatory, misogynistic comment her uttered.

Chuckling to himself, he said, "Man... I am such a fucking bastard, right now. But, hey, I think being a bastard is going to work out for me."

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As I mentioned, this was a spur of the moment sort of story, all done for fun and for my entertainment. If you guys like it, too, that's great! I do have other chapters planned but, please, if you have any suggestions for what fun Nick can have with all of the beautiful wrestlers at his disposal, please drop a comment or suggestion at your leisure. All ideas are appreciated!