Leave her for now. You can always come back later.

"Nah. Look at her." you decided, pointing to the disheveled Dr. Hewitt. "She has to fucking teach like that. I'd feel a little guilty if we just took her now."

"Aww, you are truly wise and just, master." Emma said with praise. The blonde futa nuzzled up to you lovingly. "Then what now? Where do we go? What do we do? I mean, with your power, we can literally do ANYTHING."

Those really were big questions. If you wanted to, you could literally rule the world with a snap. Nations could rise and fall based on your whims, billions of lives could be saved or destroyed with a mere thought. Did you really just want to use the power of a god to live out the life of a depraved sex fiend?

Yep. Surprisingly easy choice. But that still didn't answer Emma's questions.

"Well.... what do you want to do?" you asked your servant.

"Me? Well.... I, um...."

"Oh come on, Emma! Surely there must be something you want! Anything. Name it, and it's ours." you reminded her.

She looked at you excitedly.

"Even before I met you, I'd kind of been hiding the fact that I was bi. Like, for a long while. And back in high school, I had this REALLY big crush on Salma Hayek. So...."

"So you want to fuck Salma Hayek?"

"Yes, with your permission, master." Emma answered giddily.

You nodded, giving your silent approval. The two of you gathered your things, taking special care to grab your phone, and skipped out on the rest of class to visit your dorm. Neither of you bothered to get dressed, since you could now walk around as free as a bird. Walking across campus nude was certainly different, but you and Emma enjoyed the shocked and hungry stares your over-sized cocks got.

Back at your room at last, you typed a new note into the app:

"Salma Hayek will be instantaneously transported into my dorm room. Wherever she was before, a perfect copy of her will take her place and act accordingly."

Just like that, the Latina actress spontaneously appeared right there in your dorm.

"What the? How?! Where am I?!" the confused woman gasped.

"Hello, Salma. I'm John, this is Emma. Don't worry, you're not in any danger. You're just in my dorm room. As you might have noticed, my friend here has a wicked hard-on, and would love to use your body for some relief." you explained to the beauty.

She seemed to settle down a bit. She probably wasn't thrilled, but there really wasn't much she could do about it.

"Master?" Emma chimed in. "If I may, might you change her a bit for me?"

Salma's eyes went wide. She had no idea what that meant, but it sure didn't sound good.

"What would you have me change?" you asked with a smile.

"Double her boob size, make them huge and full of milk. Make her crave sex like an animal in heat. And give her back some of her youth, she should get something good out of this too."

You had no reason to object. In the same note, you typed:

"The woman standing before me and Emma will regain her youth, making it as though she never aged past her twenties. Her breasts will double in size and lactate near uncontrollably. Her libido will skyrocket, requiring her to have sex or masturbate at least once, if not twice, a day. She will be completely obedient to myself and Emma and heed our every instruction. These changes will not be retroactive and take effect as I finish this sentence."

With the note finished, Salma nearly toppled over as her breasts expanded rapidly, throwing off her center of balance. Streams of milk gushed from her swollen, thick nipples. One of her hands grabbed her coochie, beginning to toy with it. Salma could barely form a coherent sentence, she was overwhelmed with the sensations.

Gracefully bowing and gesturing at the lewd, corrupted actress, you gave the go-ahead.

"She's all yours, Emma."