She was patrolling a sandy patch of desert in her form of a cloud of sand when she felt herself rub unexpectedly against a piece of metal in a dune. She thought it was a land mine and so she forced her sand body to push against it harder, in an attempt to make it blow without hurting anyone. To her surprise, further pushing revealed an honest-to-goodness golden lamp like in the legends of Ali Baba.

Dust was even more surprised when the lamp glowed a deep shade of crimson and a shapely woman began to take shape from red particles that spat out of the lamp. Dust quickly reformed so as to not get her dust particles intertwined with the red mist flowing out of the lamp.

"Mmmmm, ahhh! FREE!" purred a voice as the red mist took a form of a shapely woman with red skin, her generous curves hidden only by what appeared to be a harem girl's outfit made from red and gold silk. "Thank you, young lady! It has been centuries since I, Indara the Ifrit has been out of my lamp."

"You- you are an ifrit?"Dust asked in horror. In her folklore, she knew that Ifrit were evil, shape-shifting demons, close cousins to the djinn. "Return to your lamp! Return or I will defend my village from your evil!"

The red demoness pouted.

"Return? So soon? Why, Mistress, I cannot do such a thing without granting you wishes! You see, girl, I am half-Ifrit, half-Djinn. I must grant you three wishes before I am returned to my lamp."

Dust scowled. She knew better than to fall for such an evil creature's tricks.

"Very well! I wish you to do no evil to me or anyone I know! I wish for you to return to your lamp! And lastly, I wish for you to never leave your lamp again!"

Indara smiled wickedly.

"Oh, how smart you are! And how disgustingly noble! Young lady, your wishes would have stopped my mischief . . . had I not been half-Ifrit."

Dust blinked in surprise.

"You see, Ifirt are of fire, of soul . . . so my ability to grant wishes is unique. I can only grant unspoken wishes, ones from your darkest desires. And grant them I shall!"

Dust tried to use her powers, unsure if she should attack the being or flee, but it was too late. She gasped as she suddenly felt the desert heat on every inch of her bare skin. Sooraya was now naked, save for a flimsy black g-string and ridiculously high-heeled open toed stilettos.

"Your first wish was easy . . . I could hear it whispering in the dark parts of your soul louder than all the rest! You wished that you could display your body as openly and as wantonly as your former teacher Emma Frost! And so you shall!"

Sooraya tried to raise her arms to at least cover her perky C-cup breasts but instead found her hands cupping and lifting her pert tits to display them wantonly. She dropped her hands to her sides and yelped in shock.

"You are literally incapable of covering yourself, little girl. Try to use your hands and you will simply put on a show. Oh, and any clothes you attempt to wear will simply vanish as well."

Blushing furiously, Dust began to prepare to attack the demoness.

"You may be powerful but I have powers of my own, you- ohhhhh! Uhnn!"

Dust gasped as a powerful surge of lust rammed into her body. Her pussy was suddenly on fire, hotter and wetter than she had ever been, and her tits ached to be sucked and played with.

Indara smiled as she walked around the moaning teenager.

"Your other secret wish was to be fucked like a wanton American slut by all of the handsome men at your special school . . . hmm, what's this I see in your soul? Mutants? Heroes of great powers but without magic? How strange and wonderful!"

Indara snapped her fingers and suddenly she and Dust were in the boy's locker room at the Xavier School for Higher Learning. Several young male mutants blinked in shock as the sexy red-skinned demoness appeared, licking the neck of a nearly naked Dust before shoving the moaning girl into their midst.

"How much power I sense in all of you! Much has changed in this world and I simply MUST explore it! So many heroes and innocent souls at this school of yours to corrupt! Speaking of . . ."

Indara smiled as she whispered and locked eyes with each of the boys in the locker room.

"This is Sooraya. Is she not beautiful? You must have her. You must feel her hot, nubile flesh beneath you, fill her with your hard, lustful cocks."

The boys eyes flashed red for a moment and then their dicks got rock hard. Each of them dropped their towels and advanced on the girl lustily. 

Indara laughed.

"I'll not be granting your third wish anytime soon, little girl, but I doubt you'll care about that any more. Each man who sees you will have to fuck you, just as you secretly, sinfully desired. You'll be too busy screaming in pleasure and sucking cock to tell anyone of our connection."

