Let's check on Iman

Another cloud of pink smoke slowly dissipated, leaving Brie Larson alone and attached to the wall by a golden chain hanging from a matching collar around her neck. Deep down inside, the actress knew she should be terrified and furious, but a calming warmth emanating from the collar kept her docile and relaxed. She knew that she should be trying to escape, but that would disappoint her master. So the Captain Marvel star simply sank down onto her knees and awaited the return of her knew owner.

Meanwhile, Iman Vellani reappeared on the set of a movie. Zendaya was standing with the director, going over lines and notes. The genie closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and nodded her head. Suddenly, Zendaya was engulfed in a cloud of pink smoke. When the air cleared, the young waif was gone, in her place stood a very different woman. She retained her diminutive height, but that was about it. Her formerly lithe body was replaced by exaggerated curves in the form of DD breasts and a huge "ghetto booty."

Zendaya's skin was darker and her face now had more stereotypical African American features, highlighted by her swollen, cock sucking lips. Her long, wavy hair was replaced by a cheap set of extensions and her sweater and jeans combination was now a strapless, revealing leopard printed minidress. Zendaya still wanted to be an actress and musician, but now she wanted to make Cardi B look like a nun. She was ready, willing and able to fuck and suck her way to the top of both industries and truthfully, just for fun.

"Zendaya, you weren't on my Master's list. I just wanted to pay you a visit and put you in your place. I am the top young actress in the MCU, and you're just a cheap, ghetto whore."

"Damn girl. Why you be dissin me like that? I'm dat top ho, bitch."

"I agree. You are definitely a ho. And you're going to spend the rest of your life being the trashiest, sluttiest ho that the world has ever seen."

The final mental changes kicked in, and Zendaya walked off the set. She had no interest in this weak ass romantic comedy. She needed to get to LA and shake her ass for a rap video. But to do that, she needed some money. And she also wanted to get high. She spotted a shady looking guy peeking out of a nearby alley and figured out a way to do both.

Daya sauntered into the poorly lit alley and was met with the sight of an absolute mountain of a man. He stood close to seven feet tall and was layered with muscle. His almost jet black scalp had a faint sheen from a nearby street light. And his voice was deep and booming.

"What do you want?"

"Hey baby. I need to get fucked up, I need money, and I really need to just get fucked."

"Alright ho. What do you want?"

"Whatchu got?"

After a moment, Daya had decided on a quarter of some dank weed, a brick of choice dope, and another brick of pure cocaine.

"That's a lot of ****. It's gonna be a lot of money."

"I don't have a cent sweetie."

A look of fury crossed the pusher's face, "What the fuck is wrong with you bitch? You wanna hassle Diesel? You wanna waste my time? I'm gonna show you what happens what stupid hos fuck with Diesel's time and money."

Daya never faltered. She deftly moved a hand to the top of her dress and tugged at the fabric, revealing her massive, floppy chocolate tits.

"I've got other ways to pay."

Fifteen minutes later, Daya walked out of the alley with a purse full to bursting with narcotics and a way to make some quick money. She would have to work for Diesel for a few weeks to get enough money to get to LA, but once she got there, she was going to make it huge. Soon, no one would give a fuck about Cardi B or Megan Thee Stallion. Every man on the planet would want to fuck her hungry, black pussy soon, and she would do her best to let them.