First, she doesn't think about it for a while

Emma continued to stroke her genie's hair gently in the frozen world. "Couldn't I just keep time frozen to extend that, though?" she asked. Not feeling especially sexual in the moment, she'd deleted her twin cocks. "And how did you measure how fast the lamp was filling, anyway?"

"Whatever, whoever, is messing with me won't let you, Mistress," Claire said. "I think they want to meet you and the quickest way they have of doing it is to fill the lamp. So they'll stymie any significant effort on your part to delay that. No freezing everything but Earth, for instance, or if you do, they'll just funnel more sexual energy toward the lamp. As for how I knew the rate of fill, well, even now you're still feeling a bit aroused. So the lamp was filling from you, and I could compare the relative rates of fill to know what it'll be once the whole universe is fueling it again." She paused for a moment. "Can I return to the lamp, Mistress?"

"Sure," Emma said, and Claire smiled, gratefully dissolving her lower body into smoke, erasing her nipples, and going back to hover out of its spout. "But why?"

"I'm a sex genie. Our most natural state of being is in a state of abject servitude to a Master or Mistress. Therefore, the more my physical form reminds me of that, the healthier it is for me."

"And for that matter, just a few hours ago I was ready to try to sue the pants off of you. Metaphorically," she added at Claire's incipient giggle. "Why do I suddenly care so much about your well-being? Not that it feels wrong or anything, just a bit weird when I reflect on it."

"Oh, that's the empathic link between Mistress and genie. It's why I'm so contrite about everything I did to you and Edward--you need to at least give me a good hard spanking at some point soon--since becoming one. Neither of us can abide seeing the other in pain, because we're meant to give each other mutual pleasure."

"Kinda wish it had asked before it fucked with my mind like that. Or with yours, for that matter."

Claire shrugged. "I'm much happier now. You would be too, if you'd found the lamp first. And besides, you've already made wishes that let you get away with fucking and fucking with anyone else, so you've hardly got a leg to stand on there."

Emma crossed her arms under her ample bust, pouted, and let out a peeved "Hmph."

"All right, princess, what d'you want to do next? Two days, use them wisely."

"OK, first, general teleportation, manipulation of anything that uses electricity, and a storage space in my cleavage," Emma wished, letting herself have two orgasms.

With those granted, she whisked her phone into her hand and started composing a message to the small group chat with her and Edward's friends.

"hey all. got some big news. meet up our place this evening? or tmrw if thats better"

She added a few hug and kiss emojis and hit send. Of course, with time frozen, the networks weren't functioning, but it would be transmitted the moment she restarted the universe.

Which she could feel would have to be pretty soon, from how her power to control time had evidently been changed by whoever had just put Claire through the mental ringer.

She made a note to punch that asshole in the face if they ever met.

So with an unnecessary twirl of her finger, she let time resume its ordinary flow.

"Clock's ticking, Mistress," Claire said. Emma picked up the lamp with her telekinesis and held it so that Claire was at eye level with her.

"Well, if I'm going to be gone in two days, might as well go all-out with it, I figure."

Which she promptly did, drawing on her own experience with various kinds of online smut to sculpt an absurdly sexual body, twelve feet tall, torso-dominating breasts, ass larger than the loveseat she'd just been sitting on, shredded muscles to make any bodybuilder's look atrophied in comparison, and a cock that when hard was bigger than the rest of her put together--and which she of course did not allow to go soft.

Claire threw in a few suggestions of her own, of course, which was how Emma ended up with six breasts instead of two, eight arms, three heads, a lower, incredibly broad centaur-like torso with an extra pair of legs at the back, boobs dangling down from it, and a second cock running from her new rear cunt to jut all the way out so that both tips were level, and behind that an amazingly long lamia-like tail the end of which wouldn't even start moving from the yard until she was a good ten blocks away. Of course, the fat ass she'd given herself was more or less gone as a result, but she still had the thickest thighs the world had ever seen.

"What's the use of having a tail like this if I can just walk normally?" Emma asked, the genie magic meaning she didn't have any difficulty whatever adjusting to her new proportions. The magic even made the surrounding structures jump out of the way as her twin cocks swung around.

"Do you really need a reason beyond 'it's hot as fuck', Mistress?"

With her tail still coiled up, Emma was able to easily use the tip to start fucking her rear pussy. "I guess not," she admitted.

Emma was so broad and tall that Claire even in human form could've easily nestled between her breasts, and Emma rested the lamp there so that the genie could float up between her cleavage and again be roughly at eye level with her Mistress. "So really, where were you thinking of going?"

