Mark stood there with a petite blonde woman, appearing to be in her mid-20s, in a short black dress and heels -- it was obvious his magically-created female-attracting pheromones had worked fine.
”Oh, my God, you really do have a genie,” she said, slurring her words just a bit. “So she can really grant wishes?”
”She can grant my wishes,” Mark answered with a smile. “But if you have any wishes you’d like to make, I can always pass them along...”
”Then I wish I had a body like hers,” slurred the woman.
Mark looked a little surprised. “Are you sure?”
”Yeah, I’m sure.”
”Okay, genie,” Mark said to Jessie, “I wish Heather here would keep her face and hair, but would otherwise have a body identical to yours.”
Jessie blinked.
”Oh, my God!” squealed Heather as her body expanded. She tried to pull off her dress, but didn’t make it, as it ripped along several of the seams. She shrugged off the remains to reveal a lacy black bra straining against a pair of melon-sized breasts; she managed to reach behind herself and free her enlarged chest from its fabric prison, a look of relief on her face.
She stood there amazed, looking down at her newly curved body, then turned around and threw her arms around Mark, pressing against him with her expanded tits. “I’ve always wanted to be like this! I don’t know how to thank you!”
”I can think of some ways,” said Mark with a grin. He looked at Jessie and said, “Bottle.”
Once again, Jessie felt herself spinning and dissolving...
...and, some time later, she felt herself reforming.