Deus ex Machina

By VivettaVenray

(WARNING: Contains mind-control/modifying,

sexual horror [including non-consensual], body-horror,

existential horror, vore [soft and hard], sadism/cruelty, torture, saliva, sweat, mucus/snot, absorption, reality-warping/omni-stuff, transformation [including object and food, sort of],

demi-monster-forms, burping, digestion, messy-stomachs and gore among other things.

This story also contains futa [woman with a penis] for two chapters. These chapters have notices at their starts.

As another type of warning, please don't run any of the pseudo-code you read in this story as it was all never intended to function.)

(NOTE: For this story, I tried the "Snowflake Method" of story-planning. In particular, I had a 4000+ word synopsis as well as a spreadsheet scene list before the first chapter was even written. This was useful, but I also think it might’ve been a bit more planning than the story needed. It was fun to try though!

The characters of the story are fictional and their views don't necessarily reflect mine. Similarly, the story isn't intended to reflect poorly on programmers and other tech-people.

Please enjoy the story, and feel free to share your thoughts on it if you’d like!)

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Chapter 1: Gray Skies

‘He’s taking forever. Fucker.’ thought Delta. She didn’t dare say it aloud.

The man just in front of her in the queue wavered between the agonizing decision of whether to get the 0-Calorie chocolates or licorice. He held one package in each hand, as though their *weight* would help him decide.

She loathed how stores put candy at the front. It enticed customers, decision weary from shopping, to give into knee-jerk indulgence. She remembered the user interface term for it: a “Dark Pattern”. He got caught in it.

‘Idiot.’

The young tan 20-year-old noted the features she could make out from behind.

‘Bald. White skin. Age range mid-high 50s, early 60s if good genes. Average build.’

She sounded the words in her head just once. That was enough for her to remember. She did the same for his clothes. Her brown eyes studied those next.

‘Blue jeans. White T-shirt.’

The man dressed very casual this Monday afternoon, but Delta had him beat. She wore her usual ‘I have to go out today’ outfit of a yellow, logo-less T-shirt with dark green sweatpants. Her hoodie was unzipped and hood down to let her shoulder-stopped raven-hair breath in the convenience store’s sterile air. Some purple flip-flops completed the lazy attire that was far from fashionable.

The sweatshirt was a size to big on her thin frame. The muted hues were far from appealing, and the hoodie’s shade of green matched the sweatpants almost perfectly to give a sort of loose-jumpsuit vibe from behind. However, it was comfy, and she didn’t stand out much in it. Two things she liked.

‘Height 5’10”, maybe just into the eleventh inch.’

That put him at just about the average height for a man. She quietly cursed to herself, as outliers made things easier. Her estimate put him at three or four inches above herself. She was shorter than the moron: another slight from the universe towards her. Delta herself stood at 5’7”: an inch above the female average. Of course, she saw it as ‘just’ an inch.

The middle-aged store clerk nodded, smiled, and remained courteous to the customer while Delta quietly seethed. How did he tolerate this? Why did he. Why did the clerk man the store himself? Delta figured he didn’t want to lease a drone from the Ministry of Labor.

‘Cheap bastard.’

She gripped a chip bag in one hand; short unpainted nails dug into the crinkly plastic of it. The fingers of another curled around the handle of a Nutri-drink case whose weight began to strain at her shoulder.

The seconds felt like minutes which felt like hours stuck in this line. How could the indecisive man in front be so inconsiderate to her?

Delta imagined having some power here: some control. She imagined the man at her feet in some realm of her own design. He’d be small enough to fit right underneath her foot there. She set her ped down on him and twist, side to side as he flattened.

Delta shut her eyes and twisted her right foot side to side in its flip-flop. The sound of cheap foam-like sole rubbing on the smooth tiled floor hit her ears. It served as an anchor as she slipped deeper into the daydream. The hum of cooler-shelves and the mutterings of the indecisive man faded away as her mind substituted his screams, the cracks of bones. Begs, pleadings. In her reality, she was a giant to that pest of a man. He shouted for mercy and she had none.

Her light-brown foot kept shifting on the tile with a gentle whine. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and-

“Ma’am, do you mind?”

Delta’s lids flung open in an instant. Her smile turned to a grimace. She swung around the face the source of that burly voice that took. By then, she wore the mask of embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry!” said Delta, lying.

The man didn’t speak again. A curt nod of his head conveyed acceptance of the apology. Bastard couldn’t even spare the reflexive “no problem” or “it’s fine”.

Delta smiled. She of course noted his features as well.

‘Tall, at least 6’2”. Fit build. 30-40 age range. Buzzed black hair. Brown skin brown eyes. Orange shirt, black coat, blue jeans.’

“I’ll go with this one!” said the man to her front.

‘Finally’, thought Delta.

The clerk moved a handheld device over the man’s items, then his face.

“Thanks! Next please.”

Delta took one step and called out to the bald man before he got out of view.

“Wait, sir, you dropped something!”

He turned around and she noted his eyes were blue.

“Hmm?”, said the man.

“Oh, sorry. I must of imagined it.”, she said.

“No trouble!” he said, before leaving.

Delta stepped up to the counter and forced a smile. The clerk scanned her items before pointing the gun-like tool at her forehead. Even though her headclip hid behind dark bangs, the piece of technology had no problems interfacing with that gray square of silicon embedded in her skull. The young woman heard a voice, just for her, from the scanner. The voice was robotic and one she heard before. It asked her to confirm the purchases. Delta thought clearly and firmly the command: “yes”.

Her back account was deducted; his payment was received. The clerk got his own notification from the scanner intermediary, and on each of their headclips, a near-flat led flashed green as a transaction confirmation. He smiled and bagged her things.

Delta stepped outside and zipped up her hoodie once the light chill air hit her. She walked along the streets towards her apartment, bags in hand. The chrome surface of the sidewalk didn’t shine too much. Its sheen was dulled from countless steps like hers.

She heard a roar from above as far up in the gray sky a silver-seeder soared. Those specialized jets were what gave the sky its colors as they distributed silver-based aerosol into the atmosphere. The compound reflected enough of the sun’s rays to keep the planet from boiling.

One shouldn’t confuse them with the autonomous cloud-seeders. Those were the boats that sailed the waters nearby, and the oceans at large, to pump steamed water into the air and make clouds. The United State government had to keep the rain on schedule, after all. Thankfully, today was to be a “dry” day.

Even on a Monday afternoon Delta ran into a few people on the city streets. Some woman sat at a bench, empty Nutri-drink at her side as she chomped at some crisps. Delta tried not to show her disgust. The repulsive smacking of that woman’s lips, the noisy chewing, the guttural gulpings: it all seemed so obnoxious and vile. She didn’t think the same when she herself ate, of course.

A man almost bumped into her on the sidewalk. He was clearly focused texting on a private-holodisplay to his front: that is, a semi-transparent graphical user-interface only he could see. Delta could tell, though, by his mannerisms and the direction of his eyes.

A bus came to the traffic circle right when she was about to cross. A couple on their day off chattered incessantly behind her. It seems everywhere she went had a person or two to inconvenience her with their presence.

The young woman walked hurriedly. She ignored the advertising screens on every corner with their annoying chimes and whistles, but stopped to stare at a special rectangular display on the other side of the street. The screen showed people dancing in a city square. Concrete walks surrounded the area even more crowded than the chrome ones Delta dealt with out here.

Still, she smiled. She hated that fucking square of course, and the city it was in: Nexus. However, she longed to go to where it was in the world of Paradise. “The Future of Entertainment”, was one motto for the world. “The Future of Imagination” was another.

A bus paused in the street and occluded her view of the display. She frowned and got back to her walk.

Newer York City was a busy place and Delta hated it. The name was tongue-in-cheek and came from way back when the government announced the rebuilding project. Amusingly, it stuck and became official. All this was hundreds of years before Delta’s time. She lived in the “Queens” borough, which apparently suffered the most in that 2150 flood.

Now, state of the art buildings lined every block. The city was rife with hyper-speed railways whizzing by. The air was pierced by the occasional hum of a bus’s electric motor, or the gentle buzz of a delivery drone zipping overhead. All the sights and sounds were the trappings of a modern luxurious lifestyle. Delta thought it’d all be better crushed under her heel. Whenever she gazed at a towering structure of shiny titanium and chrome, she couldn’t help but imagine her toes bending over its roof before pressing down to stomp it flat. Her imagination was vivid enough to feel it.

Delta walked into her apartment building. The drone doorman scanned the chip on her forehead in a fraction of a second and beeped happily. The robot, “Bob”, recognized her as a resident of the building: the only resident, in fact. She patted him on the head then walked to her first floor apartment.

She brought the entire building at quite the steal. Delta valued privacy, and the quiet to enjoy herself. When she first moved in, she worked day and night to find a vulnerability in the utility companies. It took her a bit, but she found the electricity provider left in a “test mode” function she could switch on at a room-by-room basis. That caused power to cycle on and off every 30 seconds. Waterworks she could just turn off outright.

Naturally tenants were pissed and started to break leases with threats of lawsuits. All the technicians the property owner hired to investigate kept getting mysteriously rescheduled. The schedule database had a bug which let her tweak the entries, of course. Most service companies used that software.

The landlord was in dire financial straits with just Delta as the tenant, but she kindly took the building off their hands for just a few tens of thousands of dollars. It was the best they could get with their property listings getting constantly canceled. Funny thing that was...

Delta still only used the one room, and hardly any of it. She kicked off her flip-flops and with a thought the lights turned on via a signal from her headclip. Her studio apartment had a twin mattress in one corner with a desk and wheeled chair in the other. Her clothes laid in two piles on the hardwood floor: one for dirty and one for clean. Delta kicked her door close, locked it, and made her way to the chair.

The chair turned to face her with just a signal from her headclip, preceded by a thought on her part. She tore open her 0-Calorie chip bag and swiveled to face a rectangular screen with a glass-like transparency to it on a black stand. Another thought and the circuits in the stand’s base came alive. The screen lit up with a computer desktop, empty and neat unlike her room.

Delta disliked a lot of things, but she loved headclips. She figured if there’s anything her fellow humans did right throughout history, it was inventing those things. Every living person had one embedded in their skull right above their left eye. Just a bit of the gray thing stuck outside the skin, with the rest lingering underneath flush with some skull bone. The name was misleading in that sense, as they didn’t really clip on and off. They were essentially irremovable, save for the LED at the surface if it ever died out.

They quickly became essential to life. Not a single transaction doesn’t go through at least two headclips before finalizing. People used to physically handle money or money-cards, Delta learned. They used to *print* currency and carry it around like some adventurer with gold in their satchel. All those lines at the convenience store she put up with would’ve been far worse if “bring payment” was a perquisite idiot customers could forget.

Of course, not everything about them was good. Delta wasn’t sitting in front of a computer so much as a screen: the thing in her head was the PC: among other functionalities. However, government regulations made it so it could only provide “personal computer” functionalities when seated in front of a compatible screen. This was to stop idiots from trying to work while they walked the streets, bumping into stuff as they eyes focused on a holographic display to their front. Delta didn’t like that limitation. She could certainly handle multitasking.

They also didn’t make you super smart or anything. Delta already considered herself a genius of sorts, but she wouldn’t mind an even better memory, or some sort of higher thinking. The Government, and most of society, was very against any sort of direct intelligence augmentation like that. No one knew how to do something like that anyway, and they probably never would with research on that form of transhumanism banned.

Still, Delta wondered why anyone wouldn’t want one. They let you do everything. A super computer right at one’s immediate disposal. What a chore it must’ve been to have to type text into a web browser with one’s hands. She heard stories of having a special tool just for a cursor too. The young woman could only imagine the wrist pain.

Of all the features they had, the best of all was serving as the key into Paradise.

Delta had to finish some ‘business’ first before any fun. She still felt aggrieved from her time at the store. She opened two web pages for the same site. The headers said “Newer York City Transportation Services” right underneath emblems of its managing Ministry of Transport.

Thanks to Delta’s backdoor in the city’s transit servers, she had access to data only employees should. She filled in search fields to try and find info on the people who inconvenienced her while shopping.

“Eyes: Blue. Skin: White. Hair: Bald. Hair Color: NA.

Age: >= 50 AND <= 60. Height >= (5,9)”

That got her candidates for the guy who took forever. For the man with the audacity to interrupt her fantasy, she searched.

“Eyes: Brown. Skin: Brown. Hair: Buzzed. Hair Color: Black.

Age: >= 30 AND <= 40. Height >= (6,1)”

For both searches, she set the day’s date: June 28th, 2404. That got her a couple hundred results each. Newer York City was a big city, after all. Delta figured she could’ve narrowed it down more by capping heights, but she was lazy there. Nevertheless she quickly scrolled through all the photos till she saw the faces she recognized that day.

The Council of Representatives took privacy very seriously. All this came from the cameras at the stations, not the headclips--except for one detail: the headclip IDs which she’d need. She memorized the strings of digits then checked their transit data. With the departure locations of the hyper-rails, then the buses they took after, she had what she needed to run searches for major places of employment in the area. The bald guy, named Jerold, had to work at a sanitation facility as that was the only building on the street, and the only non residential block between the bus’s next stop. Tiago, the other man, had to work at Rain Forest since there was a distribution center right outside his stop. She searched for the names of the chief managers at those locations, and memorized them as well.

Delta munched her chips. What a coincidence, as Rain Forest was the next website she opened. They were the premier online store. Well, the only one really. You could order something from them and drones would have it delivered by the end of the day. Highly convenient. Sadly, she didn’t have a backdoor to the company. That would’ve been quite the powerful tool. She didn’t need it though: a simple exploit would suffice.

Delta filled two digital shopping carts with the lewdest, crudest sex toy she could find. She sent each as wrapped gifts to their bosses with a personalized note expressing their identity as well as exactly where the recipient could shove the present.

Normally this would be traceable, but that’s where Delta’s exploit came in. The URL of the confirmation page had a long series of digits which represented a headclip id. This was terrible design, even if the id was encrypted as it was. Fixing it would take a day of maintenance though, and Delta knew the consumers of the nation wouldn’t tolerate that.

She had cracked the algorithm. Rain Forest’s encryption method used the date and two very large numbers as a seed for the final cryptic string. She opened a terminal and plugged in Jerold’s headclip id to a program, then got an encrypted string right out. All she had to do was copy the confirmation URL, substitute her encrypted id for that one, and Rain Forest would ship it thinking he sent it. The money came from her own account, but that was a small price to pay for vengeance.

She repeated for Tiago and finished the last of her chips, chuckling to herself after. One again she had the last laugh.

Delta ditched her hoodie and draped it over the back of her chair. She then opened a news feed to kill time while she drank her Nutri-drink. You couldn’t go into Paradise on an empty stomach. The headclip had bio-data access and knew when she was full based on nutrients in blood and signals from her gut.

Delta chugged fast, eager to wind down with some time to herself. She saw a headline that made her groan. “Great Misstep Memorial Shutdown in two days.”, it read. That was her least favorite day of the year: an entire 24 hours without Paradise access.

Thankfully, a few articles below was a headline to cheer her up. “Time Dilation Feature announcement tomorrow at the Nexus.” She smiled, till she remembered she’d probably have to stand in Central Square with all the rubes to hear it as it went out.

Delta gulped down the last of her beverage and chucked the empty bottle into a waste-bin nearby. She buckled herself into her chair with a strap around her waist and over her shoulder. She was seated, secured, hydrated and in a fed state. Delta closed her eyes and entered Paradise. Her headclip LED lit up blue and stayed that way. Her body went limp as her consciousness became alert in another reality.

The simulated reality of Paradise.

Chapter 2: Paradise

With an arrival heralded by a flash of light and a ‘pop’ sound effect, Delta materialized into a vast and bustling virtual city underneath a blue sky. Around her, a few other people popped in just the same. One young man spawned right by her. She groaned internally.

‘Please don’t talk to me you weirdo looking-’

“Hey cool hair!”, he said.

“Thanks!” she replied. She forced a smile that became genuine as the guy walked off.

‘Least he didn’t try to buy the pattern.’, she thought.

Delta looked a little different standing on the simulated streets. For starters, neither she nor anyone else had visible headclips here in Paradise. Moreover, her once black hair was now green with yellow stripes that bent and turned but never crossed. The muted-gold lines they were even pulsed now and again. She designed the color pattern herself in the style of those old-timey circuit boards.

The woman’s eyes were yellow now: her favorite color. Other than that, she was the same as on the outside. One couldn’t just customize their body however they wanted here. In fact, because the government wanted to encourage pride in one’s “true self”, you couldn’t change your body at all aside from a scant few things.

