Genie Introduction...Continued

"I am known as Fidda," said the genie in her refined way. At that same time, Allen was wondering about the average appearance of the genie's chest (to his eyes, she had what he assessed as lower C-Cup breasts) when they started to expand to a larger size, with her attire adjusting at the same time; within the span of less than thirty seconds, she went from a lower C-Cup bosom to a full-on DD-Cup in what seemed and felt like an instant. "As a Genie of the Ring," she continued, seemingly not noticing the rapid change in bust size, "I have restrictions on just how powerful of wishes I grant my master, so it's more a policy to suggest similar wishes that assist with the problem and help with such issues further down the road." Allen watched as the same thing that happened with the genie's bosom happened with her hips and rear, he saw her ass expanded and waist slightly altered so that she could have that attractive hourglass figure that had been pushed onto the modern era until fairly recently. Once again, Fidda didn't seem to notice her own physical changes, or at least didn't do anything to acknowledge them.

"Well, I guess that's a bit better," said Allen, "what do you have to say about your figure changing a bit? I saw you go through a few physical changes in what seemed like the blink of an eye."

"As Jinn, we genies are creatures of smoke, wind, and fire," said Fidda in an amused tone that kept that refined Arabian accent she had always seemed to have, "we don't have defined forms, so adjust our appearance to our master's preferences, often without noticing until it's pointed out to us. Just be thankful you aren't dealing with an Ifrit; they have all these properties at a greater intensity than Jinn of my denomination."

"Okay," said Allen with a voice that said he was unsure how to proceed, "Do you have an ability that allows you to just exchange the information with each other?"

"Of course," said Fidda, "but such things are thought to be rather intrusive, so I wanted to wait on your stance on using such abilities. Do you wish to proceed with that approach?"

"Yes," said Allen, not realizing this was the gateway to what would turn into a series of mistakes that come with not watching your wording.

"So you have wished it, so it shall be," said Fidda with an air of authority that didn't feel overwhelming, and tapped her fingers to Allen's temple. He suddenly knew how an internet router feels when it has multiple devices streaming data to and from said devices as information in his head was copied and sent to Fidda's mind as copies of a deluge of information from her mind flooded into his, most of it from centuries ago. What felt like hours later, the data stream stopped, and Allen collapsed from the mental exhaustion of having what felt like all his memories and knowledge being duplicated and transferred to another person.