The sphere of influence followed them from the theater so that nobody really bothered them about their nudity or stench. In fact, just about everyone couldn't help but either openly masturbate or partake in lewd acts with whomever was near them.
A man in a suit who was sprinting, likely to catch a meeting between offices, suddenly stopped and ripped the crotch from his pants. He then laid face down on the burning sidewalk to stimulate his penis while humping the ground. He was crying in agony, but precum started to stream from his burning cock. A women came from behind, possibly his coworker, ripping her skirt to strips of fabric. Along with fingering her growing clit, she started pissing on his head and clothed back, which made him moan even louder.
A few waiting on a bus stop bench couldn't help but descend on the homeless guy, who looked much older than he probably was, pushing a cart that had passed them that very moment. One by one, they each found something to use as a makeshift sexual torture device on the helpless man. One found a jug of mysterious thick black liquid, likely motor oil, that they poured on him and all of the "toys." Another found a dog toy that worked pretty well as a butt plug, causing him to scream, probably never having anything up there before. Yet another picked up a small metal spoon and jammed it handle-first into the hobo's urethra. Once the toxic liquid began to absorb into his body, the man started to convulse, vomiting into someone's mouth kissing him, pissing in the face of another and shitting thin diarrhea around the toy. This did not stop the bus stop crew; in fact, they drove harder. It seemed that even the hobo was about to cum from it. Who cared about death when it was now so pleasurable to watch and experience?
Many more very sexy stuff occurred that would make most people stop, but Jeff had greater things in mind. It didn't take long for the duo to reach another locale full of people: the local park. It was large enough to not see the end of it from one side, but not too big that you could get lost for hours.
Jeff made sure to stop before his sphere extended into the park. He looked around ànd saw plenty of potential victims:
there was man with binoculars, a likely birdwatcher, walking down into a pathway that was flanked by thick trees; there was a jungle of metal beams and bars with several small children playing around and parents of varying ages sitting on benches and watching, some with strollers as well; to the souther there were tables and open areas where a few families had begun picnicking, potentially one was a while reunion; finally on the opposite side, there was a fenced off area for dogs to run and play together while their owners partook or just watched.
So much potentiality! Jeff considered turning his sphere completely off so he could corrupt with more finely-tuned details. What to do?