Delta didn’t have a need to. The young woman had a natural beauty to herself. Her light-brown skin was smooth and soft. Her face had a perfect oval shape to it. No one could get fat naturally with headclips monitoring caloric intake, and Delta was no exception. Despite her highly sedentary lifestyle, good genetics had her build on the slim side of average with a small chest.

If someone really wanted to critique the woman, they could probably point out her lack of grand curves of the like, but Delta couldn’t care less. The 20 year old changed her hair and eyes cause she felt it cool; she didn’t care about showing off. There was no better proof of that than her standing in the middle of a Nexus street with a yellow shirt, green sweatpants, and completely bare feet.

She could have easily afforded one of the virtual outfits on display in the many flashy Nexus stores, but she had no desire. Delta just recreated some of her usual clothes awhile back and stuck with them.

The USH government *really* wanted people in the Nexus as often as possible. Community and commerce were the place’s strong suits, and they wanted to emphasize both at all times. Aside from that, the programmers for Paradise really put a lot of work into the place. In an effort to encourage exploration, logging in to Paradise forced people into the Nexus first: at a random location as well. Otherwise, Delta and many others would just log right into their realms and never talk to another soul.

The woman looked ahead to see the leaning tower of Pisa in the distance. Yesterday, she spawned somewhere with Tokyo Tower. A week ago, she was by Big Ben. The entire virtual metropolis was a mishmash of the greatest cities of the world as they were before the United State government blasted them to smithereens. It was supposed to honor them in some way.

Delta scoffed at the idea. She figured it’d be a better honor to just leave the cities out of Paradise or, better yet, let her trample all of them. If buildings could think, she figured the Eiffel Tower would much prefer getting crushed under her sole than being the backdrop for some dimwits showing off flashy outfits like the extinct paradise birds.

Sadly, she couldn’t get big in the Nexus. That was always one of her biggest fantasies: to show up and just tear into the city, giant and unstoppable. As she looked at the famously askew tower and imagined it bursting under a single toe of hers. She pictured all the gawking people running away from her immense form like insects. They’d look up in horror as her sole filled their sky to squash them down like the bugs they were.

Delta smiled, she was very much in the mood. With a thought she zipped towards her own little playground. Her realm.

Paradise was a simulated reality made up of two main concepts. There was the Nexus, which served as a “hub” zone, and then there were the other “realms”. Every person had their own realm. If you were married, you even got a joint realm as a bonus.

Within one’s realm, a person could do many things. You could sit in couches as comfy as your imagination allows while dining on delicious treats that tasted like the real deal. Couples could make love in private meadows. You could create fantasy lands and invite your friends on quests.

Or, you could be like Delta and break cities to get off.

Delta popped into a vast stretch of green and gray beneath blue sky. Rubble and collapsed buildings dotted the landscape. A few feet away, a wide trench scarred the earth. Delta walked up to it, and her feet remained clean even walking among the grass and dust below--the Nexus was always clean, and you didn’t get messy in any realm unless you wanted to.

The tan woman leaned forward over the edge of the crater, and recognized it as a footprint of hers from yesterday. She smiled. Delta hadn’t cleaned up after her last session yesterday so as to enjoy the aftermath from a ground view today.

Delta was eager to begin. With a thought, she opened up a menu on a private holographic display to her front and mentally clicked the “reset” button on her city simulation. It all happened fast. The land reverted back to an untrod state. The cracks in the city streets were gone, and in place of rubble and cracked structures now loomed tall skyscrapers much like the ones in Newer York City. Smaller buildings stood interspersed among the taller ones. Next, the streets came alive with buses and, finally, the city was populated with NPCs made of basic shapes. She frowned a bit at that last part.

That was one of the limitations of Paradise. You couldn’t use real people to populate any realm. People had rights and all that. Worse though, you couldn’t even make AI-run beings that looked like people. The Ministry of Technology was very against violent games and fantasies. They made it so Paradise wouldn’t permit humanoid NPCs. Delta got as close as the system allowed with her city ‘citizen’ design; it was still pathetic.

Her ‘city goers’ looked like something out of a cartoon. Their heads were tan spheres bereft of any attempt at hair. For the torso, half had blue cylinders and the other had blue triangles: male and female. The arms and legs were colored cylinders with sphere joints. Feet were rectangles, sneaker-white. The hands were ball-palms with more cylinders on little ball joints for fingers. Each stood a little under her normal height at 5’6”.

They waddled around her in a seemly aimless style. One bumped into her and she gave it a shove. It flopped on its back like those long extinct turtles, limbs flailing, till it got back up with a happy sound.

Delta spat in its direction. The saliva wad disappeared the moment it would’ve made contact with the NPC. She frowned.

‘Least I can make buildings~’ she thought.

‘And break them.’

Delta’s body grew up and out. The coder was impatient with many things, but growth was something she often savored. Her clothes came with her as she soon grew too big for the sidewalk. More of those NPCs of hers fell over against the sides of her legs, then her ankles as she became taller than the small stores in her personal playground.

Eventually, the masses of basic-shape made NPCs started to disappear beneath the sides of her bulldozing feet: literally, as Paradise simply deleted the entities when they’d otherwise be crushed. The structures didn’t have that limitation. Her sweatpants covered thighs dug into a tower at her side. The structure groaned as it toppled over with a shove of her hand.

Delta began to walk.

Buses dotted the city streets filled with those shape-people. She designed those ‘props’ rather meticulously, and the little dimples and contours of their metal exteriors felt delightful under her soles. She quickly reached 200ft tall, growing faster and faster as her patience began to wear thin. Her steps soon left furrows, often lined with a flattened bus or two as her peds pounded the roads.

Once the tan woman hit the 500ft mark she ditched the orderly streets to walk right through blocks. Smaller buildings crushed easily under heel. Concrete dust powered her soles while the steel girders yielded to the curl of her toes. She never took the debris with her. It was harder to feel things with dirty feet. But, at the moment of impact, she briefly let her soles be stained. It was a vital part of simulating the crush.

She elbowed a towering office building to her side. The metal and glass shell easily burst against the hardened bone of her arm. The buildings were populated with her NPCs just like the streets below. They disappeared all the same: right on impact with her arm or when some bit of debris would’ve crashed down on them.

It was a shame, but the buildings felt realistic at least. Delta spent a lot of time on this place. Each and every structure was designed by her. Paradise could handle the physics and tactility of it all, but she made the girder lattices, the interior floors, the parking lots and every object here. No premade object bundles or realm bases for her.

She hit 600ft and just walked through a tower twice her height. The building collapsed over her in a shower of concrete and steel. She cooed. Her arousal was building and her patience was gone. In a flash, she jumped to one of her favorite heights: 1000ft tall.

The buildings to her sides exploded against the yellow polyfibers of her shirt and the soft brown of her arms. Rubble trickled down her loose sweatpants to poof the NPCs her expanding peds had spared. Her next step had about 150ft worth of foot falling down into the next block. Her heel crunched a bus while her toes tore into the lobby of a hotel. With an indulgent groan, she kneed the entire structure and cackled as it pitched onto her in a burst of debris.

Delta got more sensual with her rampage. She raked her toes through a mob of seemingly oblivious NPCs. They just poofed away: disappointing, but the sensation of her digits digging right into the road had her purring.

With a thought, her sweatpants and shirt disappeared--underwear too. Delta’s nude form towered over the majority of structures in her built-to-break realm. A few of the skyscrapers just crested past her green and yellow hair. She set her eyes on one. With a wide smile she dashed right into it. Her feet tore deep trenches into the roads and slammed short structures to pancakes under tread. She tackled the tall thing down against her front. The building and surrounding block outright exploded against her naked front. The top floors, filled with luxurious furniture, mashed against mound-like mammaries. The lower levels smashed against the glistening lips of her nethers.

Delta grunted. She leveraged her massive frame against the ground and grinded her body up and down to smear the remaining bits of the block against her crotch. She hoisted her gigantic form to a sitting kneel. Her hand reached out for a nearby bus. Her fingers curled around it too tight and the NPCs at the middle poofed away. She didn’t care, she just wanted something sturdy to slide in.

The bus went into her snatch front first. She worked it in and out with rapid thrusts. The shape-made NPCs inside survived the fluids: those just disappeared before soaking them. The bus crunched to contractions however, and soon enough it became an empty, crumbled, soaking mess of a toy. Delta keeled her body over on the right side. The adjacent block disappeared beneath her bulk. At the brink, she moved a finger towards her clit and finished herself off with a few furious rubs.

“Aah~”

The sound of torn metal rang out as she finished with a roaring moan. The bus was flattened by the clenches of her cunt. What she slid out looked like a wet and twisted metal stick. Only the back of the bus was intact, barely, dented between her gripping fingers. She tossed it away and droplets of femcum fell from the thing as it arced into another towering edifice.

Delta squelched out a few more twinges of ecstasy with greedy fingers before she resigned herself to basking in the afterglow. She unfurled her legs and her feet demolished whatever tried to stand against that unstoppable wall of soles.

With one hand as a rest for her cheek, she watched some surviving NPCs to her front and frowned. They just walked around in circles, all dopey and happy in their gait. The dumb things couldn’t even run from her: another ‘ethics’-based limit from the Tech Ministry. Unlike the buses she couldn’t write custom AI code for them: she had to use some of the pre-approved AI scripts for any “violent” simulation. A cheeky Delta tried to load a jogging script to them once before doing her rampage, but all the NPCs just disappeared soon as she stepped on a single one. The damn simulation was on to her, in a sense.

Her mind stewed with thoughts.

‘How much better this would be if they at least tried to dodge my steps?’

‘How much better could this be if they could at least scream?’

She had her buildings and buses, and those were enough in the moment to get off. But, now, she thought only of the limits against her fantasy this system set down. Her lustful mood quickly faded, and she despawned all the NPCs with a thought.

Delta stood herself back up. She didn’t even smile as the ground shook, nor as her feet forced new marks into the terrain.

The tan woman didn’t reset the simulation, but she spawned in a comfy couch several blocks wide and fit for her size. A thought had her clean of her fluids and back in her sweatpants and shirt. She hoped on the giant piece of furniture and willed a giant TV to rise from the city.

Chapter 3: RP

Delta stretched her tan legs out on the couch and summoned a bowl of snacks. Here in Paradise, one had access to all the archived foods, shows, and whatever really to treat oneself with. She had some chocolate pop-corn which wasn’t for sale in the real world. Corn was one of the “cut crops” not grown anymore since it couldn’t compete with the efficiency, utility, and nutrient content of the super plants the Ministry of Agriculture perfected over a hundred years ago. You could get 0-Calorie puff balls at the convenience store, but they didn’t make them with a 0-Calorie chocolate coating, and they didn’t have quite the same texture.

Thankfully, Paradise offered most pleasures a person could want: even the extinct ones.

The giant TV in the distance played some archived cartoon show Delta was burning through. She practically stared right through it. Her mind was elsewhere. It was on those limits: those blockades to her enjoyment. Her creativity and desires were smothered by the boundaries Paradise put on things.

Even now, watching TV on a couch wasn’t anything she couldn’t do in the real world. Well, she didn’t own a couch, and again they didn’t make that snack she had, but the point still remained. She was huge here in her realm, but without screaming, reactive people all those crushed and empty buildings around her might as well been little perfectly detailed models. If the ground didn’t quake when she stepped around there’d be no difference, really.

She didn’t feel like a giant. She didn’t feel powerful.

Delta scooped up another handful of her snack and spawned some of those shape-based NPCs among the chocolaty puffed corn. She stirred her cupped hand and the simple act of the boulder-sized snack bumping into some made them poof. She opened wide and tilted the contents in. The oblivious little actors just disappeared soon as they passed her lips.

The popcorn settled on her tongue just fine. It crunched beneath her teeth without issue. She felt her saliva team up with the heat of her mouth to melt that sweet chocolate down. The spit-softened puffs mashed as expected when her tongue pressed them to the roof of her mouth. *Those* snacks went right down her throat: clearly felt and just fine. She knew that if she turned in-simulation satiety on, she could even feel a sense of fullness from enough food if she wanted.

Why couldn’t she have that with the NPCs? Because someone, or some people, somewhere, got together and said “no”.

Worse still for a power and size fetishist like Delta, the limits were only higher with a real person in her realm. There was a time, once, where Delta tried to involve another human in her fantasies. It was months ago. Just thinking about it had a sour taste in her mouth which another handful of chocolate snack quashed down.

--==--==--==--

There were ways to search out like-minded partners in Paradise--bulletin boards of sorts. The Ministry of Technology provided all sorts of categories. “LFG” which meant “looking for groups” for game or adventure realms and the like. Despite the title, it was used by both realm hosts and guests. You of course had people searching for dates, or even just new friends. Yet, by far the most popular category was the aptly named “Lewd”.

People fucked liked Lagomorphs in Paradise after all: hook-ups abounded. No one could hide their identity, but in a nation with a billion people it was easy to slap simulated flesh together with someone one evening and never see them again the rest of your life. *That* was it’s own sort of splendid anonymity.

It was January 2404 and Delta decided to give it a shot. The Ministry of Tech made it very easy to meet people with the feature. She didn’t even need to leave the comfort of her realm! Lounging on a couch in a green field, she typed up her ad.

“Female Dom Looking: Partner for size-play. Rough. Any gender is fine. Must enjoy max-allowed size on my end and be willing to let me do basically “whatever” Paradise permits. Open to future plays if we click. The weaker and shorter you are, the better. No feet licking or gentle stuff. No aftercare after.”

It took her less than 30 seconds to get a few dozen hits. One of the perks of being a dominant female was choice, it’d seem. She grinned; there were slews of pathetic grovelers just waiting to throw their skulls before her steps. The abstract ‘power’ of popularity had an appeal not lost on her.

Of course, she hadn’t done something like this before. She looked up the limits beforehand. Max size in a “multi-player” environment of any sort was a mere 12ft; her partner also wouldn’t be able to shrink at all. That was by far the biggest and lamest change to what she was used to on her own. Still, she hoped an intelligent, reactive, *real* person would make up for that.

Delta swiped through the growing list options. Her mood was high, so she didn’t want to spend time being too choosy here. She saw a thin looking fellow, late 20s with short brown hair, light skin and green eyes behind his glasses. She read his reply.

“I love rough size-play and you could do basically whatever. Would love to try something!”

‘Ok Bruce, you’re it~’, she thought.

Delta hit accept. A little while later she had a realm entry request. She granted it with a thought and Bruce popped onto the green field wearing a bright-toned outfit of t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. Delta looked down at him with a soft smile. He was scrawnier than she thought, a nice surprise. Short too. He was 5’4” to her 12’.

Bruce looked at the amazon in green shorts and a yellow top about her chest. His eyes started at that chest and trailed down her exposed midriff to a crotch level with his gaze.

“Hi miss.” he said.

Delta frowned. Something about that greeting rubbed her the wrong way, but she brushed it aside for now.

“Yeah, hi. Let’s just get started. I’ve worked up a bit of a mood and-”

“Wait, don’t you want to load a room or something first?”

She raised a brow and swallowed the flash of frustration at being interrupted.

“I mean, does that really matter? I don’t see how the scenery should matter if some part of me will be on your face half the time.”

Bruce eyed the couch nearby under the blue sky, sized to her form. She grew in advance it’d seem. Besides that one item there was just an expanse of short grass with the occasional rock strewn about.

“I don’t know, just seems weird doing stuff out in the open like this.”

Delta twisted her bare foot in the grass. She didn’t let her peds dirty of course, but the way the virtual plants bent under her soles served as a fun reminder of her size.

‘Whatever. This isn’t worth the hassle to argue about.’, she thought.

“Sure. I’ll whip something up.”, she said.

Around the pair green-colored walls grew up and out of the field. The grass beneath their steps turned to impossibly smooth hardwood flooring. Their bodies lurched up slightly as the floor rose just a tad. Delta glanced at the walls and some LED candelabras shifted out like reliefs. With lighting handled, she made a ceiling above the pair. The couch moved out of the way into a corner. Bruce followed Her yellow eyes as they looked at the walls again. Some clear glass windows formed with yellow drapes occluding them after.

“Wait.” began the man. “This isn’t a pre-load is it? You’re making this?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.”

“That’s incredible! This is some of the fastest crafting I’ve ever seen. How are you doing that?”

‘Of course he’d think this is fast, the dullard probably never made his own virtual objects in his life.’

“Thanks.” she said. “I’m pretty quick with the commands I’d suppose. The tools of paradise come naturally.” Her forced sweet tone took on a curt flare.

