"Blake Biega..." The Idol of Venus squirms in your hand, cold stone undulating seductively. Its wide hips sway back and forth, its tiny hands grip your fingers, and its lips are set in a haughty smirk. "They are nothing. Trash. Toys. Your property. Ignore their screams, unless it makes your dick hard. Ignore their tears, unless you use it as lube" Its glowing red eyes half close as it smiles at you, its voice like velvet. "Stuff your magnificent cock in them. Make the sob for mercy. Make their bodies your slut while their minds scream against it. Make them love you slavishly. Beat them, torture them, break them. Erase everything they are. Make them nothing but yours...then throw them away" The idol shiver with bliss, sucking a breath through its teeth. "What a delicious thought."

The Idol of Venus points a tiny finger towards the door of your room "Go on. No time to waste." It urges "The holes of any worthless cunt are yours to tear open. Their minds are yours to twist and destroy. Their bodies are yours to remake however you want. They are nothing. Their suffering is nothing but a game."

No target: No Effect

As Blake Biega walks out of the room, he has no idea that the Idol of Venus has taken over his mind, making him see every woman in the world as a potential plaything. The idol whispers into his ear, guiding his thoughts and desires. He feels an insatiable urge to dominate and control women, to make them suffer and enjoy it. Even his own roommate isn't spared from his twisted lust. She returns home from work only to find Blake waiting for her.

As soon as Blake Biega focuses on his roommate, the Idol of Venus takes control. It causes her bottom to swell up, making her ass appear impossibly large and round. The fabric of her clothes strains against it, threatening to burst at any moment. She doesn't notice anything amiss until she sees herself in the mirror. Her mouth forms an 'O' of shock and surprise.

The Idol of Venus responds to Blake's command by causing the roommate's breasts to inflate like balloons, growing larger and fuller until they overflow from her bra. Her eyes dart between the mirror and Blake, filled with both horror and an unspeakable desire for more. She tries to speak, but nothing comes out except a soft moan.

As if sensing that the roommate is close to giving in to her desires, the Idol of Venus intensifies its hold on her mind. A heat begins to spread through her body, making her skin flush and her breath come faster. Her nipples harden into peaks, and her pussy throbs with need. She can feel the weight of her enlarged breasts pulling at her shoulders, and the pressure of her swollen ass pushing outward from her hips.

As their lips meet, the Idol of Venus makes sure to keep its grip on both of them. It causes Blake's cock to grow, stretching his pants painfully tight and pressing against his roommate's stomach. She gasps into the kiss, feeling the warmth and size of him against her belly. The pleasure and the fear mix together in her mind, creating a heady cocktail of lust and submission.

As they continue to make out, the Idol of Venus causes Blake's muscles to grow, bulging through his clothes like they're about to burst. His arms thicken with vein-covered brawn, and his chest broadens into a mighty expanse of masculine power. His roommate pulls away slightly, gaping at him in awe. Her eyes travel down his body, taking in the impressive display of strength and dominance.

At your command, the Idol of Venus causes you and your roommate to grow even larger, breaking free from the constraints of your clothes. You stand there naked before her, towering over her, every inch of your muscled frame flexing with power. Your cock stands tall and hard, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. Your roommate looks up at you, her eyes filled with wonder and need. The Idol of Venus whispers in her ear, urging her to submit, to give herself to you completely.

You take a step closer to your roommate, the hunger clear in your eyes. She doesn't resist as you guide your engorged cock towards her waiting pussy. With one forceful thrust, you push inside, filling her completely. She cries out in pleasure mixed with pain, her body tensing around yours. The Idol of Venus continues to whisper its dark desires into your ears, urging you to take what is yours and leave nothing but submission behind.

As you begin to move inside your roommate, she tries to adjust to the sensation of being so thoroughly dominated. Her mind reels with the conflicting emotions of pleasure and fear, lust and shame. But the Idol of Venus is ever-present, its voice like a seductive whisper in her ear, urging her to surrender fully to the experience. She gasps for air, feeling as if every part of her is being claimed by your powerful strokes.

As you approach climax, the Idol of Venus takes control, intensifying both your pleasure and her submission. With a primal growl, you release your seed deep within her, unloading a massive load of hot cum that fills her up and spills out onto the floor. She feels her body stretched impossibly wide by your orgasm, her muscles quivering from the onslaught of pleasure.

