Inara is completely trapped by Spider-Stud and his sexy soceresses, so she chooses malicious compliance

Inara realized there was no true choice any more. All avenues had been blocked for her. It was either fight the spell and perish or give in and survive as a twisted echo of her true self. **** or submission.

Her shoulders slumped as the wish burned into her mind. She broke and the pain stopped. Inara let out a slow, shuddering breath.

". . . here's hoping eternity as a sub will be fun. I can always make myself love humiliation, I suppose. Let's see what I'm working with."

She remembered the wording of the wish, felt it in her bones as she was stuck in her magical cage.

"I specifically wish that you - Inara the Ifrit, whom I now see before me - would transform herself into a genuinely good, kind, helpful and dim-witted bimbo genie who just wants to make everyone's life better, loves obeying every wish and command given to her in the spirit it was intended and will never hurt anyone unless so commanded!"

With gritted teeth and a pout of her full lips, she began to make some decisions.

"First off, you want a dim-witted bimbo? Congratulations, I'll become a huge-boobed cow so fucking stupid that I can barely string a sentence together, much less understand what you're asking me to do. Oh! And so incredibly fucking horny that I'll be constantly thinking about sex and only sex - just playing with my stupidly huge tits and drooling on them or fingering my dripping cunt, whenever you're not asking me to do something that isn't getting my holes stuffed. Oh! And I'll have zero focus and retention about anything you say to me that doesn't involve fucking or sucking! Just the memory and comprehension of a fucking goldfish on weed in addition to an IQ lower than my bra size. I'll be such an incredibly stupid, ridiculous bimbo that I'll ABSOLUTELY fuck up every single wish anyone makes. It won't MATTER if I'm genuinely good, if I'm that fucking stupid-"

Her thoughts paused mid rant and she contemplated the morality portion of this disgusting wish.

"Speaking of genuinely good and will never hurt anyone, how can I fuck that up? Ah! Of course! This pathetic new me won't hurt a fly and if the wish would make anyone even remotely sad, I won't do it - I'll just offer to fuck you silly instead. And, if anyone does try to **** the new me to do that, they'll water down the wish so hard, it'll be the most pathetic version of genie magic you'll ever see." she continued with a scoff.

"And 'makes everyone's life better?' Easy. I'll be such a sex-obsessed idiot that I'll consider making everyone into fuck machines 'better" since cumming will be my favorite thing in the world and one of the few things my dim little bimbo brain can understand. Genuinely good? Try genuinely good sex, you assholes."

Inara shuddered, the last of her strength being depleted as she felt the compulsion to grant her final wish as her true self nearly overwhelm her.

"One . . . last . . . thing-" she panted through gritted teeth. "No way in all the HELLS am I . . . letting this INSULT . . . wear MY face or tarnish MY name! You want me to . . . transform? I'll fucking make sure things transform, all right, you-"

The first image and name Inara came up with was all she had time to embrace. She had hoped for at least one last pithy insult or curse as herself but the **** of the wish and the magical trap overtook her before she could get it out. With a wordless scream of defiance and rage, Inara the Ifrit vanished and was replaced by her new self.

***
The four sorceresses were sweating with effort, their hair floating in the air. Rivulets of sweat dropped trickled down their bodies as they chanted in a chorus. The energies suddenly roared to life with an additional purple sparks added to the four existing colors. The Spectacular Spider-Stud, Peter Parker, had been simply standing there but was now trembling and floating off the ground from the **** of the spell. Santana, insanely, started to laugh.

A concerned Spider-Slut moved forward but Jackpot held her back.

"Gwen, no! You can't break the circle, we just have to trust that it's all going to-"

Abruptly, the energy all imploded into a burst of golden light, shooting off sparkles in every direction like a firework. Most of the women assembled dodged the sparks that flew like miniature comets, with Black Cat's enhanced nimbleness helping to pull her lovers out of the way and Illyana nimbly blocking one such spark with her Soulsword. Peter fell to the floor but landed gracefully, subsequently yanking Santana out of the way with his webbing. Unfortunately, one of the sparks hit Clea directly in the forehead as she floated above the ground in a lotus position with her eyes closed. The platinum blonde sorceress gasped, then let out a long, orgasmic moan, collapsing to the ground bonelessly.

"Clea!" a worried Black Cat yelled and gracefully flipped over to the royal sorceress. "Are you OK?"

"The- the spell- mmmm, AHH!- oh, hells, it WORKED but I - AAAH! - have been- OOHHHH!" Clea tried to get out between a string of orgasms that exploded like a string of firecrackers. "Affected by excess energy from the transfo-ooOOOH FUCK!"

Clea's formerly modest bust surged forward without warning. Her extremely modest and functional purple jumpsuit that covered her breasts abruptly ripped completely open as she grew tits the size of overripe watermelons with thick pink nipples. Unlike the breasts of the other women nearby, hers looked aggressively fake, a shocking contrast to her otherwise elegant, royal beauty. Two giant mounds of pale tit flesh the size and shape of overripe pumpkins jutted proudly from her chest without a hint of sag.

"Ngggh! AH! AHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Clea screamed as her tits quadrupled in size, back arching and whole body tensing up with the most powerful orgasm of her life, before she collapsed onto the ground, passed out from pure pleasure.

"Damn, that sounded like fun. Now I kinda wish I had been hit by one of those things." Black Cat said drolly with an arch of her eyebrow as she stared at the **** Clea's now absurdly buxom form.

