The effect on my friends and I were immediate. We didn't change physically so much as mentally. I suddenly realized the rest of us were masturbating: Kent had his pants around his ankles and Dan's dick was sticking through his fly. We also had not budged from the exit of the theater, so plenty of people were walking by to get in and out.
A bystander had been watching horrified for a minute before running off toward a nearby patrol car. Soon enough, they were both on our group, confronting Jeff as he was obviously the leader now.
"Hey, son, what do y-"
We would never hear the second portion of that.
Jeff, as he was fucking my throat, interrupted the cop with a few simple words. "Hey, copper, you're gonna make your snitch eat your gun and fire up into his head."
Things happened so quickly that all I heard was a mumbling sound, muffled screaming, a loud pop, then the thud of the killjoy's body hitting the ground.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT DID I JUST DO???"
Jeff, reserving most of his energy for my fuckhole, sighed, "Calm down, copper. You do this all the time to unwitting black folk. For that, how about you use your gun as a dildo until you're sure it has a clean shot for your heart, then pump yourself full of lead. The moment your heart bursts, your balls will detach and cum through your cock. At that point, a dog eating your genitals is nothing less than you deserve. Now, thank me for your fate."
The man sobbed convulsively as he leaned back onto the ground and began the process of ripping his hole open with his own loaded gun.
"Th-thank you, sir. I love life, but if this serves you best..."
I could tell this uncontrolled power made Jeff incredibly horny, as his dick pulsed further and further down my throat. His huge bull balls were dripping with my saliva and his precum, and I instinctively reached up to fondle them. I was a pervert, just like Jeff had said earlier, after all. And apparently were my friends as well cause Kent had waddled to another shocked bystander, continuing to masturbate furiously. He yelled back to Jeff, "Hey, you should probably make our behavior and that cop's pretty normal, or else we're gonna have a lot of "suicidal" maniacs." Jeff grunted in agreement, and maybe would have saved everyone if he hadn't just thought of a better idea.