"Well, I was thinking of relaxing in the pool for a while, but, well, that's kinda ruined now, unless I wish to clean it up, I guess," Emma said, gesturing at how it was full to the brim with her thick, viscous semen, one exploratory blast from her having easily displaced all of Edward's. "So I thought I'd go to the community centre nearby and relax in that pool, maybe, but, well, kinda big now."

"It'll expand to fit just like any other hole would," Claire said with a giggle.

Emma swatted her genie on the tit. "Well, in the meantime, I'd like to wish that nobody would find anything unusual when I explain any part of this to anyone, including your being a genie, and that they'd believe us about it, and also I wish I could sense everything in some suitable radius around me. Gotta be able to see around these things," she said, hefting her impossible rack.

"Done and done."

"No need for an orgasm for the second one?"

"All your current impediments to your senses are sexual in nature, so any wish to get around those impediments is also inherently sexual," Claire explained.

"Not quite sure I follow the logic on that one," Emma admitted.

Claire paused. "Neither do I, but that's what I was told."

"By which voice?"

"This time I'm not sure. If I had to guess, though, our mysterious benefactor is trying to hide for the moment."

Emma sighed. "Well, nothing for it but to head out."

She trotted around the house, the path widening as her cocks swung from side to side and returning to normal once she'd passed. Her tail slithered on the ground behind her, uncoiling as she went. The gate unlatched itself with a thought, and the posts sprang apart to let her thick tail fit through.

The sidewalk widened while she was on it, having been too narrow for her new body to fit properly. Now it had enough space to let people walk comfortably on either side of her.

"I wish people could walk through my tail as if it weren't there," Emma wished, such discussions with her genie necessarily being private.

"Done, Mistress." Suddenly people knew instinctively that they could do just that.

Emma scanned every mind she passed as she went, shifting every body to be a mix between the person's ideal form and her own sexual fantasy for them.

Of course, in most cases, that "ideal" wasn't far removed from the person's actual body, and Emma instead let her libido run rampant. She giggled at the thought of what future demographers would make of the town, where suddenly a substantial percentage of its population had seemingly overnight all grown at least ten feet tall, with torso-sized boobs and leg-length cocks, floor-length hair and couch-sized butts, long prehensile tongues and musculature nearly as impressive as her own, all of them with faces worthy of the front cover of any fashion magazine. Plenty of people ended up with mix-and-match erogenous zones, too, not just those who actively wanted it but also anyone whom Emma saw whenever her mind drifted to that idea.

For the people who were hopeless fantasy porn addicts like she and Edward, their changes were even more extensive as Emma left in her wake all sorts of fantasy ears and tails, extra heads, breasts and arms like hers, people with excessive lactation and ejaculation, and the list went on. Emma had to tone down some of the fantasies, even, given the ones who dreamed about growing a thousand miles tall and squishing the small city under a toe.

"You know both Edward and I would find it really hot if you did that," Claire observed.

"I'd only do it if your magic could bring them back afterward," Emma said. "And even then maybe not."

"Of course I would bring them back afterward. I might be your genie, Mistress, but it is still part of my purpose as a sex genie to increase the amount of sex being had overall. So between your finding it a turn-off for the crushing to be permanent and their being able to continue to fuck once they're brought back and their memories wiped"--Emma nodded to confirm that she'd want that, as well--"it'd only make the whole thing even more sexual in nature, so it would absolutely be within my purview and powers."

"You'd still get off on me stomping them flat in the first place, though," Emma observed.

"Well, duh. I get off on you existing, Mistress, never mind actually doing anything."

"Though actually, maybe you could do it so I only crush the buildings and such? Leave the people physically unharmed so they can watch the whole thing."

"Mmm, want to feel their fear as you flatten everything they've built?"

"No, it's just that blood makes me squeamish," Emma admitted. "Believe me, if I could get rid of my period, I would. It's not even all that painful for me; the flow is just really heavy."

"Well, you can, Mistress. It gets in the way of sex sometimes so you could just wish it away. Not that there would be much point, I guess; your last one was only a week and a half ago."

"Yeah, and it's a good thing you didn't try shit then. PMS was a bitch that time."

"Mistress, as much of a cunt as I was, you should trust that I knew better than to piss off a woman on her period."

"Were you spying on our trash?"

Claire's only answer was another giggle.

"Ugh."

"As I said, Mistress, you've got to spank me at least once before we go."

Emma's only answer was to sigh as the doors of the community centre expanded around her overgrown body to let her in.