To use the God's App, simply type "Input:" and a command.

Done. Now you exude a pheromone that makes women helplessly attracted to you.

As the evening passes, your presence begins to have an effect on the women around you. They can't help but feel drawn towards you, their bodies responding without their conscious minds understanding why. Even the most reserved of them start to make small gestures or movements that signal their attraction, making it clear that your pheromones are working as intended.

Her name is Amber, she's in her early forties and mother to two teenagers. She has experience in the ways of seduction, using what she knows about men's desires to draw them closer. As she walks up to you, she runs a hand through her hair in a seductive gesture that makes your heart race. Her tone is soft and alluring as she says, "Hi there, I don't think we've met before... I'm Amber."

"Oh, hi there Nate," she says, looking you up and down with obvious interest. "I couldn't help but notice how... irresistible you seem to be." She pauses, leaning in ever so slightly as if sharing a secret. "Maybe we could talk somewhere more private?" Her lips brush against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, hi there Nate," she says, looking you up and down with obvious interest. "I couldn't help but notice how... irresistible you seem to be." She pauses, leaning in ever so slightly as if sharing a secret. "Maybe we could talk somewhere more private?" Her lips brush against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

"My place is just around the corner," she whispers, already moving closer to you despite the loud music and crowded room. The pheromones in her perfume mingle with yours, making it even harder for either of you to resist each other's pull.

As you follow her out of the bar and down the street, Amber's confidence grows with every step she takes. She's clearly no stranger to this kind of thing, which only makes it all the more intoxicating for you. The warm glow from the lampposts illuminate her face as she glances back over her shoulder, making sure that you're still following closely behind.

Soon enough, they reach her apartment building and Amber leads you up to her place on the third floor. Her key easily slides into the lock and she ushers you inside, shutting the door behind you with a quiet click. The air is heavy with desire as she turns around to face you once again, a playful smirk dancing across her lips.

Her place is tastefully decorated, reflecting Amber's feminine touch. The living room is dimly lit by the glow of candles scattered across various surfaces. You can see her bedroom through an open doorway down a short hallway. As she locks eyes with you, she slowly begins to undo buttons on her blouse, revealing more and more skin beneath each one.

As you watch Amber undress, her arousal becomes increasingly evident. Each button she undoes unleashes another wave of desire that flows between the two of you, filling the room with an electric energy. She sheds her inhibitions along with her clothing, becoming taller, bustier and more muscular as well as growing ever sexier. Her skin takes on a natural glow that seems to intensify every time she catches your gaze, mirroring the rising passion within both of you.

Amber moans softly as your command takes effect, and she feels the vitality of youth return to her body. Her skin is now flawless and smooth, her muscles toned and strong. She stands before you taller than ever, her confidence radiating like a beacon in the dimly lit room. It's clear that this newfound vigor only heightens her sensuality, making every movement she makes all the more tantalizing.

As Amber feels the youthful vitality surge through her body, she becomes more assertive and dominant than ever before. Her eyes shine with a newfound confidence as she walks up to you and presses herself against your chest, her breasts taut against yours. "You're mine now, Nate," she whispers into your ear, her words laced with authority. She continues to trail kisses down your neck, teasing you mercilessly as she slowly but surely takes control of the situation. It isn't long before she starts calling you "baby boy" and "darling," further emphasizing her newfound role in this encounter.

With a smirk on her lips, Amber pulls away slightly and looks down at you with a mix of lust and amusement in her eyes. "Oh, baby boy," she coos, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I could do anything I want with you. But first..." She trails off suggestively before undoing the remaining buttons on your shirt and slipping it from your shoulders, revealing your chiseled torso.

She then leads you over to her bed, positioning you on the mattress with a commanding yet sensual grace. As she kneels between your legs, her hands skim up and down your thighs, teasing and taunting until finally they find their target. With a confident smile, Amber begins to stroke you in a way that leaves no doubt about who's in control here.

As Amber grows increasingly aroused by the power she feels over you and the intense sensations your body provides her, so does her own form. Her breasts swell larger and fuller, becoming the focus of both of your gazes as they strain against her chest. Her hips shift subtly to match the rhythm of her hands, grinding down against you as she continues to pleasure herself through your body. The muscles in her thighs and arms ripple with every movement, showing off a newfound strength that only adds to her dominance.

