Wishes at the Museum (Multiple TFs) (Patreon)

“Come on, it’s just a museum! Don’t you have better things to- ghrk!”

The man’s complaint was cut short by the flat side of a glowing blade, knocking the wind out of him and sending him flying into the wall. “No, we don’t, frankly.” Lydia Ward, otherwise known as the Paragon, said as she planted her sword and looked around the room. “Was that the last of them?”

“Not yet,” Brianna, the Crystal Knight, said, floating down from her spot at the top of the hall. She looked at a crystal in her hand, on which was an image of a man clad in black running full tilt away from the scene.

It was not a nice day to be a bunch of thieves. Particularly not a bunch of thieves robbing one of London’s biggest museums, when two of London’s superheroines were nearby going on a date.

They’d heard the alarms while on their way out, and had reluctantly dropped what they were doing to go stop the problem. Superhero work was a fulfilling job to be sure, but it wasn’t without it’s downsides - such as interrupted dates. Thankfully, the job was proving a particularly easy one this day. With Crystal Knight using some gadgets she’d made (it turned out technical knowledge was useful even if your powers had nothing to do with it) to find the thieves in the huge museum, and Paragon using her boosted physical abilities to effortlessly dispatch them, they ought to be done in time to resume their date.

“Surrender now, and we probably won’t have to break any ribs!” Paragon called out, boosting her voice to carry across the whole building.

Crystal Knight shook her head. “Still running. Looks like he’s trying to get into one of the exhibits. Looks like they had an ‘Arabian Nights’ themed one going?”

Paragon rolled her eyes. “Couldn’t be nice and easy, now could it…”

The pair jogged down to the exhibit; they weren’t in a hurry, because they were between the crook and the nearest exit. Brianna looked at her screen, brow furrowing in confusion. “That’s weird. He knows we’re here and coming for him, and he’s taking the time to steal something?” she said. The man had broken into a glass case, pulling out something from inside.

Lydia shrugged. “Maybe just desperate. Figures he can throw it at us or something.”

It wasn’t long before the thief had been cornered in the exhibit. The two heroines advanced on him, not feeling all that threatened but cautious all the same - criminals got dangerous when they were left without an escape route. “You should surrender now. It’ll hurt less.” Brianna suggested.

“You think you have me cornered, huh?” The thief said. He didn’t seem armed; all he had was the item he’d stolen from the exhibit, an old lamp. “Think I can’t get out of this?”

Lydia raised an eyebrow. “If we’re being honest here, yes, that does look like it’s the situation.” she said, hefting her blade. “Look, there’s an easy way, and a hard way.”

The thief didn’t say anything else as Paragon approached him, instead rapidly rubbing down the lamp. As if that would do anything… except, smoke started to drift out of it… “I wish…” the thief muttered.

From the smoke, a figure emerged. It was a mature, older woman, with an almost unrealistically sexy figure that trailed off into smoke below the hips, and wearing one of those stereotypical harem-girl outfits you’d see in cheesy movies - which, of course, did about nothing to conceal her figure, instead drawing more attention to those few areas it did cover properly. The exceedingly beautiful woman drifted in the air, looking bored. “After a thousand years, I come to serve, Master. Thy wish is my command...” she said, her tired tone and rote recitation a contrast to the dramatic words.

“I wish…” The man repeated, as Lydia picked up the pace and began to swing her sword, “That these superheroines were powerless to stop me!” he finished.

The woman snapped a finger. Mid-swing, the heroine’s sword puffed into smoke. “Paragon” suddenly became Lydia again, her hair and eyes shifting back to normal tones. Brianna was forced to land before she fell out of the air.

That wasn’t the extent of the changes, either. Brianna felt something change; new memories flooding in that were both hers and not at the same time. She remembered herself being older, going to an academy, joining the police force… at the same time, she remembered her life of heroism and occasional random transformation. It was an effect she’d felt more than once before - it was the sort of thing that usually happened whenever Morgan made a subtle reality shift so nobody would realize something was up with whatever it was that she’d transformed her into that particular time. Reality had shifted so she and Lydia were both police officers and not superheroes.