“Anyways let’s get going here.”, she said.

Delta walked towards him. Her bare feet thumped audibly against the floor. She made the flooring in a manner to emphasize her steps. At 12ft tall, she should weigh over half a ton even thin as she was. Every patter of her toes squeezed out proof of her might.

Bruce stared up at the approaching amazon with the green and yellow hair. His eyes fell to its strange circuit pattern. Her hands wrapped about his sides and hoisted him up.

“Whoa, getting right into things. Nice!” he said. “Say your hair’s great too. You ever consider selling the pattern at the Nex-”

“Shut up” she said. Far too in the mood for chit chat.

Her hand moved to his shirt and tried to yank it off. Instead, the fabric just stretched and zipped back out of her fingers with a thoop noise.

She squinted unamused. “Clothes permissions. Give them.”

“O-oh yeah of course.” said Bruce. His cheeks flushed red with his head held so close to her bosom like this. She could tell from his gaze he was looking at a personal-holodisplay for his safety settings.

Her hand kept tugging at his shirt.

“There all done-”

She ripped the garment off before his sentence finished, then chucked him on the floor. No pain in Paradise, even if he wanted it sadly. His body did *thump* realistically, and didn’t poof away like those dumb shape-people NPCs she was used to.

Bruce had only a scant few second before she stomped over towards him. A female foot, nearly as long as his arm, placed its ball on his naked abdomen. She pressed down and he felt it: no pain, just pressure. Still, his body writhed a bit which got a smile on her face.

“Darn you’re really good at this-” said Bruce.

“Shut up, meat.” Her voice had a hint of frustration that he kept breaking ‘character’ here.

Bruce was taken aback. His face blushed brighter.

“Really into the role too...”, he muttered.

She smirked at that. The man thought this was all an act. Quite the opposite, as Delta was merely getting comfortable. To her, in this moment, he was meat. A lump of flesh to toy with as she pleased. It was her normal sweeter tone that was the real masquerade.

Delta lifted her foot up and slammed it on his chest. She noticed he didn’t writhe much there even from the pressure. Now she was the one breaking character.

“Could you maybe squirm and make a pained noise when I do that?”, she asked.

“I uh, oh sure.”

She stomped on his chest again. To his credit, he tried. His arms flew up comically. His sneakered feet bent to the side and his legs jolted up. It looked like he was getting shocked more than squished. To complete the terrible display, his lips opened to unleash an embarrassing attempting at acting out pain.

“Urgh, oof!” he said.

Delta almost lost her libido right then and there.

“Actually, just keep doing what you were doing.” said the tan woman. She had a forced smile.

Delta collapsed her knees to either side of him. The heft of her shorts-covered crotch rested on his chest. She started squeezing his sides with those knees. Her hips bounced on his front as he laid supine. He was so small compared to her. Where it not for Paradise’s dumb limitations she’d be able to squeeze his body in half between her thighs. Instead, she settled for curling her fingers down his back, thumb to his neck, and banging his head into the floor.

She closed her eyes and imagined his body breaking with every shift of her body. She imagined the contents of his skull splattering out more and more as his head conked the floor. A wetness built at her crotch. She imagined his screams as the last bits of his consciousness faded as she-

“Can you sit on me?” he said, interrupting her train of thought.

“What?”, she said.

Delta’s face had a mix of irritation and confusion painted on it, but his own blushed expression made it clear he was too horny to notice: or, perhaps, to care.

Bruce spoke again. “Y-you know, could you-”

“I am sitting on you now? What do you call this?”

She squeezed her knees at his sides again for good measure.

“No, I mean like my face.”

Delta blinked a few times, fast. Were it anyone else, they might’ve even had a laugh at the absurd and inopportune timing of the request. She, however, was angry.

“You read my ad. It said you’d be willing to let me do whatever I want.”

“Well, yeah, but, I’m doing a lot of the things you like already. Like, I’m not a big fan of this ‘banging my head’ stuff. I figured it’d be fair if you also-”

“Fair?!? That’s the opposite of what I want. I’m bigger, I have the power. You’re supposed to meekly struggle against what I do, or at least just lay there and take it. The fact that you’d even tell me what to do is the opposite of being subordinate. You’re the lesser one here, act like it!”

Delta spoke rapid in an arrhythmic tone. Bruce got startled into concession.

“Ok ok. Forget I asked.”

Delta started bouncing on him again. Eyes closed she imagined his chest caving in from an extra-strong drop of her crotch onto his rib-cage. It wasn’t nearly as appealing now. His dumb non-sequitur of a request dragged her out of the current mood. With a frustrated grunt, she rose up to her feet. Bruce almost asked what was going on, but he held his tongue.

For now.

Delta went back to stomping at his chest. She was silent sans a grunt here or there. She curled her toes at his skin and noticed a point where Paradise would cut her off there. Even without pain, the simulated reality didn’t permit too much contortion it’d seem. She moved her left ped to his right arm and pressed down at his elbow joint with the foot’s ball. Her big and second toe curled around the scrawny limb best she could and squeezed.

She turned to him to see his reaction, and saw him looking at the slight bit of cleavage sticking out from her top.

‘Fucker wasn’t even watching his arm.’

Delta lifted her foot and stamped right on his face. His body barely moved as her heel slammed at his nose. She shifted her foot down the length of his body than stomped so the ball of her foot touched down at his unharmed nose. That’s when she felt it: a lick.

“Ah, what the fuck was that?” she asked. With a thought she dried her foot off.

“It was just a lick. Sorry if you didn’t like it, it was just a spur of the moment kind of-”

“If? If?!? You read my ad right? I clearly stated no licking.”

“Well I might’ve forgotten it, or skimmed that part.”

“Skimmed? You skimmed a 253 character ad? Are you really so dense?”

Sad thing is she believed it possible.

“You remembered the character count?” he said. He paused after. “Well, I don’t know, a lot of women like it I thought. It’s kind of humiliating on my end to have to lick your toes or something.”

Delta almost twitched with rage. “I don’t care how you see it! You’re inferior. It’s like if a bug drooled on my feet. I don’t want insect spit on my toes. It’s like you’re sullying me: like spitting on palace.”

“Well, why didn’t you disable spit as a body fluid then?” Bruce asked. Seems he found a bit of a spine.

“Are you blaming me for your illiteracy? I left the setting on in case I wanted to stuff your face in my crotch and put you to work there or something.”

His green eyes perked. “Oh, can we do that instead?”

Delta grit her teeth. In a flash, she raised her bare foot above his face and stomped down, then again and again.

“You’re. Fucking. Disgusting.”

She lifted it and noticed his glasses.

“You had your glasses set to preserve?”

“Yeah, I like them. They complete my outfit!”

No one needed glasses in the real world. Everyone got the surgery from the Ministry of Health if they had poor sight.

“You couldn’t drop your vanity for a fucking hour?” she asked. Her palms rubbed at her face. “Who cares if they broke, you’d just spawn them in after. Didn’t you say you loved rough size-play?”

His eyes flittered to the side.

“Well, I loved the idea of it. Look even if you’re the dominant party here, I don’t think this should all be about your wants you know...”

She noticed now he didn’t share her interests at the same level: or perhaps even at all. Anger flared, she stomped furiously and wordlessly at his face. She noticed his body stop reacting. No pressure went through as he turned back on touch safety. Her sole instead came down millimeters away from contact with his face.

“Get. Out.” she muttered through teeth. She quickly did a kick command on Bruce. To avoid startling guests too much, Paradise enforced a 5 second timer before hand as well as giving him an alert.

Taking the rejection poorly, he made a parting swipe with words. With a smug grin,

“Whatever, bye bye big gal.”

He disappeared and her last step thumped on the floor. Fists clenched, Delta grew. The little cabin she made exploded against her body as she rose to a mile in height in an instant. She called up a chunk of city she had designed and filled it with shape-people NPCs. She didn’t even savor the stomp as she crushed it flat out of existence. She just wanted to break something then, not get off.

After blowing off steam, Delta was back in the real world. She used her back-door into the city transport to try and see if Bruce was in the city, but no such luck. She did manage to find out he worked as a programmer for a Rain Forest office at a city farther west, but they took their web security more seriously.

In a nation with a billion people, at least one was bound to piss her off while staying out of retaliation's reach.

It felt unfair.

--==--==--==--

Delta went through another bowl of her virtual snack. She watched TV for a few hours, the only change to her situation on the couch was the inclusion of some buildings by her feet. Now and then she’d curl her toes into them and smile weakly at the brittle sensations they offered. She was still 1000ft tall in her realm, technically.

Just before an episode of her show was about to end, she received a 30 second warning in the form of an alert on her private-holodisplay. A robotic feminine voice accompanied it.

“8 hour max paradise time reached. Beginning log out procedure.”, it said.

“Oh come the fuck on.” said Delta, as though the dumb system could listen. She belted her snack bowl across the remains of her metropolis at her front. The bowl broke through a few building chunks while the puffed snacks rolled their own little swaths of destruction, boulders-wide.

“The show’s got two minutes left, can you at least give me that?”

The voice was silent till the counter hit 14.

“Logging player out in 10, 9, 8, 7,”

Delta grunted. To preserve some sense of control she reset the realm to a landscape state and logged off herself at the 3 second mark.

Her body awake in her apartment. She undid her chair buckle and thought off the screen. It was dark now, and outside Paradise her tiredness hit her. She felt ‘human’ again, unable to make furniture and cities appear at a thought. Her hair was black again, her eyes brown.

The woman stumbled towards her mattress and pitched onto it. She rolled over onto her back and drew a blanket over her body.

‘Least there’s the feature announcement tomorrow. That’ll be good. It’s gotta be.’

Delta fell asleep.

Chapter 4: Announcement

The dark-haired woman woke up late into the morning hours. Her rise was natural as always. She didn’t ever use the alarm clock feature of her headclip. The only schedule Delta needed adhere to was her own.

Today was something of an exception though. In just two hours there’d be the announcement on the much sought after “time-dilation” feature. Delta wasn’t the only citizen that wanted more time in Paradise. Within the simulated reality, time was currently at a 1-1 ratio. That is, every hour in Paradise corresponded to one hour out in the real world. But, it didn’t have to be that way and people knew it. The resources of the computer farms scattered around the planet *had* to be enough for some desyncing.

The Council of Representatives finally approved the idea a year ago, and since then the Ministry of Technology apparently worked hard on it. Seems today they’d finally get some news. The firmware update for headclips this morning definitely confirmed that.

The only other feature even remotely as requested was that of digital immortality. Given the offerings of Paradise, it was only natural to want to spend one’s life forever there. That, the government refused to consider, claiming it’d be too computationally complex. Delta thought that bullshit, but she was young enough at 20 to not worry about it much. Besides, every old fart or unlucky bastard that passed away one way or another had their consciousness frozen in their headclips.

Those skull-embedded computers were tougher than the black boxes of a silver-seeder. The government assured people their relatives were stored away, safe and secure, in vaults for when the time came that computer tech was up to snuff for the hundreds of millions that passed since Paradise’s inception.

Delta disrobed and chucked her clothes into the dirty pile. She walked naked to her bathroom and did her morning routine of teeth brushing and a shower. Beneath the soothing hot water of the nozzle, she imagined herself a celestial being bathing in star heated ether. Eyes closed, she drew her fingers through her hair and thought of all the lives that’d end if those droplets of water sliding down light-brown skin were galaxies instead.

She didn’t plan on leaving her home today, so after getting her black undergarments on she donned some green shorts and another yellow shirt. She grabbed a Nutri-drink bottle and brought up a private-holodisplay before her eyes to check the time. She had little over an hour and a half.

Her chair swiveled her way at a thought and she plopped on it. Bare feet kicked up onto her desk. She thought her screen on and checked on her finances. Delta had a decent sized investment portfolio. That provided a nice hefty trickle of money from the passive funds which grew her sizable bank account even more every year. The woman worked for her initial principal, though. She wasn’t born rich. She was self-made.

Delta was a hacker, and she convinced herself she was the best. The vast majority of her initial success came from exploits she found. She was the Ministry of Finance’s worst enemy, and they didn’t even know her name nor that she even existed. She wasn’t greedy. When she found an exploit at a bank, she took things slow. Just a few cents off every account every week. Wealth by a thousand cuts--or millions, rather.

They eventually wised up. Her backdoors were quashed and the Finance Ministry up more security standards for transactions. By then, she already made herself a multi-millionaire a hundred times over. Now, she didn’t need to work at all. Retired at age 20! She wondered if that was a record of some kind. Probably not. There used to be lottos and the like in the pre-Misstep days, she heard.

Delta counted the zeros on her bank page and chuckled. It was funny to think there was a time she followed the usual path. She went to college once, for a year. Her aptitude in math and outright genius with computers was fast noticed but, alas, she refused to do any assignments. They were considered a waste of time. All her instructors with ok passing her regardless, sans one Professor Margret who drew a line in the sand so to speak. Thus, the brightest student the tech department ever had flunked out freshman year.

After that she briefly worked for a programming start-up for one Mr. Clark. She practically built the entire API for their dumb little service, but she wasn’t a team player. If a design decision happened that she didn’t agree with, she just did things her own way regardless. That lead to butting heads and a firing.

Tragically, Mr. Clark was the boss of his own work so no amount of Rain Forest dildo deliveries would get him fired. Prof. Margret, of course, had tenure so that route was a bust there too.

Those two and Bruce were on her shit list. Oh, and Lesli, a peer from her college days. That gossiping gadfly was someone who didn’t have to work like Delta did before coasting on passive income.

Delta swished a bottle of Nutri-drink around while she watched the rest of that show from last evening. She was biding time till just before the announcement before drinking. As of now, there was a hard limit of 8 hours in Paradise per-day. Aside from that, the ever vigilant computers clung in everyone’s skulls watched nutrient and hydration levels. If those dipped too low, you got kicked out early till you took care of it.

That’s why Delta always brought the “day” sized Nutri-drinks. One of these and she was set for the day on food and fluids. The 0-cal chips were just for pleasure, and while watching her show she munched on a few more from another, older, bag she had lying around

Of course, there were other reasons one could be ejected. Any sort of rapid change in real-body vitals. Motion was a reason too, in case you needed to shake a friend out of Paradise for whatever reason. Delta didn’t have friends, and the building’s doors were always locked so that was no issue.

With 10 minutes left before the scheduled morning event, she chugged the drink, buckled herself into her chair, and entered Paradise.

She poofed into the Nexus. Her circuit-patterned hair returned, as did her yellow irised eyes. Her default outfit of sweatpants was chosen, but she usually liked to match her clothes on the outside. She summoned up perfect replicas of the yellow shirt and green shorts on her body. A cloud of smoke occluded her form as the clothes changed, of course.

The system put her in some random area of the Nexus, even on such a big day as this. No worries for Delta, as people could zip around the Nexus with just a thought. No sooner than her clothes changed did she poof herself as close to Central Square as she could get.

The Nexus was the hub of Paradise, but the Central Square was like the hub of the Nexus. This is the area where people could be recorded to show up on screens out in the real world. Naturally, it was popular with everyone trying to show off on a normal day.

Today, the giant screens overlooking the virtual city square were host to an announcement most everyone looked forward to. The news would hit feed sites seconds after shown here for sure, but Delta didn’t want to wait, and neither did the thousands of others crowding the giant area.

She walked by folks with hair styled like ice-cream cones or tentacle dreads. Colors of the styles, hair and fashion, were all sorts of pastel and rainbow shades. People were wearing their best. Her bare feet moved her towards the center of the square with some effort squeezing by everyone. She never wore shoes in paradise. Much funner to feel the ground underfoot--pretend there were some tiny civilizations there while at it.

A woman approached Delta. She wore one of the latest fashions: a skirt with the colors of some ancient cathode-ray TV chromatic test patterns. Delta found that current fad particularly lame, but it’d pass.

“Hey!” said the rainbow haired woman. “I love your hair pattern. Where’d you buy it?”

Delta stayed silent for a bit, but it’s clear the woman wasn’t going anywhere. She spoke curtly.

“I made it myself.”

“Wow, really? You should sell it.”

The amount of times she heard that.

‘Even when people could make almost anything, they still found a way to outsource creativity.’, she often thought.

Delta forced a sweet tone. “Really? You think so? Thanks. I’ll consider it.”

That got the woman to leave her alone. Just in time for the announcement to begin.