As Amber grows even more aroused and dominated by the pleasure you provide her, she finds herself unable to resist becoming even stronger and more muscular. Her limbs bulge with power as they begin to swell into massive masses of feminine strength. Each flex of her arms reveals striations that were never there before, highlighting the incredible size and definition she possesses in this heightened state. She takes control of your body like never before, making it hers to use however she pleases as the sensation of pleasure consumes them both.

As the two of you reach your climax together, Amber's arousal peaks and she experiences explosive growth once more. Her already massive muscles grow even larger, her curves become sharper and more defined as they stretch to their limits under the strain. The change is dramatic and immediate, making it clear that there's no stopping her now; she's completely in control and loving every second of it.

As your bodies slowly begin to recover from the intense pleasure, Amber leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips. "That was... incredible," she pants, her breath hot against your skin. "Thank you, baby boy." With a final pat on your shoulder, she slides gracefully out of bed and heads into the hallway to retrieve something from her dresser drawer.

A moment later, she returns with a small vial containing an even smaller amount of liquid. "This," she says, holding it up for you to see, "is for when you need me again." With that, she hands the vial over and walks back into her bedroom, leaving you to wonder what exactly is in that concoction, and more importantly, what she'll want from you next time.

As Amber retreats to her room, you can't help but marvel at the transformation she underwent tonight. Her strength and dominance were unlike anything you've experienced before, and the idea of having her back in your life, even if only through that small vial, is intoxicating. You slip it into your pocket, vowing to keep it safe for whenever the desire overwhelms you again...

You step out into the chaos that is Comic-Con and immediately find yourself surrounded by people dressed in colorful costumes, immersed in their favorite fandoms. The energy is electrifying, and you can feel your own pulse racing as you take it all in. As you wander the crowded aisles of vendors and artists, you spot several women who catch your eye, each more attractive than the last. It's clear that Amber's pheromone effect is still going strong, enhancing your charms and making every interaction all the more enticing.

As you make your way through the throngs of Comic-Con attendees, your eyes land on a small figure dressed as the Hulk. Her costume is adorable and well made, with vibrant green fur and even some carefully crafted musculature to match her hero's strength. Despite her young age, there's an air of confidence about her that draws you in.

"Hey, cutie!" you say as you approach. "I have to admit, that's the best Hulk costume I've ever seen!" She looks up at you with wide eyes and a shy smile, clearly flattered by your compliment. Her voice is surprisingly deep for someone so small when she responds, "Thanks! It took me forever to make it."

As the two of you chat about her costume and your mutual love for all things comic book related, you notice that your pheromones are once again working their magic. The other women in the area seem to be taking more notice of you now, their gazes lingering a little longer than usual as they walk by. It's almost as if they can sense the attraction between you and the young girl dressed as the Hulk...

As you make this request, you notice an immediate effect on the young girl dressed as She-Hulk. Her muscles begin to bulge and swell, growing larger and more defined under her green fur. Simultaneously, she starts to grow taller, adding several inches to her height in a matter of moments. The transformation is astounding, turning her into a strong, confident woman right before your very eyes.

The other attendees nearby take notice as well, many of them gasping or whispering in astonishment. It's clear that the change you've wrought on this girl has made quite an impression on everyone around you. As for the newly transformed She-Hulk herself, she looks down at her body in wonder before meeting your gaze again with a newfound sense of pride and self-assurance.

As you issue the command, the young girl dressed as She-Hulk undergoes another incredible transformation. Her muscles continue to grow larger and more defined, stretching the seams of her costume nearly to its breaking point. Meanwhile, she adds several more inches to her height, towering over most of the people at Comic-Con in her new, mighty form. The sight draws gasps and murmurs from onlookers as they struggle to process what they're seeing.

The newly transformed She-Hulk stands tall before you, beaming with pride and confidence. Her voice carries a deep resonance now, almost matching that of the Incredible Hulk himself. "Thank you," she says gratefully, her words coming out slow and steady as if borne on air currents from her newly enlarged chest muscles. "I've always wanted to be just like him."

