Slaving Miss Banks, part 3 (rewritten and revised)

After his dinner, Nick ended up staying up late by himself. He knew he wouldn't have been able to sleep even if he wanted to. He knew his next step, even if some part of him was hesitating.

Distracting himself, Nick buried himself in fetish porn relating to his new powers - mind control and breast expansion and the like. To give him ideas, he told himself. Research. But again, it was all just a distraction.

He really didn't drink all that much on his own, honestly, and with how much he drank the night prior, Nick would usually stay away from more **** so soon, but he felt like he needed something to calm his nerves. To give him clarity. He nursed the beer over the course of nearly an hour, but he did feel a bit better.

Steadying himself, Nick Bird called upon his newfound powers - always just at the corner of his mind, always available - and called her back.

Sasha Banks appeared, radiant and gorgeous as ever. Nick's heart skipped a beat, and he could immediately feel his dick stir in his pants. God, maybe he really was super pathetic. He had spent all night making love with this woman and yet the very sight of her still sent him into fits like he was a lovestruck teenager all over again.

Her eyes were free from the cloudy, purplish haze which signaled his control before, but otherwise Sasha looked lost and confused. A touch of fear flashed in her eyes, looking at unfamiliar surroundings.

"Okay... what in the world..." She muttered to herself. "Where am I...?"

Then her eyes fell upon Nick. Instantly, they narrowed and turned hard. Disdain and disgust filled them, her lips turning into a cruel sneer. Before, this expression shattered Nick. Now, it filled him with resolve. Time for some payback...

"Oh, it's you..." Suddenly, Sasha's fear and confusion evaporated, taking a much more flippant tone. "Mr. Stalefish himself... Look, I don't know what you did or how I got here, but - and don't try and pop a boner, loser - playtime is over. Take me home and stay out of my life for good and maybe I won't sue your life into an even bigger shithole than it already is."

Nick gave her a smirk, crossing his arms and standing defiant. "No, Miss Banks, I'm not doing that. I'm not doing anything you'll tell me, actually. You'll be doing what I say, as a matter of fact." Nick pointed to the ground. "On your knees. Please."

Sasha scoffed, turning into a mocking laugh. "Um... are you as dumb as you are gross, I'm not gonna... gonna... what the-"

To Sasha's shock and bewilderment, she found herself falling to her knees, her body moving without her thought or consent. "Shit, shit, shit!" Wide-eyed and panicking, Sasha struggled against the control you had over her. "Why? Why can't I move?"

Nick's smirk grew deeper. He pointed at Sasha and said, "Remember."

Hers eyes grew wider, horror overtaking her visage, as her mind was flooded by everything that had happened the night prior.

"You bastard!" She screamed. "You gross, disgusting **** piece of shit!" Her body was trembling with rage and fear and disgust, but it still would not move, no matter how much she tried.

"You should stop trying, you'll only hurt yourself." Nick said, disinterested. He took a seat, Ozzy hopping into his lap. completing his transformation into a full-blown supervillain. "You were in the other room at the time, but I made my other wishes on the genie's lamp. I can control your mind and body with a simple thought. And any changes I make, no one will notice them. Wherever the hell you were before I called you here, no one will even care that you've vanished into thin air."

Anger slowly abated, replaced by abject fear, the direness of the situation dawning on Sasha. She began to panic, hyperventilating, chest rising and compressing in rapid fashion. That gave Nick an idea, as he waved his hands and reached out with his powers.

Discomfort spread along Sasha's chest, more so than her rapid exhalation. A heavy weight began to grow across her chest, dragging her down. "Oh... oh no...! Oh no!"

To Sasha's growing horror, her breasts were expanding at a rapid rate! Her normally pert and slender bust had soon become gigantic, fat, DD-cup tits. And it didn't stop there, as soon her waist narrowed, her hips expanded, and her thighs thickened. Her body had been warped and perverted in an instant; she looked like a total bimbo now! It was enough to move her to tears.

Nick quickly shooed Ozzy away and whipped out his cock, pumping it in satisfaction over the sight of Sasha - with her new sexy, thicc body - weeping in despair. He felt light headed. He felt glorious. He felt invincible! The woman who had humiliated and insulted him was now just a crying, sniveling bitch on her knees before him! A part of him knew that this was wrong, that he was just living out a juvenile fantasy and embracing the most toxic parts of him, but he didn't fucking care! He had everything he wanted and would face no consequences for it!

Rising to his feet, Nick moved to Sasha, looming over her. She was crying uncontrollably, smeared make-up running down her face, trying in vain to hide her new assets. That wouldn't do.

"Hands at your side, Sasha." Nick ordered, hand still stroking his cock. "Look at me. And smile. Show me how pretty you can be."

Immediately, Sasha's body obeyed, arms snapping to her side, head craning up word, a ****, toothsome smile painted on her face. Behind it all, watery eyes trembled in terror.

But Nick wasn't looking at her eyes. He was looking at that big, fake smile. At her tits, her ass. He was looking beyond her and looking at everything he could do to her. Looking at all the other women he had at his fingertips.

Nick came, splattering white seed all over Sasha's pretty mocha skin. She whimpered, weak and powerless.

"Ah, that felt great, babe..." Nick sighed with the effort of release, taking his half-flaccid cock and slapping Sasha with it. She flinched, but could not turn away. All she could so was smile, even as the slimy, hot semen ran down her cheeks and nose and eyes. Nick grinned viciously. "Welcome to your new life, Sasha. Now... say 'Thank you for my new life, master'..."

Through clenched teeth and fake smile, in a small, terrified voice, Sasha tensed out, "T-thank you... thank you for my new life... master..."

Looking back on it, I wasn't super happy with how this chapter turned out. I took some feedback and changed the direction of it and the story. The old chapter will be kept up for posterities sake, but the story will continue from this post now.

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!