As you saunter out, you think back to the flashlight, and decided to try and mess with it again, just to see if it can help you in your quest. Pulling it out, you get an idea, and try the blue light, and carefully aim it at the area over your crotch. You look down and give a frustrated humph, your inhuman dick looked the exact same.
It was two meters in length and a foot thick, it's dimensions determined by your will. It was lined in the liquid gold piercings in and ornate segmented plating for pleaser and movment, chains connecting to your pussy. Flowing from it was the same golden lucid as your milk and pussy jucie, acting as both milk and sperm, as any luck slut who got a load would be both heavily pregnant and would give birth soon after. Your cock itself was acually not humanly shaped, looking like a mutated horse cock, something else you picked up from those once nerds now futa baby factorys.
You look back into the mall, using your inhuman sight to see if the effect of your divine gift has changed, but by the hordes of futas, it hasn't in your persective. Any person in contact with your liquids would become a in humanly beautiful futa, based on their prefrences. You yourself couldn't tell, but each changed futa had the same level of inhuman beauty and strange traits as your previous version. There where futas with inhuman sized tits, covered in piercings and waring the sluttist of cloths, all in different neon colored body features.
A fat mall cop that hit on women became a french braided neon strawberry blond bimbo. She was dressed in a tiny neon blue strap mini skirt, a neon blue tiny shirt top barley containing her person sized tits and her massive chain pierced nipples. She sauntered away on 10 in platform heeled dress shoes, shifting her neon strawberry blond tatoos, rubbing her bloated belly, as her hark cock bounced with her ample assets.A litte ways away, a group of nerdy men in a book store became a rutting group of gyaru sluts in a hentai shop. Each filling up the other as they read their comics, talking about how much more of a slut the each where. A ways away, an obese man that had been stalking a group of litte girls became gyaru loli. She was tiny, had no tits but a massive ass, waring tiny latex booty shorts and a tiny latex tube top and 6 in, platform high high latex heels. She, like very futa you made, had natural makeup, teal and pink in this case, and covered in childish neon teal and pink tatoos. She was in the middle of the group of girls now futas, taking every dick and enjoying every moment of as her ass bloated, knocked up belly jiggled.
Zone the mall itself changed, jewelry stores turned int piercings parrlors, shoes shops soul only assortments of slutty high heels as clothing boutiques never sold any clothing that covered more than 30% of skin as maternity wards poped up everywhere.
The mall continued to shift as stripper poles grew out everywhere, lighting became stroking erotic lights as the structure changed into what looked like a giant brothel.
You moan as another baby, a futa like all the others, slid out and vanished into your hair but feel slightly disappointed, the stupid thing still doesn't work. You put your phone and flashlight away in your pussy, looking back in the mall. At least you have successfully changed these people into proper breeding sluts, you look out into the city, smirking as you feel it has so much potential.