Their clothes took a minute to catch up to them, the armor and crystal fading away to be replaced with black fabric, assorted high-tech gear turning into a radio, set of handcuffs, baton, and other supplies. A badge formed on her and Lydia’s chests, and their bodies shifted to look just a bit older to accommodate the time they’d spent in training for their new professions.

The superheroes Crystal Knight and Paragon had vanished, or rather, had never existed in the first place. Instead, there was Officer White and Officer Ward. “Ha!” The thief laughed, seeing the change, “What are you going to do without your powers, huh? Too used to having magic on your side, aren’t you- ghrk!”

The villain’s gloating was cut off as Lydia recovered from her botched swing of a baton, and transitioned instead into a tackle. She’d lost her superpowers, but not her athletic build. As the man hit the ground with the lamp spinning away out of his hands, Brianna pulled out a set of handcuffs and quickly and skillfully locked his hands behind his back. “You’re under arrest,” she said, listing off the relevant charges by memory from the new version of reality.

Brianna was about to hit her radio by muscle memory, but then remembered what had gone on. “...Hold him down. Let’s see if we can get ourselves back to normal first…”

Brianna picked the lamp up, and gave it a rub. Out came the genie once more. “Oh, good, you got him.” she said idly. “I have no idea what his other wishes would have been, but he seems like the type to let all the power go to his head. Probably would have asked for phenomenal cosmic power or something.”

“Probably,” Brianna agreed. “Now… you left us without our superpowers, but not powerless. So if we were to ask you to turn us back to normal…”

“I’d make it backfire on you, probably.” The genie conceded. “Good for you to get it so easily. That’s kind of what we do. That said… I have an offer.”

Brianna looked at Lydia, who shrugged. “Go on,” she said.

“I’m really, really bored in here. Like, you would not believe how bored I am.” The genie said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s actually not a bad deal with the lamp. But a girl needs some time outdoors, you know?”

“Alright…” Brianna said. She didn’t need academy-trained deduction skills to tell where this was going.

“So here’s the deal. One of you switches places with me for a week, other gets to be the master for that week. I don’t care which really. The lamp can’t be without an occupant, that’s just against the rules. Once that week’s up, you’re both back to how you were when you walked in here. No tricks, no metaphorically-speaking or overly literal, just back how you were.”

“And if we don’t?” Lydia asked, really already knowing the answer.

“Then nothing. I act like a normal genie and make sure whatever you wish for backfires, even if it’s just reversing this dude’s wish.” The genie said. “I suppose you could get like, a team of lawyers together to write out the perfect, unbendable wish, but I’ve lived a long time- I’m fairly sure I could beat them out.”

Brianna barely had the time to look over at her girlfriend before Lydia opened her mouth. “We agree! Brianna will be the genie!”

“Great!” The genie said, snapping her finger once again. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of Brianna with human legs and casual clothes, patting her on the shoulder as she walked by her and out. Meanwhile, Brianna felt a hard pull on her legs… she was dragged into the lamp, her body turning to smoke as she was.

Within the lamp, Brianna changed rapidly. Her hair grew longer, past her shoulders and down towards her bottom, while also darkening significantly in tone. It didn’t take long for it to shift from it’s natural red to a midnight shade as it hung around her hips. Her eyes changed color as well, gaining a pink glow of power to them.

Next was her skin color; the pale skin darkened shade by shade, spreading across her body. Gradually it’s tone shifted from her natural pale cream to an olive brown shade. Her face subtly shifted as makeup was applied, still clearly herself but a rearranging of some of her family history and genealogy - followed by her lips growing slightly plumper, her eyes slightly bigger.

Brianna’s figure wasn’t left behind either. Her bust grew and grew until each breast was easily as big as her head, and Brianna couldn’t help but feel how sensitive they’d become as well. The big tits weren’t left alone either, as her waist pinched in and her hips swelled. She might not have legs, but she did have an hourglass figure to die for.