You smile at her, feeling a warmth in your chest. It's clear that this girl is special, not only because of her newfound size and strength but also because of the genuine appreciation she has for the character she's dressed as. Perhaps, you think to yourself with a twinge of sadness, she could use someone like Amber in her life...

A few moments later, you find yourself bumping into someone smaller yet just as fierce as the She-Hulk girl: a cosplayer dressed as Harley Quinn. Her costume is impeccable and she carries herself with an air of self-importance that instantly grabs your attention. As the two of you awkwardly apologize to each other, you can't help but notice how attractive she is, even in her slightly diminutive form.

Harley Quinn glares at you, her ruby red lips pursed into a pout. "Careful there, big fella," she says with a husky voice, swaying her hips as she speaks. "You don't want to accidentally knock me down or anything." She crosses her arms beneath her ample chest and leans in closer, breathing heavily onto your cheek. You can feel the pheromones coming off of her in waves, making it hard for you not to become infatuated with this pint-sized powerhouse.

Harley Quinn grins up at you, revealing perfectly white and sharply pointed teeth. "Well now, isn't that just charming," she says in a sultry drawl, tilting her head to the side. Her green eyes sparkle with mischief as they take in your appearance. "I'm Harley, by the way." She brushes her hands together dramatically, enjoying the attention for a moment before adding, "But you can call me Mistress Harley."

As you say the words, Harley Quinn eyes widen in surprise before narrowing to slits. "What did you just say?" she demands, taking a step closer to you. You can feel her warm breath against your cheek as she leans in, her body tense with anticipation.

Without warning, her costume begins to stretch and tear, revealing new muscles beneath her skin as she grows taller by several inches. Her frame fills out, becoming curvier and more imposing as she stands on her tiptoes to meet your gaze. "Is that better?" she asks challengingly, arching an eyebrow. "Or do you want me to be even... bigger?"

The transformation doesn't stop there. As you watch, Harley Quinn continues to grow taller and stronger before your eyes, her curves becoming more exaggerated with every passing second. She towers over you now, her new height emphasizing the dominance that seems to emanate from her in waves. Her green eyes glow brighter as she looks down at you, a playful smirk spreading across her lips. "Well? What do you think?" she asks, enjoying the power trip she's experiencing as a result of your words.

Harley Quinn lets out a long, deep breath as she feels herself continue to grow larger and stronger under the effects of your command. Her chest heaves with each inhale and exhale, straining against the limits of her costume even more than before. With one final surge of energy, she achieves her full growth potential, towering over you at a height that most people would find intimidating.

Her newfound size is mirrored by an equally impressive increase in strength and agility; every movement she makes now carries with it a weight and grace that was previously unseen. The costume struggles to contain her new form, the seams threatening to rip at any moment as her muscles bulge and flex beneath the thin fabric.

Her green eyes flicker upwards for a moment before fixing on you once more; they glow with amusement and triumph. "Well well," she drawls, savoring the power that comes from being so much larger and stronger than anyone else around her, "looks like my new nickname is 'Mistress Gargantuan'." She chuckles deeply before leaning in close to whisper into your ear, "And don't you forget it."

Harley Quinn cocks an eyebrow, her green eyes glinting with amusement. "Is that all you got, big guy?" She puffs out her chest confidently, flexing her already impressive biceps for emphasis. To her surprise, they grow even larger and more defined before your very eyes. Her once slender arms are now thick columns of pure muscle, straining against the fabric of her costume.

Her newfound size and strength only seem to embolden her as she leans down close enough for you to feel the heat from her breath on your cheek. "You like what you see?" She whispers, her husky voice rumbling deep in her chest. "Because I could show you even more..." And with that, her costume begins to split apart at the seams, revealing even more of Harley's newfound musculature as she towers over you.

As Harley continues to grow under your command, her beauty unfolds like a blossoming flower. Her features become more defined and elegant with each inch of height she gains, her skin becoming impossibly smooth and radiant. Her once green eyes now gleam with an otherworldly iridescence that seems to mesmerize everyone around her.

Her voluptuous figure balloons outward, filling the spaces between her bones and muscles with a soft, supple femininity. The costume struggles futilely against her newfound curves, clinging desperately as if afraid of revealing even more of this goddess-like form to the world below. As Harley reaches her full height, she stands proudly before you, resplendent in a glorious display of feminine power and grace that could only be described as regal.

