Inspired by the sight before you, you hold you hands behind you head and blast an unending torrent and walk forward, determined to hit everything in sight. You pass crowds of people, from families to couples, genders to street preformers, each changing. A family of 3 boys and two tired parents becomes a line of futas each fucking anther with the mother in the fath, the father in the eldest, and the brothers down in descending age. A boy and his mother leave a pet store as he plays with a new exited puppy. A wave of spun passes and the pet store now sells anthropomorphic futas, the boy now loli futa being mounted by his new futa pet, begging to have her pups as the mother Jacks off on them. At a tatoos parlor, a large, gruff man walks out, a number of intimidating tattoo all over him. Your current of Jiz passes, as the shop is still a tatoos parlor, but the front is cover in ne tatoos promotions, consisting of nothing but tramp stamps and whorish designs. The gruff man runs into a perfect prostitute, an outfit the resembles your bearly covering cloth, 10 in latex thigh highs, covered in piercings and tatoos to show she's a cum dump and proud if it.
You keep going and going those you change as you pass fu k and com themselves, and in to the changes as more of the more shifts in response. Massive dildos to every seat, more stripper poles, the strip club lighting begins to fill the place as it begins to look more like a flash rave than a place of business. A play pen becomes a little stripper stage, with the lolis dancing around their polls, the food court shifts as all food becomes sperm based and the servers become hyper sexualized futas or whatever ethnicity of the food they served. A small book store haa a few anima nerds reading their favorite manga, it shifts into a store of nothing but futa porn, those same nerds tern into Anima style futas, their big eyes sparkling as their read hentai. middle of the main area, ferris wheel for promotion shifts into a rotating stripper stage, a couple bloated teenage futas main the gate. You leave no stone unturned as you walk through the employee only section, turning any back worker into a sweaty sentual moving futa worker. So of these works start fucking one another, as the manger, a bald older looking man in kakies, white shirt and tie comes out,
"Hey you two, get back to work,"
He gets a good blast from you as the age melts away, his triple L cup breasts jiggle as she moans.
"Save it for break, when you can fill me up."
She jokes, strutting away in 8 in heals, black micro skirt and a tied up whit shirt.
You continue your quest, blasting and blasting, occasionally being fill aging by passing futas. Outside, the building shifts again, looking like a giant strip club, the sign changing into pink neon lights that reads "maternity ward park mall," an acompaning image of a heavily preteen futa spewing out.
You finally stop and enjoy the scenes around you, as ever person here is a futa, either fucking, dancing on poles or strutting around. You bask in the glory you've route, knowing that this was just the beginning.