Why change what's working?

Emma walked into the community centre to find, as usual, that it was understaffed.

The front desk, for instance, really should have had two, or even three, people working at it, given the neighbourhood's density and the range of facilities available, but instead there was just one young man about her age behind the counter. Cleaning was also somewhat neglected, and they regularly had to close various parts simply because they couldn't keep them up to code while they brought in contractors to deal with it.

There was a short line, all three people in it finding their bodies warping under the pressure of Emma's idle fantasies while her dicks twitched and her nipples pulsed. She dipped the tip of her tail in the pool in her backyard while she waited, still not being far enough away to have had to move it.

"Hi!" she said brightly. The receptionist did a once-over of her absurd body, but unlike most her awareness told her that he wasn't experiencing any sexual arousal. She sighed internally. "Turning gay guys straight" was such a cliché and not one she was about to follow given the lack of consent inherent in the notion--and even if she did, she'd turn them bi. She studiously ignored her own hypocrisy with how much she'd been transforming people. At least she was only fucking with them, not fucking them. "Is the pool available?"

"Sorry, there was an incident about fifteen minutes ago," the man said apologetically. "And we're understaffed, so it'll be a while before we can clean it up. Haven't even been able to put a sign up." He waved toward the line behind her; just in the short time it had taken her to get to the front, five more people were already there, and being twisted into absurd sexual fantasies.

Emma froze time. "Claire, change that retroactively so the pool is available, would you?"

"Sure thing, Mistress."

"Also, he obviously likes working here, and he's frustrated about the constant understaffing, yeah?"

"Seems so," the genie agreed.

"All right, then I wish he was a hivemind like I can be, only, let's just give him ten bodies, no more, no less. Nothing unusual, of course. And make all of them different sorts of attractive guys so he's aroused by himself."

"Hmm, yep, done." Claire grinned. "And it was even easier since they all have different personalities, too. Didn't even have to make any new ones, or leave any behind! Was ten just a lucky guess on your part?"

"Actually, yeah, it was," Emma admitted. "That thought hadn't even occurred to me."

Claire preened, and Emma unpaused time after rewinding it a bit. Now there were three people, or at least three bodies--Emma wasn't quite sure how she should refer to them given how her wish had worked--working the desk, as there should have been all along.

"Hi! Is the pool available?"

"Yes, it is. Are you two family?" he asked.

"You could say that," Emma replied. Her wishes made the man take her at face value and not question the unusual wording.

"All right, then it'll be fourteen bucks, including the key deposit. Cash or card?"

Emma materialised the necessary money in a hand and passed it over. The man handed back a receipt and a locker key.

"Changing and shower is over that way," he said, gesturing. "End of the hall, turn right, second door on your left."

Emma nodded and trotted off, sticking the receipt and key in her cleavage where her phone was stored.

The changing area wasn't anything Emma needed, of course, and she walked right past the showers, too, her transformative desires leaving changes in her wake.

"Feeling ready to have legs again, Claire?" she asked.

"I'm ready to have them whenever you're ready to have me have them, Mistress," the genie replied.

"Yes, but I'm asking you, the person whose mind was just invaded and tortured by some unknown entity from fuck knows where, not the genie who's overly eager to satisfy my every whim. Are you ready to have legs again?"

"Only if I can still snuggle up against you while we swim, Mistress."

"Well, I don't think I'll be doing much actual swimming," Emma chuckled. "At least I'm pretty sure I'm buoyant. You're welcome to swim circles around me if you want, though."

When they got onto the deck, Emma cannonballed her ridiculous body into the pool, sensing how it expanded to contain the waves thus generated. Claire gracefully dove in afterwards, every bit as naked as Emma, leaving not even the tiniest ripple as she broke the surface and swum under her Mistress's upper back to start massaging it.

"You're OK down there?" Emma asked, knowing the genie would still be able to hear her. "Not feeling like you need to breathe?"

"Of course I am, Mistress," Claire assured her. "Even without any wishes you made, I don't need to breathe for anything so mundane as blood oxygenation or whatever else, given that I don't have blood or anything like that any more. It's all part of the instincts that were drilled into me when I became a sex genie."

