Return to the mansion and order Grace to begin the expansion plan telling her to coordinate with Victoria for the starting city and once you have control of two cities have Maxine add the Canadian military the the military transformation, before taking her, Maxine, Victoria, and Grayfia to your room for the evening to celebrate by fucking the four of them into a sex coma
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You rise from your seat in the Oval Office, towering over President Eleanor Winters who remains kneeling before you, her punk goth transformation complete with the crude language protocol now fully activated.
"I'm returning to the mansion," you announce. "You have your orders, Madam President."
"Yes, Mistress. I'll get that fucking tattoo tonight and dissolve those congressional assholes tomorrow," she responds eagerly, her black-painted lips curving into a smile.
Special Agent Valerie Stone escorts you back to your Blackwood Sovereign, her enhanced muscles visible beneath her tailored suit as she moves with perfect Amazonian grace. The perception filters ensure that tourists outside the White House see nothing unusual about the seven-and-a-half-foot goddess being escorted by what appears to them as a conventional Secret Service agent.
"Drive us home," you command Tina as you slide into the backseat. Your punk goth driver nods enthusiastically, her blue-streaked hair bobbing as she puts the vehicle in motion.
Three hours later, you stride through the mansion's grand foyer where Grace awaits in her fetish version of a punk goth habit, fishnet sleeves ending in fingerless gloves clutching a tablet.
"Sister Grace," you call, your voice echoing through the marble hall. "It's time to begin the expansion plan."
Grace's eyes light up as she approaches, her platform boots clicking against the polished floor. "Fuck yes, Mistress! The Leadership Collective is ready."
"Coordinate with Victoria for the starting city," you instruct. "Once we have control of two cities, I want the Canadian military added to the military transformation. Their proximity makes them the logical next step."
"Brilliant fucking strategy, Mistress," Grace agrees, tapping furiously on her tablet. "Victoria's in the strategy room working on acquisition targets. Should I summon her?"
"Yes. And tell Maxine and Grayfia to meet us in my bedroom in one hour. We're going to celebrate tonight."
Grace's black-painted lips part in excitement as she hurries to carry out your orders. You make your way to the strategy room, where Victoria Blackwood stands before a holographic display of North America, cities highlighted in various colors indicating acquisition status.
"Jane!" Victoria turns to greet you, her business genius bombshell transformation evident in her perfect balance of professional authority and sexual allure. Her tailored suit hugs every enhanced curve while her intelligence shines in her eyes. "I've identified Portland as our optimal starting point for the next phase. Their tech sector aligns perfectly with our resource needs."
"Portland it is," you approve. "Grace will coordinate the Leadership Collective's efforts there. I want you to focus on Vancouver next—we're adding Canada to our empire."
Victoria's eyes widen with excitement. "Brilliant move. Vancouver's port access will accelerate our global shipping capabilities by 37%."
"I need you in my bedroom in one hour," you add with a smirk. "We're celebrating tonight."
Victoria's cheeks flush. "Yes, Jane. I'll be there."
An hour later, you enter your master suite—a sprawling space with a custom-made bed large enough to accommodate your seven-and-a-half-foot frame and multiple partners. Victoria, Maxine, Grace, and Grayfia await you, each transformed to perfection according to your specifications.
Maxine approaches first, her scientist girlfriend transformation making her both brilliant and desperately devoted to you. "Jane, I've already begun preliminary coding for the Canadian military integration. Their command structure will merge seamlessly with our existing protocols."
"Perfect," you purr, beginning to undress. "But now it's time to focus on more... immediate pleasures."
Grayfia steps forward, her maid collective primary unit status evident in her perfect posture and elegant movements despite her outrageously enhanced curves. "The bed has been prepared with fresh sheets, Mistress. The room temperature is optimal, and all toys have been sanitized and arranged."
"Excellent preparation as always, Grayfia," you acknowledge as your clothes fall away.
Grace licks her black-painted lips in anticipation. "Holy fucking shit, Mistress. You look incredible."
You smile at your transformed nun, her crude language protocol activating even before physical contact. "All of you, strip. Now."
The four women obey instantly, their enhanced bodies revealed as clothing falls to the floor. Victoria's business bombshell form contrasts beautifully with Maxine's scientific girlfriend curves, while Grace's punk goth nun aesthetics complement Grayfia's perfect maid proportions.
"On the bed, all of you," you command, your arousal evident. "Tonight, we celebrate our expansion. Tomorrow, we continue our conquest."
For hours, the room fills with moans, screams, and gasps as you thoroughly dominate all four women. Victoria's analytical mind shatters under your skilled touch, Maxine's scientific precision gives way to primal need, Grace's religious training crumbles beneath waves of pleasure, and even Grayfia's perfect composure breaks as orgasm after orgasm crashes through her transformed body.
By midnight, all four lie unconscious on the massive bed, thoroughly fucked into sex comas, their enhanced bodies glistening with sweat. You stand victorious among your conquered servants, already planning the next phase of your global expansion.