There were plenty of screens. The biggest one hovered in the air a few hundred feet in front and a good ways above Delta. More were on the super-store buildings nearby. The USH emblem appeared on the black screens and most everyone cheered. The visual transitioned to a fancy looking office. A brown-skinned man with slick black hair and a friendly smile locked his hands on smooth-surfaced desk. His suit was a suave shade of gray and hugged his fit form just right.

“Hello.” he said. “I’m Martin Canmore. You may know me as the Technology Minister for our country.”

Delta looked around to see some of the other ladies--and a few men--swooning at minister. The 30-something year old official had a handsome flare, true, but her mind wasn’t set on ogling. She wanted to hear about the time-dilation feature.

“Now, I bet you are all waiting to hear about the new time-dilation feature.”

Delta’s eyes perked.

“I’ll get to that in a moment, but first a more somber note.” His expression became serious. Delta’s eyes rolled at the delay. Her right foot tapped impatiently against the concrete under sole.

“As we’re all aware, in two days from now is the 200th anniversary of the Great Misstep.”

‘Not this shit again. Just get on to the feature details’, thought Delta.

All the while, Martin still spoke on the screen.

“A dark period in our nation’s history. When resources were stretched thin on a rapidly warming planet, our predecessors committed a great betrayal. They told the other nations in the world they had a solution to help solve the climate issues. Our nation launched the devices into orbit under the guise of sending up the most hi-tech weather satellites known to humankind. Our predecessors promised to use them to monitor thermal patterns so we could more precisely cool the globe with aerosols. This was a lie. They were a state of the art laser defense system.”

The talking man was replaced with camera footage from one satellite’s wing.

The crowd paused, faces glum. Delta’s was stoic. She tried not to show her annoyance as Martin droned on.

“With the satellites in place, our nation shamelessly launched nuclear arms towards every other nation on the planet. There were retaliatory strikes, but the satellites shot down almost all of them with ease. A malfunction in one led to the western coast of the country getting hit. A great loss and penance, but while we were wounded, the other nations were dead.”

The visuals were that of nuclear explosions going off: recorded from some high-range camera. Delta heard a few sobs from people around here. Her foot tapped faster. Listening to this blather was time she could better spend breaking buildings.

“All that tragedy just to ensure our way of live would be preserved; that we wouldn’t need to fight over dwindling resources. Thankfully, we realized the gravity of our mistake over the years. To honor the memories of the lives our nation took, our government reformed and reorganized. There were to be no borders here, just one state, one nation. We went from the United States of America to a United State of Humanity. We pledged to set a good example as proper stewards of the planet.”

The visuals cut to a time lapse of sea water. In the lower rate corner was the date. As it increased, ice grew in the water from small little platforms to a great island. Occasionally, some curious looking boats were caught in the shots: ice-makers.

“Seizing control of the climate, we to this day mitigate the disastrous climate of old while maintaining the new. Yet no matter our nation’s efforts, we can’t bring back those lives we took. Aside from holding memory of them in our hearts, the least we can do is an official day of remembrance. As ever with every year, two days from now, July 1st, Paradise will be shut down for a day in memoriam. The old nations never got to enjoy Paradise as we do, so a day of refrain is the least we can do. I’m sure you all agree.”

‘Nonsense, get with the real announcement.’ thought Delta. This took long enough.

“Before our other announcement, a moment of silence.”, said Martin’s voice from the screen.

Delta screamed internally. Of course they’d front-load the feature announcement with sanctimonious spiel. She closed her eyes with the others at the square, but her thoughts were in the service of herself--not some long dead Misstep victims.

She imagined her hand coming down on the whole square. The buildings and their screens mashed into the wrinkles of her palm as she twisted it side to side. Every single person silenced in a smear rather than by choice. She wondered if everyone in the square could hold their quiet vigil when their sky was her skin.

The silence lasted an agonizing minute before Martin spoke again and everyone opened their eyes.

“Thank you. Now, let’s get on to a happier note. The time-dilation feature for Paradise. Though we’ve had the computational power for this for quite some time, Paradise wasn’t originally coded with it in mind. The council heard your wishes and set me to oversee the needed changes personally. It’s been a very long year, but the Paradise team finally finished it.”

As Martin spoke, the woman with circuit-pattern hair waited with baited breath. She could imagine it now: spending hours in here while only minutes passed outside. She wondered if that was possible with their technology, but she’d settle for a day in here being an hour out there. Limiting, but even with that she’d never get disturbed from a TV show again.

Days to herself before having to go back to a real and boring world. The thought was sweet. There was excitement in the crowd and for once Delta shared their sentiment.

Martin continued, his voice raising as he flashed a shiny smile.

“Starting right now, you can spend two hours in Paradise for every hour out in the real world! This means the effective daily quota for Paradise leisure time is 16 hours! Enjoy yourselves. Long live the United State of Humanity!!!”

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers that continued even after the screen shut off. In the midst of the dancing jubilee, Delta stood frozen as water at the poles. Her fists clenched so tight even her short nails dug into her simulated skin.

‘2 hours for one. A ratio of 2-1. *That’s it?!?*’

People reached out to hug one another. She heard bits of the chatter.

“Wow double time. That’s great!”

“I know bro, we can play twice the Make-Landia!”

“I can’t wait babe, twice the time to spend with you.”

“Neat, I’ll be able to catch up even quicker on my shows.”

‘Idiots! Idiots and imbeciles all of them. They’re celebrating this? This fucking *pittance*?’, thought Delta.

Her face was red with rage. The one thing she was looking forward to was a let down.

From right behind her shoulders, Delta heard a man’s voice.

“Whoa dudette cool hair. That’s, like, a computer board or something right? Have you ever consider selling-”

“Fuck off!” she shouted.

Delta paused. All around her were people staring. She felt vulnerable: exposed with true emotions slipped by. Her chest felt like glass. Hot glass, since rage still coursed through her veins.

She poofed out of Central Square to her realm and screamed.

Chapter 5: Vulnerability

“It’s not fair!”

Delta shouted alone across her natural landscape of a realm. Away from the crowd, she no longer felt anxious. That just left more room for her anger to boil

Since she reset the realm yesterday night, the place was clean of buildings. She changed that at a thought. Her usual city manifested within the seemingly endless world of hers. Then, right next to it, another city spawned, then another.

Delta was pissed, and needed more than just one city as a stress-reliever.

As the tall edifices rose all around her, she quickly began to dwarf them. Still in her shorts and shirt--green and yellow like the colors of her hair--Delta grew up and out. Her body rose high above the towers, but she had no patience. All while her form expanded she was elbowing buildings over and crushing their remains under tread.

‘A two to one ratio. That’s it! Not enough!’, she thought.

Delta hit a mile in height fast. Her ruminations stoked the anger which had her increase her growth rate in turn.

‘Why must my fantasies be stifled like this? There’s no way that’s all they could do. They should've been able to do 16-1 at least!”

She took a booming step over a few blocks. The crumbling textures under her soft sole served only to fuel her anger, not quell it. She burst up to 5 miles in height instantly. As her form settled again, the ground of her realm quaked and countless blocks disappeared underneath kilometer long feet.

‘Look at me. Stepping on these empty shells. I might as well be walking on a beach. And if I want to populate my city?’

Delta lifted her foot and stomped down on a pristine swath of the current virtual and empty city. Her foot swished left to right to smash a crater clearing about as wide as a welcome mat. She lifted her foot and settled it to the area’s side as it filled with those shape-made NPCs with sphere heads and cylinder limbs. They walked around, uncaring of the giant tan woman shadowing them.

She spoke aloud now, her thoughts slipping past her lips.

“What do I get? The denizens of my realm to destroy? You worthless fucks.” said Delta, speaking aloud now.

Her foot settled to the side of the area.

“My sole just whisked right over your heads, and you didn’t even run. You can’t fear it. You can’t fear me. You don’t even react! Look at you, stumbling around. While a giant, a fucking ‘god’ looms above you. How am I supposed to be immersed like this?”

She raised her foot and stomped them out in a few quick motions. Seconds before her sole would’ve crushed them, they poofed out.

“I. Hate. This.”

That area was cleared, and she doubled in size again. By now, her 10 mile self crept into an adjacent city. Her toes steamrolled skyscrapers in their brief rest. It only took a moment before she raised her foot again. The cities near her began to populate with NPCs. The buildings, too, became rife with them.

“It’s not even me that’s the issue! I could write some behavior code to make NPCs cower, to flee, to scream. To act intelligently and naturally to the force of nature I am! But no, a human can fuck 30 people a day here in Paradise, but if *one* person wants to crush some realistic people, that’s too much! Too violent. Too obscene! I can have sex dolls, but not punching bags. How fucking wonderful!”

She brought her foot down over more than a mile of city and clenched her toes into the earth of her realm. Her ground simulations were realistic in their own way, and splits in the land crept out from her foot’s impact like spider webs.

Another thought had the streets get populated by vehicles. Buses, models of the autonomous kind in Newer York City, ran through the streets filled with those NPCs of hers.

“I can’t even make you get off at stops, or try and flee the windows.” she said. Delta brought a toe down on a convoy of the things as well as the surrounding block.

She was a city destroyer, but didn’t feel like it. Anger still thrummed at her head. She appeared in front of a yet-untouched city of hers at 100 miles in height. She raised her foot and covered the entire thing in her shadow. A ping entered her head, and she opened her headclip interface to see a message.

‘Warning: approaching current realm complexity limit. To be considerate of other Paradise players, please reduce the amount or detail of objects and entities in your realm.’

“Fuck off.” she mouthed.

A thought dashed the private-holodisplay away and she brought her foot down on the city. Her sole fell upon the metropolis. The tops of buildings began to crumble. She almost felt a bit of satisfaction as the realistic physics of building destruction just tickled her sole. She closed her eyes to savor this moment, then stepped down onto grass as a loud buzz interrupted her pleasure.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was back to her old size. Her feet rested on an empty landscape now. Paradise had a dynamic soft-cap on realm complexity. The computer farms were a shared resource, and they served more than just Paradise. When Paradise usage was high, realms had to be more constrained in their demands, else they got reset.

Delta was angry beyond words. She designed her cities and buildings herself. She couldn’t have the real ones. She could easily recreate the Nexus for that fantasy of hers, but the buildings there, as well as any real world ones were forbidden to be remade in private. No Leaning Tower of Pisa for her to smash: even getting too similar with the model prompted an error that precluded rendering.

Now, because everyone had flocked to Paradise to enjoy the first day with time-dilation added in, Delta couldn’t even appreciate stepping on a city of her own. The physics of it was too complex at this moment with everyone lounging in virtual manors or playing group games in other realms.

The woman with circuit-patterned hair grew up to a paltry 50ft in height. She summoned up a simple city on the fly into her realm, picked semi-random from her list. Her feet crushed against the street lined with NPCs and buses, but she paid them little mind. Instead she walked up to a building so smooth and shiny she could see herself in it.

Delta stared at her yellow-eyed face. Seeing herself quelled her anger and her expression grew glum.

‘It’s just not fair. I could create entire continents if only given the resources.’

To prove the fact, Delta held up her palms and looked down. She made a chunk of shrunken landmass in her clutches. It looked as though she dug her mitts into a green planet, perhaps an older Earth, and tore up a chunk of the terrain. It rested gently in her light-brown hands.

Delta put her gifted imagination and design skills to work. The landscape came to life with minutely raised expanses of forest. She could almost see the treetops flutter from the soft exhales of her nose. She smiled at the power of that for a moment, before remembering that having to *breath* was enforced here. They didn’t want people feeling too “inhuman.”

But, what was human about holding a continent in her hand?

She formed a few patches of gray next. Each one tiny gray blemish was a detailed city, though without any NPCs or buses or the like. She also stopped at three, not wanting to hit complexity cap again. She squinted, trying to make out even a single speck of them. No such luck. One couldn’t have super senses here. Another possibility denied by the rules of the system.

Still, this was tantalizing. She imagined how she’d look from down there. Her face would be their sky: they could maybe see one eye at a time, if even. She began to smile. Delta balanced the terrain chunk carefully in one hand. With her other, she hovered a tan finger above one of the cities: a mountain and a small forest were caught in the shadow too. This would definitely trigger the complexity cap. Yet, it was tantalizing all the same...

‘Fuck it’ she thought. Delta brought her finger down on the mini-continent she made. As her digit made landfall, she gasped. Surprisingly, the realm didn’t reset. She didn’t even get a warning. Still, something happened as that swath of landscape mashed into the whorl of her print. She had never seen it before, and it distracted her from the thrill of her own destructive display.

In the reflection of the building at her front, she saw the buses and NPCs moving about stutter.

Her realm had lagged.

Chapter 6: Exploit

Delta tested things again. She slowly raised the continent in her hand, which she was sure caused enough wobbling of buildings for physics calculations to abound. This time, her eyes were on the reflection of the building. She saw the buses and NPCs start jumping from one location to the next after pauses.

That was lag alright. Real lag. It should have been impossible. The complexity cap was guaranteed to kick in before that was an issue. Lag was something you learned about in a design class as a history topic, not something to see in the real or virtual world.

Delta was on to something here. Holding the continent in her hand, her 50ft form went on the move a bit. Her bare feet left cracks in the road as she walked down the street. Every step had the realm visibly stutter--her form excluded--till the lag suddenly stopped a couple buildings away.

The young woman was in thinking mode, too focused to notice one of her feet resting over the midsection of a bus. It’s only once her foot tapped in thought that she absentmindedly recognized the sensation with a smile.

“This lag could be something...”, she mused.

Delta walked backwards to try and figure out what changed. Sure enough, after a few more steps the lag kicked up again. She studied her continent to see if anything significant changed. Of course not, why would it? All she did was move a bit. A few buildings shook, some probably broke, but she didn’t change it’s design.

Delta turned to the shiny building at her left. She smiled.

“The reflection!”

In that moment, the hacker figured it all out. The complexity limit detection algorithm didn’t account for reflections. Her mini-continent and its empty cities weren’t detailed enough to cause lag on their own. If she broke a mini-city twice as detailed, it would’ve been. That’s what the mirrored surface of the building made the system do, yet it wasn’t detected! She bypassed the soft-cap.

‘What an oversight.’ Delta thought. It must’ve never come up. There probably wasn’t another realm as complex as hers, she reasoned. A lot of realms were just fancy homes. There were game realms with some wacky worlds, but people were lazy when making stuff. Adventure lands reused mountains, and towns were sparse. Delta designed each and every one of her buildings uniquely, and at a speeds few could keep up with. Her world was one of the most taxing; today wasn’t the first time she got a complexity-driven realm reset.

So, while there were definitely realms with mirrors and the like, they probably never reflected too much. Even if they did, the objects would likely be simpler than a meticulously crafted skyscraper. Moreover, the system could shortcut things by storing the object once in memory and just copying it as needed to populate the realm.

Not so with Delta’s usual realm setups.

Grinning, the circuit-haired woman lifted her finger over another of the city spots on the handheld continent. She smashed it hard and saw the realm freeze for a bit. There was lag alright.

Delta had another question to answer: what exactly was lagging? She thought to what she knew about Paradise and how it worked. Paradise used the distributed and dynamic computational power of the computer farms, just like the transit systems, climate mitigators, drone AIs and all sorts of other programs. For each and every realm, there had to be some sort of construct to manage it: a server. It wouldn’t be physical of course. That’d defeat the purpose of the computer farms. So, when her realm lagged she was taxing some virtual server in the ever shifting throng of Paradise realms.

She could do something with that. Whenever there was an oversight like this, there was potential. That’s how she made her riches as a hacker after all.

Delta asked herself another, more common question: ‘What could I gain from this?’ She already had a means to bypass the soft-cap on complexity, but there had to be something more for her from this discovery.

She thought of another, more interesting question.

‘What would happen if a virtual realm server crashed?’

Clearly this virtual server her world was contained in, presently, had a buffer of objects and a capacity for calculations that she could overflow. And if overflowed, where would it go?

‘The realm’s very code.’, she figured.

Code and memory were just bits and bytes interpreted differently after all. So, she’d probably break something. The last question, then, was would she break something in a way to help her, like she usually did?

It was time to find out.

Delta got to work designing. With a few thoughts, she deleted almost everything in her realm; even the green landscape of her world turned to a boring white plain. The only things still here were herself, that mirror-faced building and the NPCs behind her. She saw them waddle about in the reflection of the shiny structure.

“You little things might not be so useless after all for once.” she said, teasing them as though they could hear.

A thought had the building stretched out near infinitely wide and thin. Another made it a proper mirror. She looked up and the sky itself changed from blue to a curved mirror. She had reflective surfaces stretched all around her realm on all sides. Another thought had the very “floor” of her world become a mirror. She saw herself and the NPCs reflected 6 times over, not counting the mirrors reflecting each other’s reflections, of course. The groundwork was set, and now it was time to create.

