Graced by a stream of sunlight coming in through the blinds, Jen wakes up with a start. Idly massaging her belly, and tracing her palm down towards her womanhood. Not to masturbate, but idly rubbing herself and letting out a small moan of comfort. Then, with that same hand, she reaches under her pillow, and plucks up their little reality. On her way to the kitchen, as she drowsily navigates her home to the coffee machine, she uses their little drive to satisfy an itch on her right armpit. The non-connector side of the drive getting dirty with a layer of sweaty day-old deodorant and armpit hair too thin for her to notice
“Mmmph… good morning babies...” she says to the little rectangle. She starts brewing some coffee, and then eases herself into a chair at the kitchen table while she waits. Listening to the sound of wind chimes outside, watching the leaves in her backyard’s trees blow in the wind, and humming to herself. Jen then looks to the table. Seeing her phone, and absolutely miniscule flash drive, all dwarfed by her large pregnant belly, she then giggles to herself at a funny idea. Reaching for her phone, and flicking on the camera
“--o now. I… oh. Jen, dear, can you hear me?” Lily (Jenny Two) says, seeing an announcement on a nearby display board that 9 real world hours had just blinked by
“Ah.. good morning ‘Jenny Two’! Did you sleep good?… oh I suppose you didn’t sleep at all. It’s only been like, a second for you right?” Jen’s voice resonates across the still selected town. “Sorry about the cutoff last night! I forgot to charge my laptop and it shut off”
“Yes!! It has, and I’d really appreciate if you didn’t unplug us so much, and used us on something more stable than a laptop! I-if you want, ma-am” She pleads in a not-quite-worried tone, and more out of practicality; wanting to experience as much as possible
“Hmmm.. I’ll think about it...”
“And ma-am could you change my name to what it was before? O-or something else entirely if you want, but something different would be… oh GOODNESS” Jenny Two stumbles back, as the lighting outside and image in the sky change dramatically in an instant. Instead of the 3 girls at a pool, the heavens were taken almost entirely up by Jen’s pregnant stomach, with the little drive precariously perched on top. At the bottom and top of the frame, at the edges of the sky, Jen’s boobs from the nipples down could be clearly seen, along with her vagina mostly blocked by her stomach with the angle the picture was taken at. Some of her brown curly brush could be seen by all though, just over the edge
“Do you think this is a good picture? Or should I take another… humm~” She tap taps her finger on the mouse. Causing everything to harmlessly, but very noticeably shake with each one. “Silly, you said you wanted to be a TOY! Toys don’t get a say in what they’re called~” Jenny teases, as she selects Lily’s name, and replaces it with “Diaper”. Thoughts of her upcoming childbirth clearly on her mind
“A-ah Jen… God please...” She says in an embarrassed huff, as her memories are altered on a whim from Jen. Remembering her first marriage, when her husband in the real world got down on one knee and said “Oh DIAPER, would you be my wife?” followed up with their honeymoon, where the two of them spent a weekend of fucking and getting intimate with one another. The husband pounding his meat into her ass, and moaning like “DIAPER you little slut, mmph~”. And remembering pivotal moments in her life like her first job in the real world, where they set up an engraved nameplate with her name “Miss DIAPER – sales associate” written on it. Her kids as well, all thousands of them over the millennium of digitized life, would likewise have their memories altered as a result of Jen spending 2 seconds replacing that one field of text. Knowing that something changed regarding their greatest grandmother, but unable to place what it was exactly. As far as they know, she had always had the name.
“Jen please---”
“No no, call me ‘Ma-am’, I like that! And I deserve the respect. Given the circumstances~”
“My apolagies maam, but...” She winces as she remembers her college graduation, where they called her name out: ‘And for a Bachelor’s in Business Management… Miss DIAPER’. “...Could you please give me my name back maam.. whatever it was? It’s… it doesn’t feel right!”