"Well, surface some time soon. The massage is nice but I want to be sure you're OK. You might have been indoctrinated into being used to it already but I haven't been."

Claire transmitted a mental image of a thumbs up over the empathic link that was fortified by Emma's telepathy.

Emma let herself float for a bit, more and more of her tail leaving the yard and filling the pool. Of course, it posed no obstacle to anyone else given her prior wish.

The powerful young woman's sexual fantasies continued to twist the world around her, of course. Her telekinesis controlled the water to stimulate others in the pool. Her transformations branched into things like mermaids and water elementals, though of course she didn't leave anyone unable to walk on land like normal, even if their sexual assets ended up no less exaggerated than anyone else's. Her dicks and boobs spurted small amounts of cum and milk every so often, each displacing the water until after only about five bursts even the expanded pool was full of those fluids instead.

Claire finally surfaced and parked herself next to one of Emma's heads. "Mmm, that was fun." The genie had no need to make any effort to stay afloat, given that her body's mass was whatever was most convenient for what she was doing.

Emma smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She used her telekinesis to stroke the genie's entire body at once and let Claire have as many orgasms as her brain could handle without going fully catatonic--which, being a sex genie, meant that she was experiencing near-infinitely more pleasure every instant than the entire rest of the universe would experience for all of time. "Can you make all these changes I've made genetic?" she asked. "And extremely dominant, like, let's have these propagate through the population."

"Mmm, sure. But not quite if you just put it that way. There's already a masking effect on them, of course."

Emma thought for a moment. "Right, right. OK, have them happen as part of a second puberty or something. God, another overused plot device. Kicks in somewhere between nineteen and twenty, let's say, but people will know what changes they're getting not long after they turn eighteen. Gives them time to prepare for it, though."

"Do you want to give them the opportunity to decline it?"

"Heck no. That would defeat the purpose."

"For someone who was concerned about consent, you seem to be remarkably okay with this, Mistress," Claire said, though her voice carried no judgment.

"I had the same thought. But I'm the one who got the sex genie, after all, so I'm the one who gets to turn the world--well, this town, I guess--into my sexual fantasy.'

"Well, I support you in your blatant hypocrisy, Mistress."

"Not enough to stay silent about it, though."

"Only because I knew it had already occurred to you, with whatever justification you cared to make for it to assuage your conscience. If it hadn't, I wouldn't have said anything."

Emma lightly swatted Claire again.

"That's not the spanking you should be giving me for that sort of backtalk." The genie pouted.

Mistress and genie floated in the pool for hours. Eventually Emma's tail was fully there, the various gates and doors finally able to close behind it. Emma had casually expanded the reach of her awareness and transformative powers across the entire community centre, people in the gym becoming stronger and more muscular, people doing martial arts or gymnastics becoming more flexible. Everyone in the pickup basketball game ended up only a hair shorter than she was, and so on, on top of the absurd sexual changes that everyone got, naturally.

When the pool finally closed, with well over a thousand people having been altered during her outing, Emma simply teleported herself back into her yard after converting all of her sexual fluids back to regular water. Claire had chosen to return to her lamp about an hour prior; since Emma had stored it in her cleavage before entering the pool, that meant Claire was hovering out of her bust seemingly out of nowhere.

"This body was fun, but let's have something a little more normal," Emma decided. She stayed the same height, but the taur torso and lamia tail vanished, along with the additional breasts. Her cock shrank to a comparatively reasonable shoulder height and thigh thickness, but she decided to keep the extra heads and arms, using two to knead her regained glorious ass.

Plucking her phone out of her cleavage, she cursed as she realised she had forgotten the group text she'd sent.

Claire turned her torso around to look. "Nothing bad, I hope, Mistress?"

Emma unlocked the phone and read the messages. "Thankfully all of them said tomorrow afternoon works better." It was Thursday, so she and Edward would have more classes the next day, and then would come a few hours of her final weekend.

"What are you going to tell them?" Claire asked.

Emma shrugged. "Not sure yet. They'll believe me about all of this, but I still don't know how I'm going to convince them to come with me. If I even can bring them with me. I want to, though."