Delta’s NPCs were of two types, differing only by torso shape. Each was the closest she could get a virtual being to a human without the system cutting her off from her fantasies. They had a stupid pre-made AI setting called “Wander”. Though entirely insufficient for a rampaging giant gal to enjoy herself, the setting had a special property: the AIs for her shape-people were dumb, but random. True random, thanks in part to the quantum computers mixed in with traditional at the remote farms.

Random was hard to predict and couldn’t be duplicated. The models and textures could, but she could fix that with a bit of code. Delta made a template for a new entity of her design. Their base shape was the same, but she added some random changes. New random colors, and their parts would be different in less realistic ways. Their cylinder or triangle torsos would have random heights. A random number of random-length fingers on their random-radiused sphere palms. She also added a simple function, one she was about to test.

She hit a button and spawned such an entity, then another. They looked awful. One’s head was huge, the other’s was small. Each fell over from some different anatomical failing. Their colors were different shades of puke pastels or eye-bleeding neon. They were different in almost every way, and the system couldn’t shortcut them.

Delta thought up a structure in the center of her realm. It looked like a tiny factory. She had it run some code she wrote with a quick thought or two. It was a simple loop: that is, it did something over and over.

“

While (true) {

wait(millisecond(0.1)); createEntity(randomShapePerson());

}

”

Every one-thousandth second, that little factory of hers churned out 10 random shape-based NPC: 10,000 a second. Yet, while the factory only made that many, the virtual server running her realm had to process many more: one per reflection, in fact. This would probably crash the server on its own fast, but not fast enough for Delta.

As the factory worked hard and the realm filled with entities, Delta grew up and up to a size of 5 miles. She stepped back, giving the NPCs some space as they’d simply disappear if stepped on. For once, she didn’t want them gone.

Once she had enough distance, the titanic woman spawned in a city at her feet. She wasn’t big enough to step on it in one go. In fact, she often played with this very city at this very size. One key difference, which she made with a thought, was to change every single detailed building’s textures to a mirror. The girders, windows--even the furniture inside was surfaced by a reflective sheen.

Just spawning the metropolis had the realm lag. Delta moved to the mirror cities edge, and each of her quaking steps shook the structures and froze all the wandering and wobbling of the shape-people below for a good second or two.

She raised her foot above a large swath of the city. The movement reflected many times over. Every building bounced the image off its mirror top to the mirror sky. The mirror realm-walls bounced the image of the side of her foot, back and forth along with the rapidly growing city population. She wanted this moment to be big.

Delta waited while the factory churned out more NPCs. They stumbled and bumped to each other in a big pile. She kept wiggling her toes above the city as she checked for something. A few wiggles after she started, and even she started lagging. Realms treated players differently, so she was really at the crux of the virtual servers limits with her hyper-complex realm.

Then, she stomped.

Blocks of buildings exploded against her sole. She cooed at the sensation of it all like usual, yet her voice was heard with arrhythmic pauses between the syllables. Lag.

A bunch of the NPCs poofed away as they were too malformed to move even *if* they had the sense to run. Yet, the computational load saved from their disappearance was used up hundreds of time over by the building physics reflected over and over and over. Every mirrored piece of the structures had to work as it moved through the air in laggy bursts.

Delta could think, but her body took forever to move. It was like she was frozen, seconds at a time with a brief moment of “catch-up”. She wasn’t afraid though, she was thrilled. This was it!

Her pinky toe hit a short structure after a laggy jerk. That sent her over some threshold. The realm went dark.

Everything disappeared except for Delta, who found herself able to move again in this void. She floated without gravity as the ‘physics’ of her realm was some weird basic state. She got a strange error message on her headclip. It was white text on a black terminal.

“ERROR: Program Crash. Beginning system level server reboot.”

“Pause!” she shouted, while thinking the command at the same time.

‘Kill process’. She thought the command and the reboot halted.

Two words caught Delta’s eyes. “System Level”. She had a powerful hunch of something. If true, she just made the exploit of a lifetime. Her realm was hers, she owned it and could tweak its code--in theory. In practice, the premade physics sufficed so she had no need.

Till now.

She wasn’t in her realm anymore, she was in a virtual server’s pseudo-realm state. The server also wasn’t running her realm anymore, which meant it was running raw Paradise code with system level access. That meant she should be able to modify it. Delta pulled up the code files to prove it to herself.

“No way...”

Delta smiled wide. Her body was warm. She was too giddy to speak or think. It was like she was programming at home. As there, she was able to sift through and modify the code with her mind. Only here, she was working not with just any code, but Paradise code: *the* code for the simulated reality world itself. The very thing running, right now, across all Paradise.

Paradise had a live-changes model, just in case anything needed to be tweaked without kicking everyone out. That was the only explanation she could think of.

Delta’s mind fluttered with possibilities, but there was one spot she always checked first breaking into any system: user access permissions.

She found a code file with the different rankings of Paradise players. She saw some special statuses. Based on the code, seems everyone had “player” by default so those weren’t listed. What a long list that’d be.

Delta also saw a bunch of statuses for “DEVELOPER” and a few for “ADMIN”. Each qualifier was followed by a list of many or a few headclip ids. Above “ADMIN” on the list was “TECH_MINISTER” with just one headclip id.

‘That must be Martin Canmore’s’, Delta thought. She memorized it for later, just in case.

Yet there was one status above that, commented out. Then, even that was surrounded by comments: words in the code to be read as a message to the reader, but not processed by the running processor.

“

```

# Not to enable while live.

# Offline and local development purposes only!!!

GODMODE

<id goes here>

```

“

Delta’s heart started racing. Could this be real? All access to the system? What else could that status entail than “everything”?

She worked fast. In a thought, all the other special statuses were commented out: that is, she put a ‘#’ in front of them to mark them as skipped by the running processor. No more Developers or Admins to worry about. Even that Martin fellow would be one with the common person, unable to ban or debug or whatever it is they could do with that.

Next, she moved her thoughts to the “<id goes here>” string and replaced it with her own numeric headclip id: the first id she ever memorized.

Delta took a deep breath, then deleted the comments around the GODMODE status. That bit of code was now live and the change took effect.

Delta gasped as new levels of accesses reached her mind. She became keenly aware of all sorts of new information to explore. The tan woman had a new display prompt request. Something definitely changed. She accepted the prompt and an influx of information showed on a private-holodisplay popped out to her front. To a layperson it wouldn’t mean much: just numbers and the like. However, she recognized it all as data for the virtual server itself. She saw its virtual memory amount, virtual processing speed data and all sorts of info.

Delta closed the display to test things out. She intended to reboot her realm. Worst case, she knew how to get this exploit going again if need be.

The circuit-haired woman made the command and was surprised at how snappy her blue sky and green-filled landscape snapped into place.

‘Let’s try, a building.’

Delta spawned one of her building models at a size to come up to her bare ankle. The object spawned in instantly, and she found she had awareness of a ‘load time’ statistic. For fun, she tried to modify it and found it even more intuitive than before to change its top to a triangle, then a square.

‘It must be my status. I’m getting priority with the Wish-Interpreter’, she thought.

The Paradise Wish-Interpreter was the name given to the functionality of Paradise that “filled in the blanks” for user commands. When she thought of a building in the past, it was the Paradise system that thought to give it real world physics. When she spawned in candy, the Wish-Interpreter handled its flavor. One could overwrite such things of course, but usually there wasn’t a need.

‘No.’ she paused. ‘No this is too good, too smooth. It must be some development edition of the functionality.’

Delta continued playing with her building. She made its top something complicated: a fully textured chair. She found her ease of designing it inhumanely smooth.

‘Incredible. It’s like my thoughts are augmented or something.’

Delta imagined a continent at the top of the building. She made it with that surprising new ease, then spawned a bunch of cities on it. She crouched down to get a closer look at things. She curled her fingers around the landmass and crushed it.

‘No complexity limit either, and no lag. I must be exempt from the detection processes here, as well having an infinite quota from the virtual servers.’

She brought up the holodisplay from before and saw that, as predicted, the virtual server capacity increased in memory and the like to meet her new needs.

‘Amazing.’

Delta spawned one of the shape-based NPCs on the ground by her feet. It was of the triangle-torso variety.

She watched it wander around with its default AI, but to test further she swapped that AI out. She wrote a behavior script to mimic a fearful rampage victim once, just for fun. Of course, she was never able to test it cause of the ethics rules. But she had a hunch they didn’t apply to a GODMODE user like herself.

Delta lifted her foot above the shape-based person-being and it fell to the ground on its butt, raised a cylinder arm over its featureless sphere-head, and screamed in horror.

Her hunch was correct. Delta smiled, then set her foot down on the thing. Amazingly, it didn’t poof! Instead, she felt its shapes break apart like the bones falling off and away from a cartoon skeleton. A bit more pressure flattened the shapes out to the thickness of paper. Amusingly to her, the thing still screamed in its feminine voice.

The shape-based NPCs lacked a proper “death” state. If she had made one for them, then the system wouldn’t have let them be props in her fantasies. Of course, that changed with her GODMODE status. She let the NPC scream a bit longer before deleting it with a thought.

“Finally.”, she mused. “I can have a real city to play with.”

She grew up to 1000ft tall, spawned one of her cities, then designed a new NPC. Without the system’s limitations weighing her down, she thought up some actual people. The system normally didn’t allow human look-alike NPCs in any context, but she was exempt from that now. *She* herself was an exception to the rules: an exceptional one.

The city filled with generic looking men and women. Each were loaded with her “rampage victim” behavior scripts. Soon as that happened they looked up at her towering form. Some screamed and pointed, others cowered, and many more started to run. She grinned and lifted her bare right foot above the ground. Her sole met them and she felt them wiggle and pree against her sensitive skin there.

With a coo, Delta stomped down and felt them squash out as blips of warm red mist. Her foot was unstained when she lifted it off them to inspect the splatters.

Delta ran her fingers through her green-and-yellow locks. She was titillating herself here. But, something was still off. They looked human, and screamed like humans, but they weren’t. Why settle for that? She wasn’t just a normal player in Paradise anymore. She had power, and this power had to go beyond her realm. That code showed as much.

She decided to branch out and test her powers in someone else’s virtual domain. Some lucky person would be in for the surprise of a lifetime. She checked her new accesses and found she could search out any person who had ever been in Paradise.

She checked some of her old grudges. She found full profiles on them: names, descriptions, realm data and even headclip ids. Sadly, her old boss and professor were offline at the moment. One person on her grudge-list was online though: a certain programmer by the name of “Bruce”.

Of course, if she showed up and started stomping him to bits he’d simply log out. She didn’t want him, or anyone else, being able to escape. No one should be able to escape her grasp. She finally had the power to make that so, and it filled her with glee. Smiling, she pulled up the Paradise code she now had access to.

‘Let’s see here, logout functionality.’

She found the code that handled exiting paradise. It was a vast and complex series of functions. She added a bit of code of the start of the function.

“

If (user.status() != GODMODE) {return;}

”

That bit of code she added made it so whenever someone other than her tried to get out of the system, nothing would happen. Everyone was stuck in Paradise with her with her new powers and permissions. No toys could escape the box now.

Sadly, she saw some comments from the developers that made her frown.

```

# Forced logout via extreme events such as death

# is handled at the headclip firmware level.

```

‘Oh well’, she thought. ‘I don’t think anyone’s gonna die while logged in, especially with time-dilation in play. Ah yes, that.’

Delta scanned the program code for the time-dilation functionality and found it fast. It was interesting and complex stuff, but she just needed to find the constant they used for the ratio.

“

# Can’t set higher than the headclip firmware defined

# TIME_DIFF_MAX constant

TIME_DILATION_RATIO = 2*3600*ONE_BILLION

”

Seems they used a nanosecond level of precision currently. She called up the value of TIME_DIFF_MAX, did some mental math, and found out it’d set the time-dilation factor for Paradise to 32-1. That is, every thirty-two hours in here was one hour out there in the real world.

‘Measly, but an improvement’

She set the value. Any extra time here was a boon, especially now that she was exempt to the rules. She’d try and find a way past those limits later. For now, it was time to settle a grudge.

She poofed out to Bruce’s realm, thinking “no” when prompted on whether or not to announce the visit.

Chapter 7: Feature Testing

Bruce’s realm was private, but Delta’s current status had her as Paradise’s chief authority. She could go anywhere now, and she poofed in at the realm’s outskirts to stay out of sight.

The realm seemed to a pixelated landscape of a world with a bright blue and simple sky. Before she had time to take in the blocky sights, she received another holodisplay prompt.

‘More realm data. These interruptions could get annoying.’

Delta pulled up the code again. Her vision was swarmed with white text on black windows. She sifted through it to get to the relevant chunks. A code chunk caught her eye.

“

# Full realm data display.

# Should work with new sense-integration feature, but untested.

If (user.enhancedSenseIntegrationRealmData() == ESNSINT_OPT_YES) {

enhancedRealmDataDelivery(user)
}

”

The code seemed to check for an option being set--a ‘flag’ as programmers often called it. If it was present and set to the value of the constant ESNSINT_OPT_YES, she could try this functionality out.

Her plans to comment out the information delivery functionality changed. Why give up the data if she could just passively ‘know’ it all instead? The prompts bugged her, not the info itself. Information of any kind was power, after all.

Delta went to the section of the code where that flag was set. To her amazement, she found hundreds of such flags. There was one corresponding to realm settings, one for model data, and many others.

She saw most everything commented out so as to not get processed. One of the few exceptions was “enhancedSenseIntegrationAccessData”, and another was “enhancedSenseIntegrationDesign”

‘So that’s how I knew I had additional accesses when I first changed my status. It was also how I could design things so smoothly. Interesting.’

The way this code worked was to check if status was GODMODE, then it set the flag to that “YES” option. The other flag options worked the same, but they were commented out for now.

‘Must be in development still. I think I’ll be nice and test it out for them~’, thought Delta.

Smirking, she quickly enabled each and every flag. A moment later the file was processed with the changes and her body was alight with warmth. That wasn’t Paradise’s doing, it was the natural reaction of a power-fetishist getting flooded with new and amazing capabilities.

Delta became aware of the realm resources afford to Bruce’s realm without having once looked at that holodisplay. Memory amount, processor utilization capacity: she knew that info to the last byte as keenly as she knew the back of her hand.

Delta looked down at pixelated turf with short blocky grass. She wiggled her toes and felt its strange frizzy feeling. Not natural, but not unpleasant.

Her face had a wide smile to it. With this new integration feature she enabled, Delta knew exactly what was under her even before her yellow eyes gazed down. Object-model and object-placement data for the current realm were part of the information-dumps she now received directly into awareness. Similarly, without even looking back up she knew there was a square-made mountain to her front.

It wasn’t that Delta ‘saw’ the mountain, but she saw the block-objects used for it in her mind, and she knew that the coordinate information of those objects made a sort of triangular shape. She looked anyways just to confirm, and giggled herself giddy at how right she was.

‘Amazing~’

She knew the type of world this was. It wasn’t a custom-made realm, but one started from a “realm-base” one could buy in the Nexus. For some, realm making could be overwhelming, difficult, or otherwise feel like a chore. Maybe they just weren’t the creative type? In any case, those people could simply buy a pre-made foundation for their realm. Sometimes these were complete in their own right, and other times they just provided a series of rules, objects, and tools to work with. This realm was made from a “Make-Landia” realm base, which fell into the latter category.

An odd sort of “game” realm, Make-Landia provided the realm owner with a random generated landscape made entirely of square blocks. Block dirt, block stone, and other block features and resources abounded. The realm’s owner and any other “players” in the realm could then harvest these blocks, or just spawn them in if lazy. You could refine blocks to fancier looking ones and make houses and sculptures and the like.

It was very popular with the engineering crowd. It made sense that Bruce would have a realm like this. She knew he was a programmer too, after all. Not nearly as good though, else he might’ve been in her position now as the hijacker of an entire simulated reality.

Delta flew up into the sky at a thought, light-tan toes curling in the air. As part of her new “powers”, she found her eyesight amazingly keen and took all the sights. Bruce was quite the sculptor. All sorts of monuments made of stone and gold bricks dotted the blocky landscape. There were replicas of buildings, amusing emojis, and even some TV characters she recognized. Plenty of original designs too: tall square structures, pyramids and so forth. It was hard to find something shorter than a home in size.

Delta couldn’t wait to feel it all crumble under step.