“Ah-ah, I don’t think so! You TOLD me you wanted to be a toy, and I can see in your cute wittle head that you want to be one! So I’m going to use you as such, to learn how to play with you little things~” Jen giggles, as she sees the concerns rising in Lily’s mind, represented as a neat little text feed on her screen. “I know you’re worried, but I promise I won’t break you. Cmon, it’ll be fun!~”
She says, as she takes control of Lily’s speech
Overcome with a sudden, un-ignorable urge, Lily acts outside of her own control and says “Yes maam! Anything you want maam! You’re the biggest mommy ever and you deserve a cool toy like us!~” She blinks, blushing at such callous control of her being, but genuinely being thankful at the woman’s reassurance. “O-okay but please be care---”
“That’s right! You dears are the best babyshower gift that a woman could have asked for, and you better appreciate being mine~” She smiles, as she clicks and prods at Lily’s options. While one dialog box clearly controls her speech, she sees another dialog box that’s responsible for her current actions. Currently reading: ‘Admiring Jen’s belly in the sky’, Jen changes it to ‘Hugging the nearest person’
Lily, overcome with a different kind of urge, finds herself running across the field to the nearest dwelling. “M-maam! What.. what did you dooooo!~” she almost happily cries out, as her body acts outside of her own free will. Barging through the door, and hugging a man she barely knows. “I-I’m sorry son I’m not doing thi---” to the surprise of both of them, she suddenly goes in and kisses him on the lips.
“Awwwh… how CUTE! You’re people, but I can treat you like dolls almost!” Jenny laughs, as she clicks on the man, and Liz, and dictates that both of them ‘Kiss and hug until 2PM’, 3 hours from now. The pair of them awkwardly getting words to eachother in between kisses:
“W-what’s happening diaper---mwah”
“Our new owner’s making us--- mwah”
“Wha---mwah mwah mwah”
Lily’s hands over his shoulders, and his hands groping her butt, as the pair kiss and make out at Jen’s command.
“Good! You two keep at it okay? I’ll come back to you little lovebirds soon. But I feel that it’s time I give this little world a proper introduction~” Jen smiles, as she clicks off of them, and zooms out. All the way out, so that the world is not much more than a little marble on her screen. And with a simple click and drag, she highlights the world in a semi-transparent rectangle, and releases. Just like selecting icons on her desktop, she selects all 50 billion people with one motion. Their whole planet’s souls at her mercy, all at once. While she can’t hear them, they can all certainly hear her. The planet physically vibrating with the sheer power of the sounds being sent through her microphone, as she opens her mouth and says “HELLOOO!!! Sweeties can you hear me?~” Tap tap tapping on the mic for good measure
While Jenny was playing with Lily, a couple village residents had gotten their cameras out, and started broadcasting what was unfolding. Knowledge of what kind of woman Jen is spreading rapidly across the globe. About how she considers them a baby shower gift and how she casually controls Lily (in mostly harmless ways). All the while, people would see the new heavenly image, which really drives home their new position in the world. Sitting atop this pregnant lady’s oversized stomach, was the entire world for the 90% of residents who had been born into the digital reality. Where billions had been raised, found their first love, and lived for centuries, being like nothing compared to the woman who had put them there so carelessly. And as people got out their telescopes, and observed the plain black metallic rectangle, they could only guess what the residue is on the non-connector end of the flash drive. Tainting the clean metal surface in a layer of mystery grime. As they all collectively get selected, the world appears to slow down to a halt for 1 second. Not from lag, but from their collective souls getting loaded and aggregated in a way that Jen could see, and interact with. And as Jen speaks, the world really gets put on hold. No matter what anyone was doing, everyone’s attention was drawn to the godlike, feminine voice seeming to emanate from every atom on the planet. Not overpoweringly loud, but anything louder than a whisper from Jen’s laptop completely overrides any other sound. Crowds convene in times square like locations all across the little globe, and look towards the sky in with baited breath as Jen acts on all of them.