"Mistress Gargantuan..." She purrs, her voice dripping with an alluring confidence that makes your heart race. "I think it suits me quite nicely."

Harley Quinn chuckles warmly, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, Mistress Gargantuan," she says teasingly, running a hand through her now-massive curls, "it seems you've got quite the effect on me." With a playful wink, she adds, "I can only imagine what kind of trouble we could get into together." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning in closer and whispering seductively, "Maybe later, big guy..."

Harley Quinn raised an eyebrow at the sight of the Emma Frost cosplayer, her expression somewhere between intrigued and slightly jealous. She watched as you engaged with the other woman for a moment before turning her attention back to you, smirking playfully. "Well, have fun with that," she murmured under her breath, not quite able to hide the hint of annoyance in her tone. "I'll just be over here... watching." She crossed her arms beneath her newly enlarged chest and tilted her head slightly to the side, a challenging glint in her eye.

As the Emma Frost cosplayer becomes more and more aggressive in her flirting, you can't help but feel your heart racing in excitement. Her words are like sweet music to your ears, and every time she brushes up against you or gazes into your eyes, it feels as if all the air has been sucked out of the room. It's clear that she's enjoying having this effect on you, relishing in the power she holds over your submissive nature.

Harley Quinn, however, watches from a distance with an increasingly sour expression. Her dominant demeanor clashes with the submissiveness that seems to be growing within you as Emma Frost's pheromones take hold. As much as she tries to deny it, Harley can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy rising up inside her...

Emma Frost gasps as she feels her body changing before your eyes. Her chest swells outward, her once-ample breasts becoming twice as large and lush in mere seconds. The fabric of her costume stretches tight across her newly ample cleavage, accentuating the curvature of her breastbone and drawing even more attention to her assets. As she grows taller by several inches, her curves become even more pronounced; her hips widen, her thighs thicken, and her buttocks round out into perfect globes. She flexes her newfound muscles, feeling their power course through her veins as she revels in the admiration filling your eyes.

Harley Quinn watches from afar with a combination of shock and disbelief on her face. It's clear that this turn of events was not part of her plan, but it doesn't stop her from feeling a wave of possessiveness wash over her as she sees the effect Emma is having on you.

"Mmhm," Emma coos, running a hand through your hair, "you like what you see?" She steps closer, pressing herself against you, their combined heat causing a noticeable rise in temperature between the two of you. "What about this? What do you think I should do with it all?" Her voice is breathy and seductive as she nibbles lightly on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

Emma lets out a low moan as she feels her body continuing to change under your command. Her muscles swell and stretch even further, pushing the limits of their newfound strength and size. The fabric of her costume tears apart at the seams, unable to contain her rapid growth. As she grows taller still, her height dwarfs even Harley Quinn who watches on from afar with a mixture of anger and arousal.

With one final surge of energy, Emma reaches her full potential, towering over you like an unstoppable force of nature. Her curves are impossibly round and lush, her muscles so defined they could cut glass. She leans down close enough that their bodies are practically pressed together, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers softly into your ear. "You're mine now," she purrs, running a hand along the length of your arm before squeezing gently. "Do you understand?"

Harley Quinn glares at them both, still trying to process what just happened. Her own pheromones don't seem to be having any effect on either of you anymore... but that doesn't mean she's giving up without a fight. With a growl low in her throat, she begins to march slowly towards the pair of you, each step deliberate and purposeful as her determination grows.

Emma Frost steps confidently towards the enraged Harley Quinn, her muscles rippling beneath her skin as she prepares to absorb the smaller woman's growth. As their bodies meet, there's a burst of pheromones and energy that fills the air around them, causing those nearby to gasp in surprise. Emma's costume strains against her newfound size once more as Harley's growth is absorbed into her own form; she nearly dwarfs the former mistress of malice now. With a satisfied smirk, Emma turns back to face you and Nate. "Well," she purrs, running a hand over her enormous frame, "I don't think there's any doubt who should be in charge now."