"Well, one thing I'm absolutely sure of is that I'll be coming with you, Mistress. The lamp is yours, and I'm linked to the lamp."

The connections formed in Emma's mind. "You said there's room in there for more than one genie, right? Edward could've been one, too, if I wanted it."

"Welllllllll... sort of. That was the short form," Claire admitted.

"OK, then, what's the longer form?" Emma had walked inside the house and sat down on a couch, her ass taking up most of it.

"The lamp can't convert anyone else into a full-blown sex genie. Not enough oomph for that," Claire explained. "But, you'd understand if you were in here, the whole 'granting wishes' thing is really just a tiny part of what makes this so amazing. Oh, sure, it's nice and all to wield immense cosmic power to rewrite reality to your every whim, or give you the power to do that and see you use it, don't misunderstand me. But that pales in comparison to how amazing it is to be a completely subservient slut to you. Like, the amount of pleasure I draw from the wishes themselves, compared to how much pleasure I get from the fact that in doing so I've obeyed your orders? Quark, universe. That understates it, really. And it definitely has enough oomph to make anyone else every bit as subservient as I am, and link them to the lamp."

"And since you're coming with me because you're linked to the lamp, not because you're a genie..." Emma trailed off.

"Exactly, Mistress."

"How much of a taste can you give someone of your subservience?"

"Not much," Claire admitted. "The true pleasure I receive from it would put any mortal in a coma. But it should be enough to convince anyone that it's far better to be linked to the lamp than it is to be an independent being."

"Even me?"

"Let's just say that if your first wish had been to free me, then you'd have become the genie, and then my first wish would've been to free you, and we'd have been fighting over who got to be the genie, not over who got to be the Mistress."

"Possibly. But then, Ed and I are both switches. He's just also got a power kink and is more submissive toward anyone who can exert the sort of control I can now, so I just slipped into a dominant role. So you're probably right. But, I know who I'm inviting over, John's pretty much a pure dom. He definitely doesn't like not being in control. The others'll be easier to convince."

"Well... technically, the submission only has to be to you, Mistress. That's what the lamp is telling me right now. Or, actually, no, new voice. It's just easier to make the genie totally submissive to everyone since the lamp can't know who'll find it next. But if the person being converted already knows who they'll serve, and doesn't want to serve anyone else, and is strong-willed enough about it, they can keep the submission being only to you." Claire paused again. "Another new voice is telling me that you could just wish for it instead. If you want to cheat like that."

"How many beings are out there messing with me?" Emma said, a note of exasperation in her voice.

"No idea, Mistress. Maybe you could wake Edward up and then fuck him to sleep again?" the genie suggested.

"I have a better idea," Emma replied. "We'll both wake him up, and then we'll fuck you to sleep."

Not long after, the three were comfortably positioned in bed, Edward's cock--which Emma had grown to make identical to her own, along with making him taller and more muscular--in the genie's ass while Emma's was in her mouth. The rudimentary and malleable nature of what passed for Claire's digestive tract meant that their tips were pressing pleasantly against each other in what she had for a stomach. Edward, having easier access, played idly with Claire's ample bust. The genie, meanwhile, was furiously fingering her snatch.

"You know, this isn't how I imagined ever having my penis kiss someone else's. Have done it before, just not like this," he commented. "Definitely never thought it'd be yours."

"But you like it?" Emma said, drawing closer, Claire's body being squished between them.

"Of course I do. I like everything I do with you."

"I love you too. I couldn't imagine my life without you," Emma admitted.

Edward drew even closer, contorting Claire's body almost unrecognisably, the sex genie getting off even more furiously at the complete disregard being shown to her. "Marry me?"

Emma broke the tender moment with her sudden laughter. "That's one way to propose, I guess," she said once that subsided. "But yes... yes, I'll marry you. We'll just need to have a conversation first." She put a finger to his lips. "Tomorrow, though."

"Tomorrow," Edward agreed, and they drifted off to sleep, locked in an embrace and a kiss, Emma's massive rack pressed against Edward's muscular chest, Claire practically forgotten between them as nothing more than a cocksleeve.

Which was just how she liked it, anyway.