A certain woman comes strolling along, the faint scent of magic tinged with fire lingering on her, smoking from her fingers. The Sultan of Pride was an avid collector of all sorts of things, wards among them, but he really didn't have the faintest clue how to use them. 

And... 

There.

She smiles, picking out a slim pen from her pants, scribing a little seal to modulate the power of the spirit within (no twisted wishes for her, whatever the spirit's temperment), and unleash the potential of the whole network of 'em. Clever things - sappers of the potential of the more normal times that would come without a wish, and of the drive to create the fruits, all networked together invisibly to aid in his final ascension. 

Hers now~

She rub rub rubs her fingers along the cap, and steps back, watching up with a smile on her face. 

Smoke billows up from the mouth of the bottle, pushing the cork aside, before coalescing into a curvaceous, dusky-skinned woman with dark curls rolling down her shoulders, faint hints of fire burning within her hair and eyes. Her attire is wispy, diaphanous swirls of fabric, accentuating her body more than concealing any of it.

She floats imperiously, glaring down at her summoner.

"I rise and attend, oh Sult—"

And then she realizes that the person who rubbed her bottle was not the Sultan of Pride.

"—Oh. This is quite the change. Who might you be, new mistress?"

I wave cheekily, staring shamelessly up at her tits - the dew does wonders for accentuating the flush of her skin and the swell of her chest. 

To her senses, she feels like a contradiction - a clever street mage of no real importance, deft and skilled, sure, but far from truly powerful, but she has a cloud of destiny and fate big enough that if she didn't know any better, she'd think that she was a walking universe. 

"I'm Ruby, and you are...?"

She bows sweepingly, floating in midair before the bottle, her breasts swaying with the motion.

"I am Maya, the Genie of the Burnt Sands, bound to grant three wishes to the keeper of my bottle."

To Ruby's senses, Maya appears to flicker, thunderous power one instant, the barest of caged ghosts the next.

I grin, breathlessly anticipatory, stretching out my shoulders back and forth slowly and a touch sensually. 

I intone, low and hushed.

“Oh spirit of the lamp, with all your power…” 

I flush, sigh, and smile, looking around as if expecting something to come out of the woodwork at the last moment.

“Make me a singularity of sex appeal, a perfect body with beauty beyond bounds, resplendent and regal beyond reckoning, erotic without end, and curves beyond compare; with a voice sweeter then any angels and huskier then any devils, a superior cock supreme over the dreams of size, strength and virility, long and lustrous hair more brilliant then any star, transcendently tantalizing yet brazen bountiful mouthwateringly massive tits, lavishly luscious lips and muscles more sculpted then any statue; A body worthy of all the awe, adulation and admiration in the world, in the model of my mind and soul, with every facet of my form encoding the perfect seduction and introduction to all my virtues.”

My eyebrows wiggle a little, a gloat growing in my voice as the wish goes on and on. 

“So wishes Ruby, master of the lamp!” 

I clap my hands together soundly. 

An imperious and solemn frown crosses her face, her power gathering about her in a corona of magic. Her voice resonates through the room, filling the air with her husky but commanding declaration.

"So is has been wished; so it shall be done."

The gathering power rushes forth, swirling about Ruby in a fierce whirlwind, sparks and flashes storming through the clouds. All sound is drowned out by the winds blowing through the secret chamber, tearing at the walls, scouring the floor with blasts of magic, before suddenly it falls silent in an instant, every wisp of energy pulling close and sinking into Ruby's body. It feels like she has bridged a high-voltage cable with her own body, like she drank a gallon of lit naphtha that somehow still burned the whole way down. Every fiber of her being is electric, her muscles spasming and limbs shaking with the force of the change.

Every inch of her body is reforged, strong calves building up to thighs that could crush a skull and hips curvy-enough to make a person's mouth water. At the apex of those thighs rests a truly massive bulge, the sort of cock mortal women wish they could take without magical assistance. Her waist is strong, fit, sculpted with chiseled abs and tight athleticism, rising up to a bust more bountiful than should be possible while remaining this pert and proud. Above that, her shoulders and arms are fit and strong, a visual feast of strength and definition, able to lift boulders with the greatest of ease. Plush and sensuous lips complete the picture, and above them fierce and intelligent eyes showcasing all the power and insight of this daring young woman.