She hovered back to the ground. Delta knew more than just raw realm data. She had a sort of meta-knowledge: she knew *what* she knew and had access too. She no longer needed a display to alter realm settings: she could do such things as easily as she could bend a finger. Easier, even.

With her GODMODE status she had permissions in the realm even beyond its owner. In particular, Delta checked the save settings for this realm. It autosaved the realm state every once in awhile: just in case Bruce deleted something he wanted back. Naturally, Delta turned that feature off, and removed his ability to save and load. While in his realm settings, she also disabled his ability to fly and warp around. Another thought and Bruce no longer had “owner” status in the realm.

There was something else she wanted to do, but it wasn’t part of realm settings by default. Made sense the developers of Paradise wouldn’t think of it as a feature.

Delta pulled up the code for realm settings and just wrote the functionality herself. Just as she locked everyone from leaving Paradise, she wrote up some code to stop Bruce from leaving his *own realm*.

Toys stayed in the boxes she wanted them in.

All that done, she blocked his ability to send messages to people of other realms within Paradise, and was then finally ready to reintroduce herself. A simple thought had her body shooting up to 500 feet in height. The pixelated grass under her soles disappeared under her increased weight as some destructive physics came into play.

Chapter 8: Break-Landia

Atop a tall mountain was a wide cabin Bruce called his “home” in the realm. He stood out as a normal human among the pixelated and blocky furniture of the single big room. Any human would: after all, one couldn’t change their body by Paradise rules, so matching the art style was out of the question. He certainly didn’t try to match the realm’s tones in fashion either, and wore his usual Paradise attire of sneakers, a T-shirt and shorts.

The bespectacled 23 year old was working on something at a craft station when he heard a series of booms. He cautiously stepped to the window.

‘That’s strange’, he thought. ‘I don’t remember reading about any earthquake feature in the latest patch notes.’

Bruce stuck his brown-haired head out the window. His green eyes squinted hard, but whatever was going on was a bit too far away to see. Thankfully, he had a telescopic view lens item. Pulling it out of the pixelated satchel on his side, he peered through its lens.

The man’s jaw dropped. Bruce saw a golden pyramid of his rest beneath a giant’s foot. The light-brown feminine toes curled around its top. Cracks formed in the upper squares of the block-made structure. She flexed those digits just a tad and the top blocks exploded between clenched toes. A second later her foot crashed through the rest of the structure. The entire thing burst apart. His green eyes went wide in horror.

‘What the fuck is going on?’, he thought.

Bruce stowed the telescope back into the hammerspace of his satchel then made a beeline to his elevator. He stepped on a pressure switch and the wooden platform descended past a trap door on the floor into the outside air of his realm. The quakes continued as he went down the mountain. All the while, he had a strange sense of deja vu. Something about that foot was familiar.

At the mountain’s base, Bruce hopped into a blocky jeep of his and zoomed over towards the source of the disturbance. He didn’t fly about his realm that often, as he found it more immersive to stay in a player-mode for the crafting game of his. He felt no rush, nor did he realize that ability was disabled.

Whatever wacky surprise giant invasion event the Make-Landia devs snuck in wouldn’t be something he couldn’t revert. He had plenty of saves, after all.

The vehicle chugged into a zoom across the pixelated and blocky terrain.

--==--==--==--

Delta looked down at the few remaining cubes of the pyramid she just crushed. The blocky structures of Make-Landia make were a novel sensation under sole. The cubes that made up the vast majority of the world had sides about a foot long. This made them easy to to pick and throw while still being big enough to clearly make out. At Delta’s 500ft stature, this gave that pyramid a unique sort of thick granularity as it burst under her stomp.

Delta took just two more steps till she reached the next structure: a big blocky smiley face. It definitely seemed like an earlier work of his, probably when he was just figuring out the game and how to make things. She set her foot upon it and slowly pressed down. Twinges of pleasure went through her body as she gently pressed down and saw the upper block layers of the sculpture crack.

That was another thing she found interesting about the realm. Make-Landia never really had to account for anything crushing blocks before. When she stomped on a creation, the Wish-Interpreter did its best to meet the demand with the existing rules of the games. Blocks didn’t crush normally, but you could break them or blow them up. The pressure she applied now triggered a cracking animation on the stone squares. She kept going till those layers burst into pixelated dust that existed just a few moments till the realm cleaned up the effect.

As with the pyramid, she stepped down hard shortly after. Everything under her foot exploded in a burst of more pixel dust and smoke. That was the other way Paradise handled destruction. Delta could of course overwrite this with a few thoughts to make it more realistic with compressing blocks and the like. However, she liked the novelty.

Even her footprints had a unique charm to them. The system recognized her foot should sink into the ground a bit, so it simply burst a few layers of ground-blocks under her steps. The “natural” grass, dirt, and rock squares cracked away with every foot fall. Turning around, she saw the trail of foot-shaped, blocky crevasses she left in her wake.

In a few more booming steps she made it to the bit of interest. The tan woman had a grin on her face as she raised her foot over a more fanciful looking creation. It was a tall tower of stone and painted wood blocks. At a glance it seemed like some weird building-sized art sculpture, but she realized there was some furniture inside the thing. It must’ve been an old base of his. It stood tall enough she had to raise up her knee to get her foot on it.

Toes curled, she pressed down and the building collapsed beneath the unyielding ball of her foot. When the pixel dust cleared, she saw Bruce’s jeep settled its coordinates a few hundred feet away from her. With her enhanced vision, she saw the shock on his face.

Smiling, Delta walked towards him.

--==--==--==--

Bruce’s journey over was a bumpy one. Every step from the giant woman reverberated through the land as a tremor that bounced his jeep to and fro. Thankfully, the vehicle was made for rugged terrain and he was used to driving on it. He got sight of her just as she finished crushing a structure of his.

“Hey that was one my first bases!” he shouted out from the open-topped car. “I don’t what kind of surprise event your giant ass is part of lady, but if you think I’m just gonna let you break my stuff you got another thing coming!”

She started moving towards him, but he held fast and pulled out a pixelated bazooka from his satchel. It was tricky to aim bouncing around much as he was, but she was a big target. He looked through the weapon’s visor up the those smooth soft-brown legs and past some green shorts. He fired, and watched the missile burst harmlessly against the fabric of her shirt.

The outfit seemed familiar. While he reloaded, he looked up towards his chest, then face. It was her! That angry woman he RP’d with that one time. The face was familiar enough, but that green-and-yellow patterned hair was unmistakable. The way the thin yellow lines of it bent and glowed like a live circuit board of the old times.

But, if that was her, then this wasn’t an event. How could it be? She was clearly a human. No realm could make NPCs like that. What a dumbass he felt like.

Bruce’s jeep was still running. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he felt like he had to get out of here. She was moving so fast though. Her toes settled in front of his vehicle before he had time to turn; the big toe was taller than him. On high, a voice thundered.

“Finally showed up, huh?” said the giant woman.

--==--==--==--

Delta leaned down to scoop up the jeep. She easily gripped the blocky car. Bruce must’ve panicked or something since he hit the gas and the wheels started spinning futilely in the air.

‘Like a bug flailing its legs.’, she thought.

Still crouched, she turned the car over and shook the man out into her palm. He landed on his butt without a hint of grace. She let the car fall to the ground and it bounced.

“Hey careful, that thing has a health bar!” shouted Bruce. He had quickly positioned himself over the edge of a finger to watch it fall. That gave him the perfect vantage point for when she moved her big toe over the itty-bitty thing and twisted it down. From her data feeds, she knew its health went 0 in an instant. The vehicle exploded in a little ball of fire.

“Mmf, warm. That little missile of yours was a good deal warmer though. If I had to choose an explosion to massage me, I’d go with that one.”, said Delta.

Bruce lurched as Delta stood up and rose her hand to her face. He sat in the curl of a finger as he thought about how he’d have to craft another vehicle when he got back to his cabin. Those things took a lot of oil.

Soon, he was face to face with Delta’s amused and looming countenance. The soft exhale from her nostrils berated him as she clearly waited for him to speak. He had a lot of questions, but something about being in the presence of such a large and powerful force had him forget all but the simplest.

“What is going on here? How’d you get in here?”

“Oh?” She spoke, and a hotter, more humid gale ripped past him and ruffled his shirt. “You remember me then?”

“Of course I do! You’re that crazy chick I met up with once.” Bruce shifted his lips to the side.

‘Fuck, what was her name? Something with a D...”

The giant woman clacked her tongue in wait.

“Dana!” he said.

Delta erupted into laughter. Bruce almost rolled off her palm as it shook, but he grabbed onto the soft skin below him and managed to hold tight. That breath of hers roared over him. The sounds of her mirth rumbled in his ears. She eventually stopped.

“Dana, wew. I guess you didn’t remember the name. I gotta say, I’m not too surprised you have a Make-Landia realm base. With all the cubes here, I’m sure blockhead like you fits right in.”

She chuckled softly at her own pun before continuing. “I see you have the same outfit as before? I usually don’t change up my own either, so I guess I can’t fault you there. Still, a name like Delta is pretty unique.”

‘Delta, that was it.’ he thought. He slowly moved his hand towards his satchel as he spoke.

“Ah yes, Delta.”, he began. “Well, uh, what are you doing here? You’re not still sore about that time we spent together. I mean, that was months ago, you know?”

Her pink lips smiled wide. “Oh, my memory’s much better than yours Bruce. For instance, I never forget a slight.”

Bruce was about to yank out his bazooka till he fell over once more. A boom rang out as she started moving again. Each step was a lingering tremor. He slowly got back up and leaned cautiously against a finger of hers for support.

She was heading towards more of his Make-Landia works.

Chapter 9: Save Files

“You know,”, Delta began speaking again.

“The closer I get to that cabin home of yours, the fancier these little creations of yours seem to get. You must’ve improved as you moved along your world right?”

Delta stopped in front of a block-based model of an old-timey fire department building. It was made mostly of red and white colored stone, but the placement was impeccable.

“Oooh”, said Delta. “I remember reading about this. That was back before drones handled all the fire fighting right?” She turned her yellows eyes to Bruce to see him holding a bazooka again. She smiled, unphased.

“Go on, fire.”, said Delta.

She swung open her mouth.

“Aaaah~”

Bruce looked into a mouth that could swallow him whole with ease. He had to be less than an inch-tall to the woman, and a single strand of the saliva dripping within could probably drench him good.

Nevertheless, he felt no fear. This was just a game after all! He fired the rocket right into her gob. Her tongue swung up with impeccable reaction time to intercept the missile. Fast after, her lips slammed shut, then she pursed them to blow some warm smoke over his body.

He stood, stunned and briefly blinded. He felt a tug as her fingers pinched up bazooka, then his entire inventory satchel. He grabbed onto the straps and moved with it as she dangled it over her mouth. Her lips moved as she spoke right below him. Hot air rose from beneath as though he was standing over a thermal vent.

“Really now? You wanna go down with that little bag of yours? Are you sure?”

She opened wide again, this time right below him.

“Aaaaa~”

Bruce *definitely* felt like he was above a hot vent now. Game or no, there was some primal fear about staring into a wide open maw like she had now.

“N-no that’s ok, you can have it just put me down.”

She started shaking her hold. The strap got harder to grab on to. The bazooka pinched up between her fingers fell free and he saw it disappear down her throat. She swallowed opened mouth, and he witnessed that throat move with the tilt of her tongue.

“P-please!”

‘There it is.’, thought Delta.

She pinched him by the legs with her other hand. Upside down, he had a bit of a skewed view as she let his satchel fall. All his hard-made tools within the pixelated bag went right down her throat.

‘Well, jokes on her. I can just reload all of this!’

“Watch now”, she said. Delta still pinched him at the side of his legs, but she had the decency to hold him upright now. It was more to assure he had a nice view than out of any sense of kindness.

Bruce saw as she lifted her bare right foot above the roof of his building. He had something of a soft spot for that one: first serious project he started years ago when he first got the hang of Make-Landia. She twisted her foot to step on it long-side-wise, so her toes curled over one end while her heel pressed down at the other. He saw the roof crack till it broke.

Delta paused to let him see the inside of it with all the red block furniture he made. Then, she stomped down and the whole structure blew aside. Her print dug through the white floor blocks to the dirty cubes beneath. At the moment of the stomp, she let out a pleased little grunt.

“Mmf”

Bruce had a dumb smile on his face as he saw.

“Oh, you like that do you huh?”, he said

Delta moved her foot to the building’s side and rested the appendage in another deep print.

“Well, jokes on you! I’ll just reload one my autosaves here.”

Bruce pulled up his holodisplay. It was supposed to be private, but for debug reasons her GODMODE status gave her access to it. She knew the info shown to him, and the actions he made while clicking to try and find the save file locations. There were a bunch of autosaves.

He tapped at the latest one, which had a snapshot of his fire department creation intact. He clicked it, and it highlighted, but he couldn’t find a load button anywhere on the display.

She deleted it, of course.

Bruce kept thinking the command at the save location. There was a hint of that desperation Delta was looking for. She grinned.

“Oh didn’t you read the patch notes? It’s voice activated now. Just say ‘reload’.”

“Reload!” he said, not wasting a second. Delta laughed internally; of course he’d believe such a dumb thing like that.

It was a trivial thing for her to load the save at his words. The fire station building was back, good as new. Bruce had an even dumber shit-eating grin on his face.

“Ha, see? I can just undo whatever you’re up to here, so it’s no issue. I don’t know how you got so big, but whatever dumb vengeance idea you have you can take and shove right up your giant-”

Delta lifted her foot and stomped the building again. She grinned softly.

Bruce pulled up his holodisplay again, highlighted the save file, and shouted the word again.

“Reload!”

Nothing happened. He paused for a moment, then again.

“Reload!”

Nothing.

“Reload!”

His building was still down there, mostly destroyed with a giant foot print where it used to be. He began to grow nervous.

“Reload!”

He began to grow desperate.

“Reload, Reload!”

It was at this point he noticed the opaque rectangle on the scroll-bar for the list of saves get bigger. He scrolled to the bottom of the list.

“Reload.”

He saw the oldest manual save entry disappear before his eyes. It was dated years ago, and it was gone forever now. Worst still, he knew that wasn’t the first save he made. Each time he said the word...

“What did you do? How are you doing this?”

His voice trembled. Now Delta was the one grinning wide.

It had to be a glitch of some kind.

“Reload!” he said again.

The bar grew again.

“C’mon, reload! I spent weeks on that building. Reload reload reload.”

The scroll bar got bigger as it kept deleting his saves. He worked it frantically to see and select an autosave from earlier today, before she showed up. He’d lose a bit of progress, but maybe it’d work if he tried to load something from before she entered his realm.

“Reload!” he yelled.

Every save up until that one was deleted. The scroll bar was gone as he had a scant few saves left for his realm. His heart sank. His body language and face grew deflated.

“Please, don’t! I spent years here. Bring it back, you can right? Please tell me you can Delta?”

She smiled. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine.

“Please!”, he begged.

“I can.” she answered.

“Oh thank you, thank you. I’ll do anything!”

She smiled.

“Reload.”, she spoke.

The building came back. In the distance, he saw his tower return too. Even her footprints were gone. She must’ve restored everything.

His racing heart had a moment of rest. Before she crushed it again.

“Oh whoops, I didn’t mean that file~” her tone oozed sarcasm. He watched the highlight over the save files move back up to the latest one. It was made just a few seconds ago.

“No Delta please!” he screamed. He tried to change the selection on his holodisplay, but she had more power than him here. It didn’t budge, no matter how hard he focused. “I’m the owner here! This is my realm! H-how even--Please don’t!”

“Reload.” she said.

His building was broken again. The foot prints were back.

“You bitch!” His hands pounded at his fingers. He kicked his legs weakly in the air.

‘That’s right, squirm~’ Delta thought. She shut her eyes for a moment to drink it all in. She didn’t need them to see the save options.

“Fuck you.”, began Bruce. “You rotten piece of-”

Something stranger happened. The selection inverted so that every other save was highlighted. Something like that wasn’t normally possible. You couldn’t load more than a save at a time.

“Delete.” she said.

All those saves went away, right before his eyes. There was only one left.

“Delete.” she repeated. She started laughing as Bruce fought back tears. She noticed.

“Aww, are you gonna cry? What’s the fun in ruining your stuff if there’s no permanence involved.”

“Fuck you.”, he said.

“You wish~”, she replied.

He was silent as she got on the move again. Another structure was near by. This one was nice and short, coming up just past her ankle.

“I like this one, it’s very detailed. Probably your first time experimenting with those fancy light cubes I take it? Nice job painting the blocks too.”