Her clothes were straining to contain her new figure, and finally gave up the ghost. But rather than snapping or tearing, they too changed. For the most part, they thinned, turning from the tough fabric of a police uniform to soft blue silks. Jewelry formed across her body, chains and earrings jingling as she moved, rings on each finger and two of her toes, elaborate necklaces and a gold choker.

As all of that finished, Brianna assessed her body and fairly quickly concluded what would come next. She suddenly felt hot all over, blushing fiercely as arousal built. The fog started to fill her mind right on cue. She found herself giggling softly, as her thoughts began to slow. Why had she been worried? It was normal for a sexy genie like herself to be horny. All the better to entice foolish humans into making short sighted wishes. Although she certainly knew one type of wish she wouldn’t mind not twisting, which was another sort she tried to encourage with her teasing outfit and demeanor.

On the outside, hardly a second had passed. With the same snap that had sucked Brianna into the lamp, Lydia had been returned to normal. Lydia walked up to the lamp and rubbed it down, and out came a plume of pink smoke. On the end of it formed Brianna - or at least, a different version of her. “Hey there, cutie~” the newly minted genie giggled. “Wanna see what kind of wishes this genie can grant~?”

“She didn’t mention that you’d turn into a bimbo…” Lydia muttered. “Well, let’s see. First wish; put your mind back to normal, Brianna.”

“Oh, are you sure? Don’t want to take me for a ride first?” The genie pouted.

“My bad, let’s make that official,” Lydia said with a sigh, “I wish your mind was restored to normal.”

“Oh, boring…” The genie grumbled. “Fiiine, your wish is my command, oh mistress…”

With a snap, Brianna’s mind was back. She still looked like a bimbo, but mentally, she had returned to herself. “...By the way, it’s Farah.” she said.

“Farah?”

“I think ‘Farah’ is the name of this lamp’s genie.” Farah said. “Whoever it happens to be. So yeah, I’m Farah right now.”

“I guess that fits the look more than ‘Brianna’ anyway.” Lydia said. “Now, I don’t want to keep you trapped in the lamp for a week… oh, I got it. Farah, I wish you would take a human disguise.”

“Thanks, I’d go nuts from a week in that thing…” Farah said. “Your wish is my command, oh mistress!”

Farah vanished for a moment, sucked back into the lamp. Then, the smoke billowed out once again, coalescing into a human shape. It was Farah again, but dressed in clothes that wouldn’t get her stopped by the cops for public indecency. Nice-looking but fairly casual wear.

“Now that I at least look human… we still have some wishes to go.” Farah said. “I don’t think I actually have a hard limit, oddly enough.”

A smile began to form on Lydia’s face. “Is that so…?” she said, ideas already forming in her mind.

“Try not to go mad with power.” Farah said with a flat look. “It’s really not worth it.”

“Well, I can’t not test out your powers.” Lydia said. “I’d say… I wish I were a beautiful princess!”

Farah rolled her eyes, but snapped her fingers all the same. Lydia’s casual wear shimmered as it began to fill out. The fabric was by no means poor quality to begin with but now it became soft silk, turning a deep red as it did so, the change spreading widely across her clothes - both her tank top and pants from before the earlier shift and the superhero-ing. Once their material was changed, the shift in shape happened.

The tank top suddenly had short sleeves down to Lydia’s shoulders. But rather than continue to expand as sleeves, they puffed out, almost looking padded as they filled. Her shirt and pants fused as the latter underwent it’s own change, the legs of the lower garment fusing together into a single long skirt, and then promptly exploding outward with volume as they went from casualwear to a full on ballgown hoop skirt.

Beneath the dress, Lydia yelped in surprise as she suddenly felt a tight constriction around her waist. Her modest bust was thrust out and emphasized as much as it could be, as was her rear end, as a corset formed under her new dress to help keep a proper princess-y figure. This change was accompanied by a subtle shift in her build, her muscles softening as a life of hard training and work was replaced with a life of luxury and pampering.

