Try going to work

Sophie: "If everyone's like this... maybe work wouldn't be such a bad idea after all!"

You immediately head out the front door. Your neighbours, who are supposed to be retirees, seem more spry and virile than ever before, as they fuck their way through their front lawn. No wrinkles or saggy skin to speak of - the man only has a stylish streak of silver hair. Seems that people's bodies no longer **** with age. You wonder if that means people don't die of natural causes anymore? The planet's going to be overpopulated very soon with this fertility rate. But that's no concern of yours - with your powers everything is a non-issue. You could even create new planets to house all the extra people.

The bus arrives. From the see-through sides of the vehicle, you can see that the bus is powered by twelve couples hooked up to dynamos, rigorously fucking. Most people on the bus are scantily clad - you don't see a single unexposed midriff.

You sit next to a lean and cute guy who's idly masturbating near the front. He doesn't seem to be getting anywhere with it.

Sophie: "Here, lemme get that for you."

Here's where your tail can shine. You elongate it like a tree branch growing in hyperspeed, coiling around his member like a snake. He doesn't resist or reject you in the least bit. You join together the coils of your tail, creating a spontaneous warm, fleshy onahole to service him. As you transform it to match the texture of a pussy, he cums. Thinking quick, you use your ear-powered telekinesis to give him a rapid-fire handjob, while also squeezing hard on his prostate. He has an unthinkably blissful orgasm.

Cute guy: "T-t-t-tha-a-ank, y-yo-uou..."

Seems that you've already mastered socializing in this new pornverse of yours.

The bus arrives at your workplace, where you jump off. You notice that somehow, the hiss of pneumatics from the bus's doors has been replaced with the sound of a moaning woman. Knowing how the engine works, you wouldn't be surprised if there was a woman hooked up to a dildo that moves with the door.

As you enter your office floor, your beloved supervisor Stacy is there to greet you. She's wearing an excessively sexualised office lady outfit - stilettos, leggings, a white shirt straining against an enormous bust, and a hastily tied hairbun with a pencil through it. Her hourglass figure is preposterous - if she had an inflatable pool toy around her waist, you probably couldn't even notice from most angles. She looks angrier than an inconvenienced hamster, and hornier than a hornet's nest.

She approaches you, pointedly pulling down her glasses to look at you from under her brows as she speaks, practically shaking with arousal through her imponent tsundere rage.

Stacy: "S-Sophie- You're late as f-ffuck. What kind of lame-o excuses can I s-ex-sspect to hear from you today?"

God, Stacy's whole shtick is at its bursting point. She's like a porn jenga. You believe you'll pull out a brick. You sneakily snake your stretchy tail behind her like the ambush predator that you are, and pull out the pencil from her hair bun with it.

Stacy's hair falls down, her glasses drop to the floor and every seam in her clothes tears open, leaving her prancing in her underwear. She looked like a supermodel before, and now... well, she still looks like a supermodel, but a more conventional one.

Stacy: "Oh! Oooouu... I can't take this anymore!"

Overdramatically she throws her clipboard behind her and throws herself onto you. You fall back onto the floor, hard. She's so thick it's like she's made out of sacks of grain tied together with silken lace. She starts to grind herself against your knee.

Stacy: "Hng! You horny!!! Pervy!!!! NAUGHTY GIRL!!!, teasing me day to day with your f-f-f-f-f-fuckinfgff gorgeoys bo-dyhhh!!!! HOWW ARE YOU SO HOTTT-??!!"

She orgasms in a matter of seconds, before tearing off your panties and starting to voraciously eat you out. Not one to decline reciporation, you lean back and let her dine upon you. You wrap your tail twice around her neck and your lower body and tie it into a neat bowtie, making sure that she won't pull out before you've cummed.

Sophie: "I could get used to this. I so could get used to this."

After Stacy is done, you casually get up, slap her ass and head over to your work station. Dave from the PR department (which now stands for PoRn department) is there waiting for you. He's wearing nothing but a collar and bow tie on his neck and an ill-fitting speedo which does nothing to hide his enormous bulge.

Dave: "Sophie, I've been reviewing you lately, and you've fornicated with six different superiors on twenty separate occasions just last week alone."

Sophie: "And?"

Dave: "Nice job! You dom CEO's like they were goddamn interns - nobody else here can do that. You're the best, Sophie."

Sophie: "I'm a busy kitten. If you came here to kiss my ass, I'd prefer that you do so literally."

Dave: "With pleasure!"

Conveniently enough, your chair has a recess which enables facesitting, if not necessitate it. Dave happily licks your asshole all morning long while you play Microsoft Solitaire on your work computer while inattentively giving Dave the best tailjob of his life. You notice that the Solitaire cards are a nude deck. Come lunch time, you see women eating bananas and whole baguettes by deep throating them. The toilet stalls in your workplace don't even have plumbing - they have regular chairs. All the stalls have glory holes on both sides, some of them several.

Seems like your porn world has made some fairly extensive changes not only to society but human biology too. Humans no longer need to breathe or excrete. Perhaps you could improve upon this further and change human biology in some other ways as well?