“Helloo? Cmon answer me you silly toys~” She teasingly demands, only to be greeted with silence from her speakers. “Humm.. I must be doing something wrong. Hang on dolls~”
Meanwhile, across the globe billions were calling out to the heavens: “We can hear you god!”, “Please be careful Jen!”, “Nice tits lady~”. Much to the dismay of those who still refuse to accept their new place in life. Words unheard by Jen as on her side, all she sees is the tiny teal marble, floating against a backdrop of her belly picture
“mmmm… oh! This looks promising, I could go for some… ooop! Excuse me~” She giggles. Sitting alone, and naked on the leather sofa in her living room, she had let out a small fart .A fart that would be forcibly heard by all of them across the little planet. “There’s a stats option that looks promising! I want to learn about you dears~” While all the same fields were available as though she had selected a single person, there were a few more options that had appeared due to her selecting multiple. When their corporation was still in business, these soul-searching functions were very privileged and confidential, with their existence only ever known by statisticians and psychologists who had signed mountains of paperwork. But now that Jen is the sole owner, she can freely do anything she wanted with no regards for how powerful they are
“Oooooo! I can search through the THOUGHTS of you all? That sounds so fun! Humm~” The sound of keyboard clicks could be heard, and then with one last tap… the world goes silly. For about 5 seconds, every single person on the flash drive, all of them, were overpowered and compelled to share their opinion on… jen’s ownership of their world. Some people vocalize their uncesored honest opinion that jen demanded to the heavens, in a display of what would be considered worship or blasphemy in a non-simulated world, while some others just sat there in a feeble daze. Their opinion gathered and aggregated straight from their minds by the simulation regardless
On Jen’s side, things are far less dramatic. Directly below their planet on her screen, there’s a search bar with the question she asked “Do you like belonging to me now?” filled in. After hitting enter, after only a couple seconds, the worldwide praise/disdain was aggregated into a simple: 70.3% Yes 19.7% No. “Awh that’s rude! I’m sure they’ll ALL love me soon enough though~” she thinks to herself. Amused by this ability to get insights about people, and being blissfully unaware of how it’s forcing people to think their opinions in order to collect them, Jen then goes on a searching binge. Thinking that it’s just a simple search, and that nobody’s the wiser as she types:
“Can you hear me?”
100% Yes
0% No
“Oh so you all CAN hear me! That’s good to know. I suppose I should tell you that my name’s Jen. If you didn’t know already, I’m your new owner! Can you… hm~”
“Can you see my picture in the sky?
100% Yes
0% No
“… That picture I put in the sky? That’s my belly! I’m pregnant with a cute lil baby girl, and am due to give birth in a few months. And that little black drive sitting on top of her, that’s YOU guys! Look at how tiny compared you are to my baby. It’s so cute! I’m thinking about naming her Jane, or maybe Abagail… or maybe Ashley. Humm… I don’t know. I guess I have some time to decide? But ANYWAYS, you’re all mine now! So you better get used to me ^^” She says. Her voice being all they can hear as she simply talks. Scared virtual people unable to console their loved ones, happy people unable to discuss god’s boobs, and no social activity at all really being able to even come close to taking precedent over Jen’s voice. The sound of keys being heard in the background to all as Jen proceeds to opinions out of the planet. Each having just as much of an overpowering, compulsive effect as her first question, as she happily types:
“Are you a woman?”
53% Yes
47% No
“Do you LOVE me?”
61% Yes
39% No
“Do you like my toenails? I know I do!”
80% Yes
20% No
“Should I use your drive to store movies instead of you guys?”
1% Yes
99% No
“Should I use your drive to store my old beach pictures instead of you guys?”
8% Yes
92% No
Jen’s laughter could be heard all across the globe as she compares the results of those two. To think that 8%, 6.25 billion people, would be okay with their existence being completely overwritten pictures of her as a teenager in a bikini. “You guys are PERVS you know that?~” she playfully says, thinking they have no idea what she’s talking about. Getting comfy in her chair, she then continues for the next hour on a binge of searching their souls. Their world being bullied into a daze as everyone from millenium-old people like Lily, to those younger than even Jen is, are forced to admit whatever Jen wants to know. First starting with opinions about her, her personality, her baby, and her life. Then followed up with questions about sex and fetishes and private dirty things. And finally, as she runs out of ideas, she starts treating it like a google search. Demanding answers to personal, embarrassing, and gross questions about pregnancy and its side effects. Because who better to ask a whole world where countless people have been through it before?
“Hah, it’s been fun, but I gotta pee, and I should probably eat something soon. But for being such good informative toys, I’ll leave you guys plugged in! Thank you dears~” She says. And with a distant snap of her phone’s camera, and a second of transferring the image in, the sky changes once more. But this time, to an image of Jen herself. Having gone to the bathroom, snapped a photo of herself in her floor to ceiling mirror, and pushed it into their heavens for all to see. Her brunette smiling face, large breasts, oversized stomach, curly brush womanhood, curved thighs, and bare feet being on full display for everyone to see. Placing the laptop on the kitchen counter and leaving them there as she goes about her day