For a perfect figure

"I want the perfect body!" Barbara declared firmly as she opened her eyes. Her gaze shifted from the ripe and round figure of Nehme to a dusty mirror reflecting her plain and thin frame back at her. Her body image and esteem had been something she'd wrestled with for years, but now, she no longer had to settle for just being middling or plain.

She saw the light in Nehme's eyes glow as the genie floated around her. "The perfect body hmmm~ that's certainly within my power. Hehehe, I think you're going to go fall in love when you see the new you." Nehme winked as she pursed her lips and blew out a thick, saccharine-scented cloud of purple smoke over Barbara.

Barbara felt her body grow warm and tingle as she breathed in the magical smoke. Each new breath left her quivering and biting back moans as the heat within grew more and more pleasurable. Every second was perfect and felt incredibly luxurious. I think... I think i might just get addicted to this! Barbara thought as she felt her body grow so pleasingly hot that the heat pulsed out from her with every deepening, moaning breath she took. By the time she'd inhaled all of Nehme's magic, Barbara was a quivering, whimpering mess who could barely focus on the mirror in front of her.

"Your wish has been satisfied." Nehme purred. "You now have the most perfect body in the world. It is yours to enjoy and indulge in." The genie caressed Barbara's chin and drew her attention to the mirror as the final moments of fading bliss melted away.

Barbara stared at her reflection. Her hips were an inch or so wider, her hair was more lustrous, there was a pinch of paunch on her belly, and she had the slight beginnings of an hourglass figure. Sure, she'd thickened up, and she had more than she did before, but it was hardly what she had fantasised about throughout the years. "Nehme, not to offer a professional criticism of a magical, wish-granting immortal."

"But?" Nehme proffered as she waited for Barbara to finish her thought.

"But, I was well... well expecting more!" Barbara answered. "I mean, I've been wishing I was curvier my whole life, and I was kinda expecting my humble B cups to become Ds at the very least."

Nehme giggled. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Mistress Barbara." The genie answered. "So, if you wish for your body to truly be perfect, you must find the love and lust in others, and you'll become your truest, most perfect self."

"Aaahhh... there it is," Barbara sighed to herself. "The classic trope of the Genie twists and reimagines your wishes."

"I wouldn't be one if I didn't." Nehme giggled. "The good news is there are several hot-blooded men and women you can enjoy in you and your magical body."