Recruit more deities for your pantheon

Sophie: "I've got me a Sataness under my belt. What else, what else...?"

So much wrongdoing in this world of yours, so few Deities to outdo mortals in their own sins. While Falaz is busy singlehandedly eradicating violent crime, your thoughts stray elsewhere.

Sophie: "...The environment! Let's see how quickly the entire political spectrum turns green when I toss my weight around."

In less than an instant, you appear in Brazil, where a group of government-hired mercenaries are hunting down members of a dissenting group of natives in the Amazonian jungle. Most pressingly, a young native man is fractions of inches away from being on the receiving end of a machete.

Just before the strike reaches its target, you've enchanted the mercenary's knife. Now, instead of ****, it delivers the slightest smidgeon of Power.

Another flash of light, a green one this time. The man, formerly small and lean, has now instead become herculean. A mountainous mound of brazen flesh, arms thick as logs, with grass and moss replacing his body hair, this man is now in full control of the Earth's biosphere.

The enchanted knife, still hard as mythril and sharper than a quark, ricochets off the man's indestructible abs, as the mercenary grips his broken wrist in anguish. Your Nature God looms over his attacker like black clouds before a typhoon.

Man: "You've defiled my lands."

The mercenary backs away and fumbles for his last resort: a rifle. Shakily, he unloads a cartridge into the God's torso, to no effect; For he is as durable as all life on Earth combined.

Seeing how things have suddenly turned magical, the mercenary momentarily becomes a 'mercy-nary', begging of this physical God to spare him. After all, he's only a pawn in the grander scheme, where corrupt politicians are ultimately to blame.

Showcasing divine wisdom, this Nature God lets the attackers go, teleporting them into the now-quickly overgrowing grasslands at the border of the forest. However, he curses them to never hurt another human or a tree: any damage done to them will translate on their own bodies.

You appear beside the man, quite literally from the bushes, and weave yourself around his personal space like Satan in the Garden of Eden.

Sophie: "Hi there, big boy. Your methods could use a little more pizzaz, but I love your looks. Whaddya wanna be known as?"

Man: "Call me Ser."

Sophie: "Ser. Tell me, what's it like to have so much power?"

Ser: "It... feels like galaxies of pleasure dancing upon my skin, My Creator. I feel all the pleasures of human- and animalkind at once, multiplied by unfathomable factors... My mind constantly races like the wind, failing to keep up with-"

You begin to stroke him off. Ser immediately hunches over, quietly gasping for breath.

Ser: "A! A-a-ah-.... Ohh..."

Sophie: "You like that don't you, hm?"

In response to jacking off Ser, the natural systems of Earth all rapidly rearrange themselves. The green of leaves turns to fleshy red. All trees and plants on Earth are wired as pleasurable nerve endings, directly connected to him, directing him stimulation in gargantuan pulsing waves. Weather across the globe turns to tropical storms. All animal life capable of doing so goes into heat, including all mature humans.

While this is impressive and all, you ache for something a bit more. Perhaps you could pump out more exoticism from this collective rod of all living things?

Your grip tightens and your pace slows. You massage him meticulously, channeling every potter and baker ever to discover the pinnacle of their abilities. You tickle Ser's manhood with your dainty fingertips, eventually opting to grow a third arm and caress him with a feather instead.

Why stop with one extra arm? You branch out, transforming your hands into various implements, like a massage rods, onaholes, urethral inserts, pinchers and whips. Transforming your arms into stretchy, jointless tentacles, you orchestrate a Biblical storm of stimulus onto Ser's body, tucking, teasing and titillating him from in- and outside.

The effect of your treatment has immediate consequencces: The global weather rises to 80F - even on mountains and polar regions. Every single species of plants begins to spread seeds uncontrollably, as well as bearing fruit, even plants far too small for doing so. Flora in general gradually begins to transform into much more... suggestive shapes, soon even flagellating and producing an overflowing amount of thick, sweet sap.

Said flora grows not only in fertility, but prevalence. Arid deserts, rocky mountains, glaciers and cities are all overrun in a matter of moments with tangy, juicy fruit. Concrete succumbs under rapidly-growing wood, as every building in the world is turned to dust and perfectly replicated with twisting evergreens. Streets overflow with white, and not only from those trillions of liters of sap.

When Ser orgasms, every capable male on the planet orgasms too. Similarly, all capable females are impregnated simultaneously. The **** of his ejaculation severs all of your pleasure tools, clears an area of forest three miles in circumference, and jets you directly into the Moon, which coincidentally happened to be orbiting just above you. From Ser's cum, a new entire ecosystem immediately sprouts onto the Moon's cold and dead surface.

Sophie: "Damn, that's one fertile boy. Oh I've gotta keep him in my books..."