She pivoted the ball of her foot atop the little structure’s roof and pressed down.

“Oooh, I can really feel all those details explode nicely. You must’ve spent a lot of time on this one? Definitely paid off~” She twisted her foot, left and right to stoke his anger to a boil.

“You bitch! I don’t know how you’re doing all this, but I bet it’s some dumb trick.” shouted Bruce.

While the man ranted, she lowered him to her palm.

“You’re a cunt you know that! Whatever satisfaction you’re getting out of this will fade fast once the Justice Ministry hears about this!”

She moved her finger to his legs.

“Once they figure out you’ve been exploiting something they’ll-”

Delta pressed at his legs below the knee. Her finger came down to smash that part of the limbs into her palm. The 20-year old woman felt the blood and bone mash against the unyielding might of her index finger. She lifted her digit up and some of the gore dripped off the digits tip. Her yellow eyes focused on Bruce now, who screamed at the sight.

“Fuck! Fuck what? No. Fuck.” he was clearly in shock. Violence like this couldn’t normally occur.

“Did that hurt?” she asked.

“Fuck, fuck what in the--how?”

“Did. That. hurt?” she asked more stern. “I can do that with an arm if need be.”

Bruce wiggled his legs, now blood stumps below his knees. She pressed so hard almost everything was just blood now: red mist and fluid.

“N-no, it didn’t hurt. But still this is-”

“Horrifying?” she completed the thought. “Good, I hope so.”

Bruce started to hyperventilate. His pulse was off the charts. She could see the veins at his neck throb. He opened his holodisplay and scrolled to the log-out option, but found it grayed out. He tried to return to paradise, but found that also didn’t work. Delta watched, amused.

“Did you really think I’d let you just leave like that? We’re not done here, not by a long shot.”, she said.

Delta pinched him up again and swung him from side to side, spraying blood here and there. A thought and her hands were clean of it, but it still dripped everywhere else as she bobbed him to and fro. It was amusing, but she was also testing things. Blood seemed to act realistically, the flow of red slowing as his virtual body began to ‘clot’ at the area. He didn’t die yet, and he clearly wasn’t in pain. She spoke again while his face had horror glazed over it.

“No pain, as expected. Well lucky you, you get to help me test some code!”

“W-what?”

She rolled her eyes. “I bet I’ll get a lot of victims like that, just constant bewilderment and stupidity.”

Delta briefly stood back up and slammed her right foot down into the blocky earth to her side. She made a deep hollow in the crude shape of her foot. She crouched down to her haunches and dropped Bruce to the print’s side.

He was too dumb to put two and two together till she started to nudge him towards the foot-shaped hole.

“W-wait! No don’t put me in there!”

She easily booped him over the edge. Bruce rolled down the layers of blocks to land at the bottom of her footprint. He immediately began to try and climb out, but at 500 feet tall her foot was 25 feet wide and the print was deep enough to hit stone cubes. His legs were essentially useless, and he’d have to climb up quite a few squares of rock and dirt to get back to the surface. She let him try, as it amused her.

Delta spoke as she pulled up her own private-holodisplay to view Paradise code.

“Alright, let’s see here. Paradise can transfer pleasure, and there’s a lot of shared pathways between that and pain. Both are just part of the nervous system, right? You’re a programmer too Bruce, just think about it. It’s probably easier to get all the data then filter what you don’t want out then try to filter at the source.”

“P-please, let me go!” he stammered.

She rolled her eyes in reply.

“Ah, here we are.” she said. Her voice still booming as ever.

Delta had opened files for the various bits of code handling the transference and simulation of sensations for all the users of Paradise. She scanned the files fast and quickly found what she was looking for it. It was at the start of some sensation simulation code.

“

# No matter the changes to the code,

# do this before anything else in the sensation stream.

user.filterNegativeSensations();

“

Delta changed it, of course. The new code read.

“

# No matter the changes to the code,

# do this before anything else in the sensation stream.

If (user.status() == GODMODE) {

user.filterNegativeSensations();

}

“

Now, only those with GODMODE status--just Delta--would be able to avoid negative sensory processing. She saved her changes and the bloodcurdling screams from Bruce down below let the hacker know she succeeded.

“Ah.” she sighed, savoring the sound. “Look’s like pain’s back on the menu, isn’t it Bruce?”

It took him a bit, but between the agonized screams he spoke. “Please, please make it stop! You win! You win you’re the best! Just please this is too much.”

Delta giggled. She leaned over her foot print to watch him writhe.

“My finger crushed your bones just below the caps, bunch of blood vessels too. The simulation replicated it well enough, but didn’t put the pain or any sort of disturbing tactility to it. Now, you feel it all as you would in the real world. Amazing, right?~”

“Please!” he shouted, begging.

Delta smiled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll put you out of your misery. Respawn functionality should be intact at your realm. That means you’ll be right back at your mountain base soon enough.”

‘My cabin.’ thought Bruce. ‘That’d be nice but, how’d she know about that? It’s too far to see.’

“There, you can watch as I have a bit more fun before meeting you there.”

‘What? No. Not more of this torture.’, he thought.

Bruce looked up as Delta swished something around in her lips. He heard the sounds of some fluid in there. She pursed her lips and she saw it drop down towards him. It wasn’t saliva. It was orange, thick, and blocky in its own right. He recognized the texture as it fell towards him.

‘Is that... lava? What? How can she do that?’

it fell into the foot print and splashed over him. Despite being Make-Landia-made, the molten fluid burned like the real stuff on contact. Delta smiled, this was one more test of hers. She watched his skin melt from the heated air surrounding him. The mechanics of Make-Landia fluids kicked in. They were slower than in real life. The blocky lava enveloped him and silenced his last cries of agony. His last sight before respawning was Delta’s self-satisfied smile.

Chapter 10: Rough Play

Delta wished she could say she surprised herself with the lava spit, but she knew it was in her power. Her sense of awareness of what she could do was vivid. All the data she had access to, the settings and abilities she now commanded existed at the front of her mind. Yet, they didn’t distract her. It was like another set of senses on the side. Something marvelously intuitive and all hers. She wondered how she went so long without it.

Seeing far towards Bruce’s little mountain cabin was a trivial thing. Her vision was sharp enough to cut through the atmospheric fog pixels hovering in the realm. Even without it, though, she understood things like Paradise did. She had the base’s coordinates, and the coordinates of all the objects making up that little home of his. She’d get there after breaking more of his things.

Delta closed her eyes and walked towards the next structure without her normal sight. Instead, she moved with these new senses of hers. Her foot came down and she knew where she was from the location of the ground cubes Paradise just ran crack and explode functions on.

She of course had her own coordinates as well, and those of the objects at her toes. A collection of gold and jeweled cubes stacked tight close and atop one another let her visualize the upcoming structure. She rested her toes at its end. Without opening her eyes, she visualized it from the data as a jeweled sculpture of some TV character he must like.

Opening her eyes, Delta saw her prediction true. She set her foot atop it, as she often did with Bruce’s hard work, and sent him a message.

--==--==--==--

Bruce spawned back atop the covers his blocky bed, fully clothed as was his realm’s default nature. This wasn’t the first time he had perished in Make-Landia: one could succumb to many such things like collapsing sand blocks or misplaced dynamite. Yet, all of that was painless. At worst, a surprise. Now, Bruce had felt the pain of crunched legs and of lava-burnt skin.

The first thing he did was check his legs. They were back intact. Thankfully, it seemed there wasn’t a permanence to his deaths even when they came at her hand.

‘Her’

That Delta. The woman who’s steps he felt even now as she marched over. He never thought a one-off encounter could lead to such a bloodthirsty and sadistic reprisal. Who could be so petty? Who could be so cruel? So twisted? Who could be so horrifying as to do what she did?

No sooner than he stood up did he get a prompt on his holodisplay. He opened it up and saw a message. It was from her, of course. The only thing he feared more than reading it was not. He opened it up.

“Look through the windows. I want you to watch.”, it read.

‘She wants me to watch more of my creations get destroyed. What a sadistic bitch.’ Bruce thought. He started to type a reply, muttering it as he thought of the words.

“Please leave me alone I-”

He got another message from her. It opened automatically since he began a sort of text-correspondence with the first one. It read.

“Don’t bother typing back, I can hear you.”

“That’s impossible.” he whispered to himself.

Another message from her.

“No, it’s not. Now get to the window. I’m not asking, and I’ll know if you don’t.”

‘How could she possibly know that?’, he thought.

There was a pause and he didn’t move for a short while. She sent another message.

“From your hesitation I guess you don’t believe me. You’re standing next to a bed. Two steps to your left is an awful looking night stand consisting of one fine wood block you didn’t put anything on. Wasted space. Some coordinates away from you on the X axis is a table where you have a single pixelated flower vase: also a waste. A stone shelf with some spare pixel tools is a bit to your front against the wall. Right now your body is lightly shifting from fear, coordinates wavering over a comparatively small range. I’m not gonna ask again, go to the window.”

Bruce did as he was told. He opened the glass frame on the nearest window and looked out. Delta was close enough to see without the telescopic device from before. He saw her tan foot set itself upon one of his more beloved creations. It took him weeks to make that one. All that effort, gone to dust under her foot. She cooed after, enjoying it. That’s all it amounted to for her: one moment of enjoyment.

She stepped closer, taking out more of Bruce’s works along the way. Delta walked in such a way that her foot just fell atop them without breaking her stride. He didn’t know it, but she had calculated her gait thus to do the most damage. She walked by a tower of his and he thought it spared, but then a swing of her arm knocked it over. The upper half fell to the ground before exploding away like the other hard hit blocks.

The only thing around to rival her height were the mountains. He didn’t make those: they were auto generated. She walked by one in her passing and brushed her fingers against its top. The snow cubes melted away as the triangular peak was pushed off to leave a level top smoothed by her passing fingers.

His own mountain was the tallest in the area far as he knew. His cabin laid at the top, reachable normally only by an elevator he built. He wondered how she’d reach the peak where he was. He had his answer as he saw her walk ever closer. She stepped so that her foot would fall just barely shy of another giant sculpture of his. At the last second her body burgeoned up to twice her size: now 1000ft tall. Her foot grew with the rest of her large enough smash it done with ease. At the next step, she doubled in height again and her steps grew louder and more destructive thus.

The creations by his base were manifold and the product of much more labor than the ones farther out. She crushed them two or three per step now, leaving only deep cave-like prints. Each structure’s falling was a needle in his heart. Bruce deflated for a bit: body slouched, face glum. Then, her steps started to *really* shake the cabin. Soon, he could only see the green fabric of her shorts from the window. She was ginormous! Panic set in and he moved back from the viewing square towards the center of the cabin. She took another step and the mountain shook enough for him to stumble onto his ass. He looked up as the ceiling began to shake.

With just the tips of her fingers, Delta yanked off the roof of the big wide room he called his Make-Landia home. Those giant yellow eyes stared down, glinting with malicious delight. She leaned forward so he could see her 75ft smile.

“I hope you don’t mind if I come in.”, she said.

--==--==--==--

Delta’s very breath and presence knocked Bruce from his butt to his back. She giggled, rumbling more snow off his mountain before she moved to the inside of his cabin in a flash.

She shrunk down of course, to a much smaller and likely familiar size of 12ft tall. For Bruce, Delta’s face occluded the sky one moment, and the next she stood right by his bed. Same outfit: yellow shirt, green shorts, no shoes. She beckoned him over with a curl of her finger.

“C’mon, don’t you want to join me on the bed?” She gave the piece of furniture some pats before sitting on it. It began to crack under the might of her amazonian scale. With a loud crack, it broke into short lived pixelated wood dust that flickered away.

“Guess not~” she said.

Bruce scrambled back from her on the floor. He had a look of horror on his face in contrast to her smile.

She took a few steps towards him.

“You know, I was tempted to climb up this mountain instead. Fingers and toes tearing into stone cubes making up this place. This game-landmark quaking with every shift of my weight. It was tempting, but then I wouldn’t’ve crush as many of those structures of yours. Couldn’t have that now could we.”

Bruce just kept moving back. She took another step and he squeaked out a yelp. Delta chuckled.

“Really?” she said. “You’re quite the coward. Fine by me.”

Another step.

“Oh, I see. You’re worried about respawning now are you? Don’t worry, I can handle that from now on. I’ve got the access for it now, in case you haven’t noticed.” said Delta.

The 12ft tall woman moved forward again. She stretched out her arm over the nearby block-table and knocked all his stuff off it. A vase fell by her feet and her next step crushed it under her heel. She leaned on the table and it began to crack.

“I’ve said it before Bruce, but you must be a terrible programmer. The moment I came into your realm without permission, you should’ve noticed something was very wrong. The implications of that were dire. You do still work at Rain Forest right?”

Bruce was huddled in the corner. His breathing calmed down slightly, but he still felt like he was on the edge of a cliff. He gulped once before speaking.

“Yes. I just do webdev though, I don’t know any of the lower level stuff really. I wouldn’t know how you’ve done any of this, I swear!”

Delta grinned. “Figures, a specialist. How very limiting. I suppose not everyone can be as smart as me, or as creative. You should’ve worked at the Newer York branch, then I would’ve done a far pettier bit of revenge against you. I’m happy you didn’t, though. This is much funner.”

“What are you gonna do to me? Whatever it is please understand I’m sorry about-”

Delta interrupted him. “I’m gonna do whatever I want and can, just like before. You remember saying you loved the idea of rough size-play right? Seems you remember our bit of fun together. I left that unsatisfied, slighted. That won’t due now, will it?”

Flashes of Delta’s foot stamping on his face came back to Bruce again. Now, of course, he realized how much something like that would hurt. His face went a bit pale.

“I see you begin to recall some more specifics, but not everyone can have as good as memory as me. Let me help jog yours a bit.”

Delta snapped her fingers and her yellow shirt shortened to a midriff-revealing top: same one she wore all those months ago. The table she was leaning on then cracked, finally, eliciting another yelp from Bruce. She paid that no mind as she tilted her left foot on the floor. Her heel started slamming down on it in a rhythm. The sound of bare skin thunking against the floor resonated along side the growing sound of a wooden floor creaking. Each tap made the cube-floor floor shake and groan more. She paused for a moment, tapped her foot again, and the floor creaked just slightly lower.

“There, I was just editing your floor a bit. Should be the exact same level of noise as before. Now, comfortable?”

Bruce remained hugging that corner of the cabin.

“Thought not. Good. Come here meat~”

Delta walked towards Bruce while he slowly began to sit up. He grabbed a pixelated shelf near by, hugging it for support as he adjusted to the new vibration-mechanic of the floor she added. He had another primal fear now. Big as Delta was to him, her approach was like that of some large wild animal of legend. That hunger in her eyes reminded him of an animal like that: or a monster. A chair in her way exploded under a footstep of hers. She kept moving like it was nothing.

Bruce made a run for it, but it was too late by then and Delta reached out to snag him by the scruff of his shirt collar.

“A chase would be fun, but too easy. Besides, don’t you wanna play with me? You seemed eager the last time.”

Delta squeezed tight at Bruce’s sides. At 5’4”, the short man only came up to her crotch if even. She turned him to face her and ripped off his shirt in one fell swoop. She eyed the plain and unimpressive chest of his scrawny form. Bruce began to whimper.

“Pathetic.” said Delta. She set both hands to his mid-sides and squeezed hard. She started to hear cracks and Bruce let out a scream.

“Just how I like it~”

She tore her hands right through his sides. Blood spurted out as she clenched tight enough to press her hands right through the muscle and bones of his rip cage. She let Bruce flail a bit before dropping him. A second later, she lifted her foot over his face and stomped down. His head exploded like a watermelon all over the place.

Bruce respawned near-instantly later a few steps away from Delta: good as new, but still no shirt. The blood and gore of his was gone from the room now, and thinking on it he realized it never stained Delta in the first place. She moved towards him and he ran now.

“You weren’t listening huh? Fine.”, she said.

Delta moved with unnatural athleticism towards Bruce. He ran behind the table at the center of the room, so she just leap onto it, destroying it, before pouncing right atop him shortly after. Bruce heard something of his crack beneath her hips. Her thighs wrapped around his torso. The pressure she put out was immense. Delta squeezed a bit to finish cracking the bones to his sides.

“Even an idiot like you might’ve noticed, but I modulated my strength a bit. Just like when I broke that bed of yours. Not that I couldn’t swing you around as a 12ft tall woman, but I find it a bit funner this way. I’ll concede my fantasies aren’t entirely realistic, but they are so much fun~”

Delta started to bounce her hips on him. Her crotch pounded down at his front, which began to show a few bruises. Each little ‘hop’ of her lower body began to hurt more and more. His bones crushed, muscles tore. In time she was bouncing on a broken and bloody torso while he thrashed and screamed about.