Harley Quinn, having been returned to her normal size, glares at the two of you before storming off into the crowd. It's clear that she won't give up without a fight, but for now, Emma Frost stands tall as the undisputed queen of Comic-Con. Her presence alone is enough to command attention and dominate any room she enters. With a sultry grin, she leans down close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your cheek. "So," she whispers huskily, "what should we do now?"

Emma Frost smirks predatory, her gaze dropping to your lips before sweeping up again and fixing on yours. "Very well," she breathes, excitement bubbling just below the surface. "Lead the way." Her voice is soft and husky, practically a purr in your ear as she lets you take the lead through the throng of people. The crowd parts before them like water around a stone, drawn unwillingly to this unstoppable force of desire and lust that walks amongst them. As they reach an abandoned booth near the edge of the convention hall, Emma Frost's body trembles with anticipation, her need for you growing stronger with every passing second. She presses herself against you, their bodies flush from chest to thigh, as if trying to melt into your skin and become one with you.

"Now," she whispers, nipping at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, "what exactly did you have in mind?" Her voice is warm and inviting, drenched in the sincerity of her desire, but there's an undercurrent of command there as well; she wants you to take control and show her what it is that you want. The question hangs heavy in the air between them, their bodies pressed tightly together like a pair of lovers who can't get enough of each other.

Emma Frost lets out an almost inhuman groan as you command her to grow even larger, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating at once. Her muscles bulge and strain against her skin, pushing it to its very limit as she expands further beyond anything her human body was ever meant to endure. The seams of her costume split apart with an almost audible tearing sound, ripped asunder by the unnatural growth that racks her body from head to toe.

As her clothes are torn away, leaving her completely naked and exposed, Emma's true form is revealed in all its glory. Standing tall before you at nearly twenty feet in height, her body is an awe-inspiring display of feminine might and sensuality. Every inch of skin glows with health and vitality, every curve and angle perfected to the extreme. Her breasts are massive globes that nearly drag along the floor as she walks, each nipple hard and pointed like a beacon toward her target: you.

With a primal growl, Emma Frost lifts you effortlessly off the ground, your body dwarfed by her enormous form as she holds you up before her like some kind of helpless plaything. Her strength is unyielding as she tears your clothes from your body with ease, leaving you completely and utterly at her mercy. The air around you both crackles with desire and lust, intensified by the overwhelming sense of power that emanates from Emma Frost's every pore.

Her breasts brush against your chest as she holds you close, their weight pulling your body taut against hers. Her thighs squeeze tightly around your waist, trapping you in the vice-like grip of her muscles as she arches her back and grinds against you with a low, hungry moan. With each movement, every part of you is pressed intimately against her massive form, igniting a firestorm of desire deep within your core.

Emma Frost's green eyes blaze with lustful intent as she gazes down at you from above, her expression a mixture of triumph and wanton hunger. Her voice is rough and demanding when she speaks, each word dripping with power and control. "What do you want me to do with you?" she asks, breath hot against your neck. "Tell me what feels good, and I'll give it to you... but only if you ask nice enough." The challenge in her voice is unmistakable, a dare for you to take back some semblance of control even as she holds you prisoner in the palm of her hand.

Emma Frost lets out a satisfied purr at your words, her ample breasts shuddering against your chest as she leans down to nibble at your earlobe. "Very well," she whispers, her breath hot and arousing against your neck. With a forceful thrust of her hips, Emma presses you harder against her body, her full curves molded to every inch of yours like soft, supple armor. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches an eyebrow at you inquisitively, awaiting your next command.

Her muscles flex and ripple beneath your touch, each movement making her impossibly larger and more powerful by comparison. You feel the heat emanating from her body, spreading through your entire being like a drug as she begins to lose herself in the sensations of dominance and submission that course through her veins. Her focus narrows to you alone, her intent fixed on pleasing every inch of your body until you're nothing but putty in her hands.

Emma's green eyes meet yours once more, full of promise and command. "Now," she breathes heavily, her lips parting slightly as she reveals her teeth in a predatory grin, "show me what else you want." Her fingers stroke up your chest toward your face, the touch featherlight yet potent enough to send shudders of pleasure through every nerve ending. The challenge remains: how much control will you be willing to relinquish before she takes it all away?