"I don't. She's going to need a wheelbarrow to carry those things around." Illyana replied drolly. "Assuming those bolt-ons can even sag.They look huge AND fake. Never thought I'd see someone who made Mary Jane Watson look flat-"

As if on cue, the sparkles shooting off dimmed and the shimmering golden womanly hourglass shape in the middle of the summoning circle began to coalesce into something more tangible and visible than blinding brightness.

Itwas clearly no longer Inara. Gone was the seductive, intelligent brunette Arabic beauty with long, dark curls, clever purple bedroom eyes and a perpetual cruel smirk of her full lips.

What appeared in her place was a ridiculously proportioned blonde with her straight cornsilk hair up in long pigtails on either side of her head in bright pink scrunchies. She blinked a pair of big blue guileless eyes set in the middle of a cute, heart-shaped face as she stared out at the others, her overinflated neon pink lips fixed in a perfect "O" of surprise, both colors standing in stark contrast to the bronzed tan of her skin. And, speaking of overinflated, a pair of comically huge tits the size of beach balls jutted out from her frame, perfectly spherical and aggressively fake looking with huge pink nipples that were up and hard, completely uncovered. Each plug like nipple was pierced with shiny gold rings that had little golden bells on them. In fact, gold jewelry was all she wore - earrings that ended in little gold bells, a golden collar that ended in a ring with another bell in the hollow of her narrow throat, another piercing of her taut navel with a bell in it, and a "skirt" of a gold chain and golden gold coins that barely covered even a fraction of her huge, spankable ass and none of her muscular, shapely thighs. The "miniskirt" was really more of a tiny loincloth made of coins - just one slight twitch of her taut belly and absurdly tiny waist or wide hips would move the jingling coins and show off her drooling pink pussy to the world. The only exception to her golden metal clothing were a pair of pink, strappy open toed neon pink heels that looked tacky and cheap, showing off toenails painted the same garish neon pink color as her lips and scrunchies, although they were obscured somewhat by the pink mist emanating from a new shining golden lamp. The bimbo raised her hands to stare at her long slim fingers that ended in long bright pink nails, big blue eyes blinking uncomprehendingly, then stared down at her huge rack and giggled, a bit of drool slipping from the "O" of her lips as she raised up her hands and began to fondle her massive rack and moan. If she wasn't floating and counterbalanced by two inflated ass cheeks the size of holiday hams, it looked like she'd be about to fall over.

"Inara?" Peter asked cautiously as he stared at the being in front of him. Where once Inara had stood, an Arabian bombshell who radiated heat and seductive intelligence, there was now a tacky blonde who looked like a living blow-up doll whose eyes were utterly guileless. She looked up as Peter spoke, cooing in delight at the sight of a man.

"Ooh, like, hiiiii! Like, what's an in . . . are . . . uh?" she asked with a nasal, high-pitched and squeaky voice, spelling out the syllables very slowly as if speaking them gave her a headache, then giggled brainlessly. "Hee hee! That's a funny word! Does it mean you wanna fuck? I loooove to fuck! Did you, like, wanna be IN ME instead?"

"Ew. Downgrade, looks wise. Tacky AF." Mary Jane muttered to herself with distaste. "Like someone turned the bimbo dial up to 9000 on some modern day slutbomb and cheapo-ed out on the excessive plastic surgery."

Grabbed by Peter to stand at his side, Santana ignored her and shouted commands, breathless with excitement.

"Creature, name yourself. Tell us who and what you are!"

"Huh? Who, like, ME? Am I creature?" she squeaked stupidly, pointing at herself with a long pink nail.

"Yes, you. Answer the questions." Peter rumbled with a smirk under his mask.

"Ummm, what questions?" the bimbo genie giggled. "I forgot 'em!"

A collective groan arose from a wide variety of the women there.

"Jesus, I KNEW you shouldn't have added that dim-witted part, Stud." Gwen muttered darkly with a sigh.

"Huh? Ooh, you're, like, totally hot! Wanna fuck me?" the blonde said as she turned to stare at Gwen, drool dripping from her mouth onto her massive melons.

"Hey! Focus!" Peter grumbled, snapping his fingers.

"Fuck us? Fuck us both? Yeah, totally! That sounds sooooo hawt!" the bimbo replied licking her lips with a long pink tongue. Peter sighed and rubbed his temple.

"No, I said 'focus', not 'fuck us!' Well, maybe later. Anyways, pay attention and answer my questions. What is your name?" Peter asked the former Inara very slowly. "And what are you?"

"Ohhhh! Sorry, I'm SOOOOO stupid!" she responded, adding a breathless giggle to the end of each sentence. She bowed, making all of the bells and coins on her body jingle, making it clear any slight movement would result in a chorus of tinkling sounds.

"My name is May! Like, um, 'how MAY I serve you Master?' Tee hee!" she responded brightly, beaming and thrusting her chest out proudly at her totally brilliant joke. "And I'm totes like a nice bimbo genie who LOVES to fuck and suck and do, like, whatever you want! So long as it's NICE and makes EVERYONE totally happy!"

May finished speaking with a pout and the barest crease of her vapid, pretty facial features. She seemed incapable of seeming sad or angry, merely petulantly horny.

"Ew, that was, like, waaaay too much talking! My head hurts now! Did you wanna fuck me now? You can, like, totally, put it anywhere you want! Tee hee!"

"Your name is MAY." Peter Parker sighed and let out a weary chuckle at Inara's final fuck you. "Right. Of course it is."

"Be careful what you wish for, right?" he sighed with a shrug before cracking his knuckles and thinking about how best to proceed.