Eventually the power dies down, though some of it lingers about Ruby's form like a mantle, announcing and proclaiming her beauty, might, and virtue to the eye.

She groans, husky and throaty, deep and drawn out, thrumming through her body. 

"Ahhhhhhh...~" 

She moans, greedy and warm and silky, liquid sex dripping out of her gorgeous glistening lips. 

"Good girl." 

Her hands slide up her chest, wrapping around the massive milky mass, making them flow more beautifully then any river or twist of magic. 

"Howd'ya like it~?" 

Her hips shimmy back and forth, her immense cock throbbing up in the air with every twist and turn of her body, a predatory glint in her eyes. 

A faint, blush darkens Maya's cheeks as she looks Ruby up and down, her eyes lingering on Ruby's pulsing cock, and especially the ferocity in her eyes.

"Truly, Mistress, your beauty is a masterwork for the ages," she breathes, a curl of smoke escaping her lips.

Her hands - her beautiful, beautiful hands rub together softly, skin lush with vitality, perfectly deft and dextrous fingers playing with each other for a moment before she remembers herself, smiling up at her half-bashfully, half cat-that-caught the canary. 

"Well...~" 

She rolls the sound on her lips, her chest rising and falling pendulously, perfectly with every breath and sigh. 

"Let's make it so that the world can appreciate it properly, then." 

Her hands tease down at the thickness rearing up in her shorts, every inch rendered in agonizing awe-inspiring detail by her overstuffed clothes. 

"Make it so that that all women are built to worship me, and all reality built to accommodate that love. Make them built to exalt me, to praise me, to enjoy me, to love me, to submit to me. Make their tits excel at pleasuring me, and be pleasured by me and give them a drive to get those breasts of theirs fucked. Make them crave submission to me, and adoration to me, like they crave food and water and air. Make every bit of my body, my appearance, my soul and my mind orgasmic catnip to them (especially my tits), to capture their hearts and minds. Make all magic bend to let me break their minds with every pleasure I've ever dreamed. Make every bit of worship at least as pleasurable for them, as it is for me. And of course, give me the time to Take. Them. All."

She huffs out the last sentence, and just slowly glides the heel of her hand along her sex, back and forth, masturbating to her vision.

"So wishes Ruby, mistress of the lamp."

Her flush deepens as she hears the breadth of her Misstress's wish. Letting the full scope of it fill her mind, the genie intones, "So is has been wished; so it shall be done."

The storm of power builds and thrums once more, raging in the confinement of the secret room, the winds howling louder and louder, the flashes of light bright enough to white out all vision. When the magic finally builds high enough, completely saturating the room with power, it bursts from the room, pouring through the walls and door and ceiling and floor, rushing in every direction to envelop every woman in the world. 

Maya gazes wantonly at Ruby, the magic even affecting her to an extent. More smoke curls from her lips with the heat building within her.

She smiles warmly. 

"You're still insulated from the wish then, aren't you? Can't be having that." 

She smirks, and clicks her tongue. 

"I wish for you to incarnate before me in your preferred form, unbound from the lamp, and fully affected by my wishes in the way any mortal woman would be." 

Maya gasps. In all her millennia, none have ever wished to free her from her bottle. 

She musters the requisite poise for a third time, and booms out into the room, "So is has been wished; so it shall be done."

The bottle cracks, a jagged line running through the glass from the mouth to the base, spiraling around the bottle like whirling lightning. The crack spreads, and then the bottle shatters.

The shards lift into the air, swirling around Maya's body as light shines out from within her.

The glass begins to melt, molten streamers leaving long trails that loop around her, before plunging into her chest and vanishing. The light shining within her becomes blinding, before she finally stands on her own feet before Ruby.

Her wavy hair, previously confined to only embers, now has bold coals burning within it. Her eyes glow a fiery orange, and she stands taller than before, her curves fuller and bouncier.

She steps forward and kneels.

"Thank you, Mistress."

My hand slips to her cheek as my clothes slip off into the ether, leaving nothing hidden of her perfect and plenty aroused body. 

The moment my fingertips land atop her skin, there's a soft relaxed clicking feeling, a satisfying shiver down her spine as she feels tender touch of her Mistress.

Her cock rears up, veiny and pulsing and pounding, foreskin slick with sweat, giant godly crown peaking out of the fold, sublime smell wafting into the air. 

"You're welcome, Maya."