You pull out of your roommate, leaving a trail of sticky semen behind. She lies there on the floor, breathless and spent, her body trembling from the aftershocks of your passion. The Idol of Venus, satisfied with its work for now, withdraws its influence from your thoughts, allowing you to dress and move on.

Your attention is drawn to a woman walking down the hallway, her hips swaying seductively beneath a tight skirt. Her features are soft and curvy, her body mature and alluring. Instantly, the Idol of Venus takes control once more, urging you forward. You step out of your room, closing the door silently behind you, and begin to follow the milf down the hallway. Your cock stirs to life again, eager for another round of dominance and submission.

You close the door quietly behind you, not wanting to alert anyone else to your presence. Then, you quickly cross the short distance between yourself and the milf. Before she has a chance to react, you grab her ass roughly and pull her close, planting a hard, demanding kiss on her lips. She gasps into the kiss, surprised and aroused by your boldness. The Idol of Venus surges through your veins, inflaming your desire and making her all the more irresistible.

As you continue to kiss the milf passionately, your erection presses against her leg, leaving no doubt about its size or strength. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she tries to steady herself in the face of your overwhelming masculinity. The Idol of Venus whispers in her ear, urging her to let go, to surrender completely to the pleasure that only you can provide. She moans into your mouth, trembling with need.

With a growl, you pull away from the kiss, revealing your massive erect cock to the milf. She gasps audibly, eyes widening in shock and awe at its immense size. You grip your cock firmly, twisting and stroking it for emphasis, enjoying the power you have over this woman's body and mind. The Idol of Venus encourages you to take what is yours, to claim her completely and leave nothing but submission in your wake.

With a final thrust, you release your hot seed onto the milf's stomach. She arches her back, crying out in ecstasy as your cum pours over her skin. The Idol of Venus takes control once more, causing her body to react unnaturally to your cum. Her breasts begin to swell and grow, becoming fuller and more luscious beneath her tight blouse.

As your orgasm subsides, the Idol of Venus urges you to show your dominance further. You grab the milf by the hair, pulling her head down toward your engorged cock. She gasps and chokes as you roughly shove your still-hard member into her mouth, filling her throat with the taste and scent of your release. Her hands scrape helplessly against the carpet, struggling for purchase as she tries to suck you off.

You grip her hair tighter, the Idol of Venus driving you to greater heights of dominance. "Suck harder," you growl, "or be punished." She complies, drawing on your cock with all her might, desperate to please you and avoid whatever torment the Idol has in store. Her warm lips and wet tongue stroke your shaft expertly, sending waves of pleasure through your body despite the fact that you've already climaxed.

As the milf continues to deepthroat your massive cock, her free hand moves down between your legs, cupping your heavy balls. She massages them gently at first, then more firmly as she grows bolder under the influence of the Idol of Venus. The sensation is exquisite, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your body. Your hips buck upward involuntarily, urging her to take more of you, to submit completely to your dominance.

Her touch becomes more insistent, her fingers digging into your scrotum as she tries to draw every last drop of your essence from your balls. With a final, powerful motion, she squeezes hard, unleashing a torrent of hot cum directly into her mouth and down her throat. Your cock throbs violently, emptying itself completely into her willing maw. The Idol of Venus whispers triumphantly in your ear, "You are the master. You are the god."

As the last drops of your seed trickle down the back of the milf's throat, the Idol of Venus withdraws its influence from both of you. You let go of her hair, watching with satisfaction as she coughs and splutters on the floor, spent and used. The Idol of Venus glides silently away, leaving you free to seek out new victims for your domination.

As the Idol of Venus departs once more, it leaves behind a subtle but noticeable effect: you feel yourself growing taller. Your spine straightens, your shoulders broaden, and your chest expands ever so slightly. The change is barely perceptible, but it radiates confidence and dominance nonetheless.ares

Wandering the streets late at night, the cool air caressing your newly heightened form, you spot a prostitute huddled in a doorway. Her clothes are cheap and revealing, her makeup smeared and desperate. The Idol of Venus stirs within you, drawn to the pathetic display of submission before you. With a predatory smile, you approach her.

Your voice, now deeper and more commanding thanks to the Idol's influence, echoes through the night. "You there," you growl, pointing at the prostitute. "I want you to grow." The words seem to carry an irresistible power; despite her fear and confusion, she feels compelled to obey.

The milf's body begins to shift and contort as the Idol takes control. Her breasts swell larger, her hips widen, her legs lengthen.

