Slaving Miss Banks, part 3

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, and they lit up when they fell upon him, Sasha smiling at Nick in a way he had never seen in person. Not the disdainful sneer of yesterday afternoon or the blank stoicism of last night, but a smile of genuine affection.

Just as he wanted her to.

"Hey there, handsome." Sasha's smile grew brighter, sunnier, her eyes smiling that same smile. She laughed and giggled in a flirtatious manner, as if Nick were an old flame she had just found for the first time in years.

And god damn, after all the things he had made her say last night, why did a simple "Hey there, handsome" turn him on so much?

Because it was Sasha's voice. Her expressions. Herself. Not a soulless puppet Nick was playing with. This was the real thing.

Or, as close to the real thing as he would ever get.

Sasha sauntered across the room, swinging her hips in exaggerated fashion, eyes only for Nick. "I was wondering when we were going to see each other again." She said when they were close enough to touch. Nick was stunned into paralysis, overwhelmed by the weight of his powers. Sasha had no such restriction, placing a hand on his chest and then running it down his arm. She ended up holding his hand in hers. "I had a lot of fun last night."

"N-no you didn't..." Nick finally spoke, mumbling the words despite himself. "That was... me. I made you do all that."

"Mhm. You did. Just like you're making me do this." Sasha squeezed his hand, affectionately, rubbing her thumb across the back of it. "And this." She pulled him close, chest to chest, her other hand rubbing the small of his back. "And this..." She kissed him on the cheek, softly. Then nipped him on the neck, just a touch harder.

Nick let out a shuddering sigh, his body already aching, feeling Sasha again. Her warmth, her scent, her voice... With a memory and mind of it's own, he could feel the need surging in his crotch, remembering her mouth and pussy, too. But...

"This is all wrong... it's... I'm just acting out on the worst, most toxic part of myself. I mean, what am I going to do with all of this? Just bury myself away from the real world while I act out my fantasies? Real healthy Nick..." Sasha just looked at Nick with sympathetic eyes, but clearly unsure how to answer. And of course she didn't know how to answer. She was acting according to how Nick wanted her to act and he sure as hell didn't know what to do in this scenario. Why was even saying these things? Sasha, or any of the girls he called, didn't have free will. She wasn't mindless but she was still his puppet.

"Well... if you do want someone with free will to ask, you can always give it back to me." Sasha stated, almost as if she could read Nick's mind. Maybe his subconscious angst was leaking into her. "You know, give me my mind back but keep my paralyzed. You have complete power over me, after all."

Nick considered that for a moment, scenario playing out in his mind. Sasha's response playing out in his mind. Tearful begging like "Please, I'll do anything you want" in an anguished, terrified tone. Or hateful, angry venom spewing from sneering lip like "You can do whatever you want with me, but you know deep down inside I'll never love you, you fucking piece of shit."

Phantom voices echoed in his head, Nick visibly cringing at the words, his stomach twisting in humiliation and shame. "No. I don't want that." He said, quietly.

"What do you want, then?" Sasha's tone was gentle, pleading. She wanted to help Nick in his self-created crisis.

"I... I want to be okay with what I've done." Nick had made the wishes and had spent the entire day playing with them, calling various wrestlers in and out for mundane tasks or silly nonsense, but now it was beginning to hit him as to the world he had created for himself. Especially jarring was the revelation that, after ploughing Sasha all night, he hadn't even touched any of the others girls this morning. "I don't want to be hung up on what happened yesterday. I don't want revenger or justice or to humiliate you or anyone else that did me wrong, I just want -"

"To be happy." Sasha stopped him with words and then a kiss. Soft, slow, sensual. The kind of kiss shared by two lovers that had confidently settled into roles in their relationships, that had created stability and routine without losing the passion. Nick had fleeting memories of kissing like this once or twice, a girlfriend long gone by now. But this felt... even better. Some sort of spark, an intangible **** humming between him and Sasha, him and his summoned puppet. Whether it be his power, his own delirious imagination, or something else, well...

"You want to be happy and content with yourself." Nick and Sasha slowly swayed in time with imaginary music. She still held his hand and the small of his back. He held her by the hips. "You feel shame over how this started. Guilt over what you're doing. Frustrated that you're just enabling a bad part of yourself."

Feeling a thick knot of emotion, Nick struggled to swallow, but he nodded in agreement.

"But, here's the thing, your wishes... no one will ever know what you've done but yourself." Again, Nick was unsure how Sasha had all this knowledge, other than his subconscious feeding it into her. But, now, it felt good to have someone else walk him through his feelings. "To me and all the other girls and everyone else in your life and our lives, this will all be completely normal."

Then, Sasha's smile turned from kind to wicked. "After all, who cares if you're toxic and immature and retreat into juvenile fantasy? You have the power! You decide what is right. What is real. What's normal." Batting her eyes, her voice dropped into a low whisper. "No one can stop you...."

It felt strange, to have his fears and worries confirmed but in a...positive manner? To have his own thoughts verbalized back to him in way that made him seem like the good guy. It was unhealthy, delusional, destructive... but, it was being said by a pretty woman, and that made all the difference. Instead of feeling gross and conflicted, Nick felt assured. Yeah, no one can stop him.

"Alright then..." His voice was still quavering, still a little emotional, but now Nick was looking at Sasha the way he was suppose to. As a lover. As an idol. As his.

"First thing's first, you're going to announce your retirement from wrestling, babe." Nick ordered. "You'll be living her, full-time, as my girlfriend and live-in fuckslut."

Without the burn of **** and hormones, it felt a little strange to use such harsh language, but Sasha seemed to like it, squirming in Nick's grip and purring contently. "That sounds like heaven, baby." She kissed him on the cheek. "Are we bringing any other women into this relationship?"

"Oh yes. I'll definitely have a parade of the most beautiful women in the world coming and out of my life. You'll have to get use to sharing your man with others."

"I have no problem with that." Sasha said with a shrug, before asking, "And what will you be doing?"

Nick blew a raspberry. "'Doing'?' I'll sit around, playing video games and watching anime, cartoons and wrestling while being waited on, hand-and-foot by dozens of beautiful women - that's what I'll be doing." It sounds so bad when he said it aloud, but so, so good too...

Sasha, as always, was quick to agree with his worst impulses. "I can't wait to see all the others fawning over you, Nick. You'll look good with a harem of wrestle-sluts showering you with the love you deserve."

"And you'll get turned on when I use my powers on them."

"Oh, yes!" Sasha cheered, shimmying her lithe body against Nick's chest. "I can't wait to see you play with the bodies and minds of my friends, co-workers, and peers! You and your powers as so hot, Nick!"

An idea came to Nick's mind, as he felt Sasha grind against him. "I'm glad you like it, because..."

A bolt of lightning ripped through Sasha Banks, as she felt the powers of her new man, of her lord and master, strike her. In an instant, her breasts expanded out in massive Double-Ds, ripping her bra and stretching her top, while her bottom bloomed in a similar manner, hips widening, butt plumping, and thighs thickening. Sasha moaned loud enough to rattle the windows in their fixtures, body buckling from the **** pleasure and all the added weight to her slender frame.

Nick let her fell, letting his new busty, thicc fuckslut fall to her knees before him.

"Mmm, yeah, I feel so fucking yummy..." Sasha raised herself into a squatting position, hips and ass jutting outward, while her hands traced the outline of her new tits. "Good thing I don't have to wrestle anymore, 'cause this body is built for one thing and one thing only..." Looking up at Nick, Sasha licked her lips in anticipation and need.

And so began the first chapter in Nick Bird's new life...

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!