Damon reached for the doorknob only to have it open in front of him.
For a moment he didn't recognize the nude platinum blonde amazon standing in his doorway.
Monica towered over him, approaching seven feet tall. Her formerly short white blonde hair was now a thick mane flowing all the way down her back.
She had somehow gained several hundred pounds of muscle in the past few hours; thick thighs leading to a full but toned ass. Hard six pack abs stood out but didn't take away from her narrow feminine waist. Her arms were crossed, with DDD cup breasts squeezed between her bulging biceps.
Her deep brown eyes were locked on his crotch. She smiled and pulled him inside.
They didn't even make it to the bedroom. Damon found himself pinned on the dining room table, with his muscle-bound girlfriend riding him cowgirl. Her increased size let her take all thirteen inches, which she did with abandon.
Quickly he found his horse cock exploding inside the third girl in an hour, it's output undiminished.
This wasn't the end of it, Monica was every bit as sex crazed as the store clerk and the barista - but with amazonian strength and endurance to back it.
Many hours later, Damon searched the wreckage of his apartment for the lamp. He rubbed it but the genie would not appear.
'Genie was already out and won't come back again for a day and a night.' Monica's voice came from behind him.
'I used up your second wish, I'm sorry.'
Damon turned. 'You used a wish to turn yourself into a non-green version of She-Hulk?!?'
Monica laughed. 'No, this is all because of your wish. Genie tried to explain it and warn you, but you did your best Beavis impression and were all 'heh heh horse weiner horse weiner!' You don't understand what you actually wished for.'
Damon felt defensive, she definitely had a point. 'Oh? And you do miss wish expert?'
'I do now, I had to use your second wish to find out why I was hulking out after uncontrollably fucking myself senseless with your horsecock.'
'You are the vessel of the spirit of the horse. Fertile women will feel an uncontrollable attraction towards you, an unstoppable impulse to have your children.'
'After fucking you, they'll become the perfect women for carrying your horse spirited offspring.'
Damon took all this in. It made a horrifying amount of sense.
'But then why are you talking to me and not raping me again?' he asked.
Monica smirked again. 'Because one of your little swimmers made it home and knocked me up. We're going to have a baby.'