She chuckled, her laughter sounding like the hisses and spits of logs on the fire.

"And without casting your third wish, I am free from you! I can walk this world causing as much mischief as I desire! All unspoken wishes are mine to grant . . . and grant them I shall!"

Four boys advanced on her. Hellion rapidly tore off her black g-string and grabbed her from behind, ramming into her sopping wet pussy without warning. Dust cried out as he shoved his thick cock deep into her hot virgin cunt and began to pound into her from behind. Her cries stopped quickly - not because he stopped but because Quintin Quire shoved his cock deep into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of her long dark hair roughly as he did so. The other two boys growled with lust and moved in as well, stroking their cocks eagerly.

Indara laughed and walked away.

"Oh, how much fun this will be!"

She floated out of the boy's locker room, leaving a hot breeze in her wake, and smiled as she came across another woman - a slim, curly-haired brunette in blue and gold who looked at Indara suspiciously, posture getting ready to fight. 

"Excuse me, but, who are you lady? And what the hell were you doing in the boy's locker room?"

Indara smiled and bowed.

"My name is Indara . . . and your name is Kitty Pryde, yes? Your soul is full of virtue."

Kitty scowled. 

"Uh, thanks? I sure like to think so but that doesn't answer my second question, lady."

The Ifrit smiled.

"Why waste our time with talk? I'm more interested in things unsaid . . . like your secret, unspoken desires."

She approached Kitty Pryde in a sensual saunter, moving to place a hand on her chest. Kitty snagged her arm at the wrist and scowled, pushing her away and phasing to make sure the woman couldn't touch her.

"Ah-ah, lady - I don't swing that way." Kitty tapped her communicator and called for back-up. "Scott, we've got an intrud- ahhh!"

With a cry of surprise, Kitty Pryde fell face first, her center of gravity completely changing as her tits burst out from her chest like torpedos. Being phased, she slid headfirst from one floor to the next before she could stop herself, landing in an awkward heap in the living room area.

"Oof!" she said as she landed awkwardly on her back on the room's couch. "What the hell?!?"

Her tits were huge now, bigger than Storm or even Emma's, bursting out of the top of her blue and yellow uniform as the front zipper shoved itself down to her navel . . . and they were still growing! She could feel them growing outwards, a warm, throbbing heat that made her also increasingly large dark nipples throb pleasantly.

"Ungh! What the- no! Stop! STOP!" she said, trying to sit up and barely managing it, making her increasingly huge tits pop out of her top in the process.

Indara floated through the floor after her, giggling in delight.

"What a wondrous trick! Thank you for teaching me it, Kitty. I hope you like your new breasts! You've always secretly dreamed of being the largest-breasted mutant girl- hmm, what is this word "mutant"?"

Kitty tried to stand up, her newly expanded tits still thrusting out in front of her by at least a foot, and just barely managed it.

"Lady, if you don't stop this I'm gonna make you wish you'd never- ooh!  Ahh! AH! AHH! AHHHH! FUUUUUCK! AHHHHHHH!"

Indara smiled as she reached out and squeezed Kitty's nipples hard, making the girl cum violently, her hips bucking and her head throwing itself back in a sudden burst of ecstasy. As Kitty fell back upon the couch, still in the throes of a violent orgasm, her breasts finally stopped growing, each tit easily now the size of a pumpkin with aureolas like pancakes and nipples the size of shot glasses. She could never wear a normal bra again. 

"And I've also been kind enough to make them as sensitive as they are big, Kitty Pryde - the way you always dreamed they would be when you were 13!" Indara cooed sweetly as if Kitty hadn't spoken. "Do enjoy them!"

Kitty groaned, panting and trying to focus past the mind-blowing orgasm so she could fight the red-skinned bitch, whomever she was. She grit her teeth and slowly tried to force herself to stand, ignoring her soaked panties and the deliciously pleasurable feeling of the air on her huge, bare boobs and throbbing nips as they swayed with her movement.

"Gonna- stop- you!" Kitty snarled.

Indara pouted.

"Oh, you still want to fight me? How terribly ungrateful. Very well. I wonder - what other wishes do you secretly desire? Oho! Here's a GOOD one!"