then sex

“I wish I was strong, with big muscles.” she declared. Nicki's body began to change once more as she made her wish. Her muscles started to bulge, her biceps and triceps swelling under her skin like rising dough. Her abs hardened into a washboard, each muscle defined and prominent. Her thighs thickened, becoming pillars of strength that could easily crush a man's skull. Her clothes strained against her expanding form, the fabric tearing at the seams until it could no longer contain her. She was **** to put on bikini that barely covered her massive breasts and signature ass, the fabric stretched thin over her muscular form. She admired herself in the mirror, flexing her muscles and watching as they rippled under her skin. The sight of her own strength made her feel powerful, invincible even.

Nicki then turned her attention to settling old scores. “I wish my husband and kids were on vacation” she said, picturing them enjoying themselves on a tropical island. Another flash of light confirmed her wish had been granted. Next, she focused on Cardi B, her arch nemesis. “I wish Cardi B was here with me… alone… in an isolated cell” she commanded. The room around them shifted and morphed until they were both standing in a cold, dank cell. Cardi looked around in confusion before her eyes landed on Nicki's transformed body. “What the fuck?!” she exclaimed. Nicki grinned wickedly at Cardi's shock. “Surprised to see me?” she taunted before launching herself at the other woman. She grabbed Cardi by the hair and slammed her head against the cold stone wall of the cell.

Cardi cried out in pain, but Nicki didn't let up. She punched Cardi in the face, her fist connecting with a sickening crunch. Cardi's head snapped back, blood spattering from her broken nose. Nicki then grabbed Cardi's arm and twisted it violently. There was a loud snap as Cardi's arm broke. The rapper screamed in agony, but Nicki just laughed. “Oh, does that hurt?” she asked mockingly. Good. She continued to pummel Cardi, each punch landing with brutal ****. Blood splattered against the cell walls, painting a gruesome picture of Nicki's ****. Finally, Nicki stepped back, leaving Cardi crumpled on the floor of the cell. She admired her handiwork for a moment before turning to leave. “Remember this moment.” she said over her shoulder. “You don't mess with Nicki Minaj.”