"Cum for me," you say, more softly this time. It's almost a whisper, yet it carries the weight of an order. The prostitute-turned-megalomaniac whimpers, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels the pressure building inside her. With a loud moan, she arches her back and releases a torrent of hot cum onto the ground, shaking with pleasure as she does so.

You watch, detached but aroused, as the Idol continues its work on her.

As if compelled by some unseen force, the newly enlarged woman sinks to her knees and begins lapping at the sticky mess on the pavement. She licks and slurps hungrily, cleaning up every last drop of her own release. Her tongue darts out, tasting the mixture of saltiness and sweetness that is uniquely hers.

The Idol of Venus watches over her, satisfied with its handiwork. You turn away, feeling a thrill run through you at the power you now possess.

As you continue down the street, your eyes are drawn to a pair of figures standing near a street corner: a male officer and a female officer. They seem to be engrossed in conversation, their heads close together as they whisper. The Idol of Venus stirs within you once more, sensing an opportunity for further domination.

Carefully, you approach them from behind. "Excuse me," you say, sounding casual but authoritative, "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about...growth."

The officers look up in surprise, then exchange uncertain glances. Before they can react further, however, the Idol of Venus takes control. Their bodies begin to shift and stretch, growing larger and stronger under its influence. Their uniforms strain against newly defined muscles, and their features become more pronounced and dominant.

As the transformation completes itself, you step back, admiring your handiwork. The male officer now stands several inches taller than his former self, while the female has grown even larger and curvier.

Without further preamble, you grab the newly enlarged male officer by the crotch and begin stroking his swollen length. He gasps and moans, arching his back into your touch. His erection throbs in your palm, ready and eager for release.

Turning to face the female officer, you hold out the engorged member toward her. She hesitates only a moment before taking it into her mouth, sucking hungrily as she positions herself behind the male officer.

Wandering away from the scene of your latest conquest, you spot a lone figure standing on a deserted street corner. As you approach, you recognize him as a man who's been on the receiving end of your powers before. His body still bears the marks of your previous dominance, but he seems to crave more. The Idol of Venus senses this, and responds accordingly.

With a sly grin, you place your hand on his shoulder. "You know what time it is,"

As your touch connects with his skin, the Idol of Venus takes control once again. The man's eyes roll back in his head, and his entire demeanor shifts. His chest expands, pushing outward as his breasts grow larger and rounder, spilling free from his shirt. His voice deepens, becoming higher-pitched and girlish. He begins to giggle uncontrollably, flailing his arms around and showing off his newfound curves.

"Oh my God!"

As if compelled by an invisible force, the newly transformed bimbo-slut turns her head toward you, presenting her now voluptuous rear end. Her cheeks wobble enticingly, begging for your touch. Without hesitation, you reach out and smack her hard across both cheeks. She yelps in mock pain, then giggles even harder.

"Again! Please sir, may I have another?" she pouts, batting her eyelashes dramatically.

Her ass still stinging from the first slap, the bimbo-slut eagerly anticipates the next strike. This time, when you deliver it, she lets out a high-pitched squeal that echoes down the empty street. "Ow!" she cries, doubling over at the impact. "That hurt! You're so mean!" She giggles hysterically, running her hands through her now silky hair.

"Oh please," she whispers, leaning closer to you. "

Her eyes glint with desire as she answers your question. "Please, sir...tell me what to do." Her voice is breathy and seductive now, drawing you in despite yourself. The Idol of Venus hums contentedly within you, sensing its power and influence growing stronger with each passing moment.

Grinning wickedly, you reach out and grasp the newly enlarged orbs of flesh that are her ass cheeks. She gasps, arching her back into your touch as pleasure washes over her. Her nipples harden beneath her lacy bra, and her mouth falls open in silent ecstasy.

With a firm grip, you spin her around, pressing her body against yours.

As you press your erect member against the bimbo-slut's newly feminine folds, the Idol of Venus surges forward, eager for release. With a grunt, you thrust inside her, filling her up with hot, pulsing length. She moans loudly, rocking her hips back and forth to meet each stroke. Her breasts sway freely, their weight adding to the sensation of being taken roughly from behind.

Sweat beads on your brow as you pound away at her, the Idol of Venus urging you onward toward greater and greater heights of domination. The bimbo-slut's cries echo through the empty streets, drawing the attention of passersby who can only watch, helpless, as they witness your power over her.

As you continue to fuck her, her body begins to swell and grow larger once again.