“Wow,” Lydia said as the changes settled, “You work quick…”

“I’m a genie.” Farah said, shrugging, “The magic goes fast. That’s three wishes.” She paused for a moment, thinking… “...And yet not your last. Yeah, I think I can give you as many as you want. But remember the warning…”

Lydia grinned widely. “Well, a princess has to have servants.” she said. “I wish that the thieves would become my maids! Sexy ones, too.”

Farah rolled her eyes. It was like humans always went a bit power mad when they had a few wishes… “Very well, oh mistress…” she said, waving a hand.

The change was most apparent on the thief they’d captured. The first change was the obvious one, perhaps; it would hardly do to have a male maid. His body seemed to shimmer slightly in the light as the harsh angles and lines of a male body were replaced with the softer outline of a female. His shoulders and waist thinned down as he shifted towards an hourglass figure, his face also changing to become softer and more feminine. His proportions shifted such that his legs were longer and the rest of him a bit shorter, and of course, he let out a rather feminine sounding yelp as ‘he’ became ‘she’.

As mammaries and buttocks swelled to size, the changes continued rapidly. Her short hair grew out and grew long, blonde locks lazily drifting down to her rear before being tied back into a ponytail. The former-man now looked like a rather sexy young woman, aside from her clothes - and that problem rapidly resolved itself.

She was already wearing plenty of black, so the color didn’t change too much - but the shape did, as her pants and shirt fused into a single piece, turning quickly into a lengthy dress. But that dress didn’t stay that way for long; the skirt receded upwards, past her knees until it was brushing up against her thighs. Her running shoes changed into delicate looking heels, while a white and excessively frilly apron formed on top of her dress. This was accompanied by a set of white gloves, white stockings that stretched up to just below her hemline, and finally the proper white maid’s cap.

The process had been quick - she didn’t even have time to feel outraged or worried or anything before she fell into a trance, her mind filling with thoughts of servitude and her beloved Mistress. She stood up, the handcuffs sliding right off her rather more narrow wrists, and curtsied to Lydia. “Greetings, Princess. How may I be of service?” she asked.

Lydia leisurely walked up to the maid, planning to simply get a bit close for her order. But what she did instead was press up against her, reaching a hand around to grab her bottom and squeezing it. “I think you should probably… uh… do some cleaning? Maids do that right?” Lydia’s voice said, but she hadn’t meant to say it.

“Reign in the wishes or you’re getting more consequences, ‘princess’.” Farah noted. “I am a genie, and there can be whatever side effects I want.”

“Of course, Mistress,” the maid said dutifully, leaning into the grab. As she spoke, another pair of maids rounded the corner, the other two former thieves. “We shall clean this place at once. It will be spotless.”

Lydia let out a ditzy giggle, giving the maid a slap on her bum as she turned to go. God, how long would Farah keep her acting like some bimbo before she turned her back? “Like, okay, Farah. I’ll keep it sens- senshi-” It seemed ‘sensible’ was too complex a word for her. “Good.” she finished instead.

“Good.” Farah said. “Now that that’s out of the way… why don’t we continue our date? Since the thieves are cleaning up after themselves now, may as well.”

“That sounds fun!” Lydia said, walking over to Farah and wrapping an arm tightly around hers. “I hope it leads to some night-time fun with you, cutie~” she whispered in her ear. Lydia internally sighed; if Farah had wanted to really teach her a lesson in consequences, she’d certainly done that.

“Well, let’s go-oh!” Farah was interrupted as Lydia’s clinging turned into groping, one hand having reached around to take a handful of one of her breasts and squeeze. It was the genie’s turn to sigh - it was kind of her fault, given she’d been the one that decided to make Lydia into a bimbo… Well, she could work with this. She returned the grab, pulling Lydia closer. “You know, maybe we should have our date somewhere besides the park...

The duo left the museum looking completely different than they went in, but with the same goal as they’d had before the situation began - to have a nice date. Even if the venue was now going to be a bedroom and not a park...