“Funner than last time since you actually break now~” said Delta. She moved her hand and pressed at one of his bruises, ramping up his screams. “But, a bit too messy. I guess you’re just not man enough to handle me huh?”

She reached up with her hand and silenced his screams with her giant hand over his mouth. Pressing down just a tad, Delta dislodged his jaw with the base of her palm. The joints of it tore from his skull. When the flesh of his cheeks ripped, the bits of sinew and muscles stuck out all stringy and slick. Delta chuckled, then finished him off by cupping his skull in her other hand then giving his head a quick snap.

Bruce respawned on the other edge of the room from her, so back at his old corner.

“Please, stop this! This is sick!”, he said.

Delta moved towards him again, her bare feet thudding on the pixelated wooden floor which creaked and thumped like the real deal.

“You shouldn’t kink shame you know, but if it changes anything I’m not really getting off on your gore there. If anything, having it on me feels almost like an insult. It’s like a bug spilling its guts when squashed as a last bit of spite. Not quite, but the same idea. Thankfully with Paradise no one has to get sullied if they don’t want to. Well, that was the old way. Now, I only get that privilege. Just a single conditional statement and what was everyone’s becomes mine alone.”

Delta walked up to Bruce and picked him up by his neck.

“Also,” Delta turned to her right hand and turned it over some.

“I am experimenting a bit here.”

The tan woman’s right arm shifted into a sharp metal blade. Bits of flesh congealed at its edges to make a sort of red-pink outline towards its base. The muscle and sinew of it connected back to the more normal bits of her arm.

Bruce could hardly breath at even the meekest grip from her to his neck, but he managed to squelch out another scream of horror alongside the classic “No!” which grew increasingly cliche to Delta’s ears.

She grinned as she jammed the arm-blade into Bruce’s naked chest right below the sternum. Blood spurted from his mouth. She looked him right in the eyes as blue currents arced over the blade’s metal. She pumped it and his body full of electricity. She kept the flow going, increasing, till his skin burnt, body burst, and the spasms of his electrocuted form ceased.

Delta reformed her arm back to normal and he slumped to the ground, dead. An instant later and he respawned back where the bed used to be.

“Pretty impressive huh? I have complete control over my body, not just size and the minor things, like hair~” She ran her fingers through her green and yellow strands. Her circuit pattern was as lovely as ever. Her hair jostled lightly at its ends as she moved to him yet again. She nibbled at her lower lip.

“All this fun is getting me worked up. I think I’ll give you the chance to do something you requested last time Bruce.”

Delta paused a few feet away from him and thought up a Make-Landia-style throne, red, gold and pixelated. It appeared right behind herself at the center of the cabin. She had destroyed the furniture there earlier, so there was plenty of room.

Delta sat in it, her shorts and underwear disappeared, and she spread her legs apart. One hand slid towards her hairless crotch, the other beckoned Bruce over with a finger.

“Come over here, you said you wanted to lick this before.”

Bruce looked at her. She was sitting now. There was some distance. Now was his chance! He made a break for the nearby window open from before and moved to jump out of it. A moment before reaching the square opening the glass sprung back into place. He thudded into it, but it didn’t break. Delta chuckled.

“Really? You have 12ft of woman waiting for you, and you’re gonna try and run away? I would’ve just brought you back you know. Now, get over here.”

Bruce turned back to Delta and froze. “I said, get over.” She stomped down with her foot. A ringing spread through the floor; wooden cubes shifted as one behind and beneath Bruce shot up to push him forward. Then another cube, and again as the floor pushed him forward, block by block to create movement like a deck of cards falling towards her. He stopped right before, having fallen to his hands. She nudged him back up, though not so upright that he wasn’t level with her crotch.

“C’mon, I know there’s some arousal building in you despite all the fear you must be feeling. You know you want to. Go down on me, it’ll be fun~”

Bruce paused again. Some part of him, deep down, did find this attractive. She was fit enough: fitter than him. A thin appealing figure with taut tan skin of soft brown. Of course, he had his own size fetish on the receiving end of things.

Still, she horrified him. It was a war between the primitive urges of lust and fear. The smell of her crotch hit his face: the feminine scent of arousal. She gazed down at him like a queen on the throne. Her bottom lip pressed behind stark white front teeth. Her yellow-irised eyes had the look of anticipation with the unmistakable twinge of impatient hunger.

In the end, he decided it best not to disobey. Bruce worked up his courage and slowly moved his face towards Delta’s awaiting snatch. Just a bit, a little closer. That’s when Delta moved her hand behind his head and stuffed his face right up against it. She held him there for a few seconds. He started to suffocate on her fluids and gasped against her folds.

“Lick” she ordered.

He meekly slipped out his tongue; she felt it and shivered. Delta’s folds were wrapped about his face best she could. She wasn’t big enough for him to put his whole face in there literally. Nevertheless, Delta figured it was time to strike. Bruce’s eyes went wide as he felt something sharp poke into his tongue and front cheeks. Delta willed a plethora of needle-sharp fangs on her walls of her pussy. She contracted her muscles before he had time to react and bit off his tongue with her cunt. Bruce fell backwards, missing the front of his mouth and a bunch of skin from just below his nose down to the bottom of his chin.

“Nnnyuh! I’m gushing!” Delta said sarcastically. Her nethers quivered and she ejected the flesh she tore off. It sizzled away beneath the acidity she added to her fluids. A thought later and her snatch was back to normal and her fluids along with it, but Bruce still saw his bleeding tongue melt to a puddle.

“Please, as if you’d be enough for a woman like me. With the power I hold, my appetites are far bigger. I can’t believe you fell for it, but with control over my body I guess I can put on a good act.”

Bruce stumbled away in agony. He slumped to another corner and collapsed. He held his hand to his wounded face and fought the urge to press down on the wound.

Delta rose from her pixelated throne and it disappeared. She took a few steps towards him, giggling. She was elated with this power of hers: elated to have such an exquisite form of vengeance.

She waltzed over. He hunched down helplessly and she took off his glasses, crunching them.

“I always thought glasses were a bit lame. People used to need those things, you know. They couldn’t see well at all without them.”

Bruce’s vision went blurry as she summoned two hemispheres of distortion right atop his eyeballs.

“Would you still accessorize like that if you saw like *this* if you lost them? I wonder how many people would.”

Delta chuckled, then picked him up by his neck and threw him across the opposite wall. His head landed first, skull cracked and neck snapped. It was exactly as she predicted based on the force and angle applied.

Bruce spawned good as new by the bed again. Delta had her shorts back on.

“You’ve been through a lot of pain, all at my hand. I think I’ll give you a chance to get some revenge of your own.”

Delta smiled and shrunk back down to her normal 5’7” self. Bruce looked stunned.

Chapter 11: Little Man

“Well?” said Delta. “Don’t just stand there, attack me! I destroyed all your hard work forever. Well, I guess not all of it, one second.”

Delta snapped her fingers. A ferocious earthquake shook the entire realm. In the distance, Bruce heard the sound of his last few structures detonating. There was a nearby window and, against his better judgment, he peaked outside. The very forests of his Make-Landia world were alight. A distant mountain crumbled before his sight. He was sure the only thing left of his world was this mountain and the cabin atop that they were in. His primary hobby--creations that took years of work: gone.

He looked to the source. That smug young hacker with the circuit-patterned hair. She looked right back at him with the corner of her lip curled up in that stupid fucking smirk. His anger grew.

“Take this too, might give you more of a shot~” said Delta

She pointed at him and a picelated ax appeared, floating in the air.

“That’s one of the weapons in this dumb little game-realm of yours right? Bit blocky looking. I’ll give you something real~” she said.

She snapped her fingers and the blocky-ax became a realistic and sharp bladed ax in his hands.

“Only I can make something like that, you know. Now, what are you waiting for? Attack me.”

Bruce took it in his hands. She started tapping her foot impatiently.

‘That bitch. That cunt!’

He charged, ax raised over his brown-haired head. Delta stood there, arms crossed. A moment before he reached her, Bruce felt his world shift as he diminished down to an inch tall. Still mid-charge, he stumbled into her toes. Filled with anger at a new humiliation, he brought the now tiny ax down atop her toe. The blade flew right of the handle; her light-brown skin was entirely unarmed.

Bruce looked up to see Delta smiling with the blue sky above her in the ceiling-less room. She lifted her foot and bopped him over with her big toe. She lowered her foot atop his front and held him there. The soft warm sole above him pressed him against the pixelated floor. All he could feel and see was the underside of her foot. He clawed at a wrinkle and tried to squirm free.

Delta sighed. Slowly, she dragged her foot down the length of his body till his head poked out between a gap of her toes. She watched him flail till the malicious stare of those yellow eyes got him to stop.

“You like that? Being trapped under my foot, writhing like a bug?”

He was panting, face flushed red with anger. His breathing began to calm.

“What? I-”

Delta pressed down with the ball of her foot and crushed his legs for the second time today. He screamed as predicted, and the sound muffled when she moved her big toe over his face.

Her body shivered. Another soft giggle rang out.

“This is what you want right? To be beneath a woman? A ‘big gal’? To be beneath me? To be at my mercy? It’s your fantasy right?”

She pressed down further. The middle part of the ball of her foot squeezed down now. Everything below his rib cage squashed to a smear.

“You like that, little man?”

Bruce screamed out for a bit, then spoke.

“No! N-no I mean, I’m sorry I charged at you or whatever. What do you want me to say! I-”

She stomped down fully. He respawned in her open palm. He shook his head side to side and spoke softly.

“No. Please.”

“How about this?” said Delta. She clenched her fingers and crushed him in a blink of an eye.

Bruce respawned with his chest between pinched fingers. Her other hand grabbed at his kicking legs.

“No, stop!”, he shouted.

“How about this?”

She twisted his body at both ends. Viscera fell out from his middle like a macabre party cracker.

Bruce respawned on the floor. He couldn’t even get a word out before she slammed her heel down on him and twisted.

“What about that? Like that?”

One more twist and the top of his body flattened and spread in a crude smear. He respawned in her open palm again.

“Stop. This is too much! I’m sorry about our hook-up. I’m sorry about anything you want me to be. I don’t deserve this!”

Delta’s face went stern. “You deserve what I say you do. Everyone does.” A soft smile formed. “But, I may have been testing some stuff out on you.”

Delta summoned up a plain blocky chair from the Make-Landia object database to sit on. All the while, she began to design a long and wide table. It took her less than a couple seconds to form the slate-gray piece of furniture. Its realistic style clashed with the rest of the room and what little was left of the blocky realm.

Bruce turned around to look at it. On its surface, she began to make a bunch of little gray shapes. Bits of green grew on the table top with gray and black areas around that. Little spots of blue formed up as well. Delta spoke as she finished up the more intricate bit.

“I never understood people like you Bruce. How could you want to be tiny? To be vulnerable, to be that weak; it seems as horrifying as it is pathetic.”

He began to vaguely recognize some of the shapes. Buildings. She was making a little city.

“Similarly, I can’t imagine being an amazon in height and wanting to just *sit* on someone’s face all peaceful-like. How could you have even asked something like that of me? What’s the point of that kind of power if you don’t use it? That’s why you’re not enough for me Bruce. Even when I can do anything I want to you, one person isn’t enough for me. I need much more, and I can have it. Recognize that city?”

Bruce shook his head. It seemed familiar. He squinted, and for a moment he though the saw little dots running on the streets.

Delta kicked her legs up on the table. She took her time with the casual gesture. The naked heel of her right foot fell first on the little city’s outskirts. He saw realistic plumes of smoke rise from the landing zone. Her left crossed over the right foot, and that ped’s heel just barely grazed some more tiny skyscrapers as she bobbed it up and down.

“Really? You still don’t recognize it do you? I can tell from the expression on your face. Alright, how about a closer look then~”

Bruce blinked and he was on top of a meticulously detailed building now. From below came the sounds of screams, he peered over the building’s edge and saw the streets full of men and women. Most ran, but others cowered curled-up into balls.

The green-eyed man noticed every single male and female looked the same in their categories. He also noticed a few screaming and pointing up to the source of a great shadow over the city. He turned his head to the right and saw Delta’s bare feet looming over the metropolis. The feet alone seemed miles tall from his diminutive perspective. She herself would’ve been at least 10 miles, comparatively.

“There.” Her voice rumbled through the buildings. She scrunched her monolithic toes far up in the sky. “You can see the details much better now, right?” “You lack my supreme senses, so a ground view helped I’m sure.”

There she went again, always eager to rub in her powers: her superiority.

Bruce just barely saw her smug face to the side of one of those gigantic feet of hers. His eyes trailed down to where her heel impacted, and she saw mounds of pushed-aside concrete marking the what must’ve been a crater-like landing. A bunch of those identical men and women laid near there, crushed by surrounding rubble as the buildings nearby collapsed.

“So, you know where you are now?”

Bruce looked around real quick and recognized some of the buildings in the distance. Tokyo Tower, Big Ben, the Pyramid of Giza. All relics of the old world. There was only one place they existed together.

“The Nexus.” he said, knowing she could hear him even at such a size disparity.

“Wrong!”

She raised her right foot up and slammed it back down on the table. A quake ravaged the region and buildings fell around him. She chuckled at her little prank.

“You’re in a model I designed myself, though you probably won’t find a single difference in detail even if you look for years. All realm data is accessible to me now. I was busy exploring my new accesses while I played around with you, and I can make even the vast Nexus from scratch.”

Delta shifted her feet. At his scale, her heard every detail. The soft sound of foot skin against foot skin rung through the area given the comparative magnitude of scale she possessed. The massive appendage moved to the left of her right foot. The shadow of her heel fell on thousands more of those people down below. He heard their screams silence and held on for dear life as the ground rumbled. She crossed the right over the left now, and saw just how much damage this simple gesture did. Her two titanic feet came to rest again.

“You like those NPCs down there? I made them myself by averaging body and face data for all the women and men who ever entered Paradise. I think Jane and John are good names for them, but they are woefully inadequate for my desires. The behavior scripts just won’t do. I could code better ones, but if recreating human behavior and intelligence were so easy we’d have true AI by now.”

She sighed. “Yet, even if I could, it wouldn’t be the same. There’s a certain indescribable quality to real victims. A gestalt of sorts. But, one isn’t enough. You’re not enough. I’m going to have fun in the entire Nexus realm, filled with actual human consciousnesses that won’t know what’s coming.”

Delta’s chair scooched forward a tad at her command, and more of the city flattened under the wall of heel flesh. She uncrossed her foot and Bruce braced for another earthquake. What was really coming was far worse. She lifted her left foot overhead and hovered it over him and countless blocks of her model Nexus.

“An entire city of real people, running for their lives. Every bit of pain, every scream. All for me! All proof of my intoxicating power. This is where cities belong, where everyone does: in the shadow of my foot.”

Her ped started to descend. He had a scant few seconds to take in the intricate details of her clean sole.

“How do you like that, little man? It sounds lovely to me~”

He was crushed out and Delta purred. She twisted her foot side to side as she was wont to do. After a moment of savoring all the delicate destruction, she stood up and spawned Bruce back in her palm. He was an inch tall again, and his outfit had been restored.

“You were just a warm up, something to get my appetite going. I tested things out on your world to make sure I wouldn’t embarrass myself in the Nexus. Destroying that place has been my fantasy for a long time now. In that sense, you could consider yourself something of a ‘fluffer’ for me, that and a test dummy. In a way, it’s far more attention and significance than you deserved. I had to pick someone though, and you happened to be around.”

She giggled a bit, paused, then snapped her fingers. The surface of her table erupted into flames. The cabin fell away and the two of them were in a void. She sat in the chair still, legs crossed and one bare foot resting on an invisible floor. Once the last scream finished from her model city, she deleted it and the table too.

Bruce fell to his knees. “So, we’re done then? You’ll let me go?”

“Oh no Bruce.” Delta chuckled. “I’m going to the Nexus, and you’re coming with me~”

Delta raised the man over her mouth. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips. She had gotten rid of her lava spit awhile ago, thankfully.

“Wait, no but you said I wasn’t enough! You need a city right?!?”

Delta smirked. “Oh you can’t possibly satisfy my hungers, but every little bit counts. I wouldn’t call you an appetizer, but it’s good to have even a tiny mint before the main course.”

Delta opened wide and plopped him in. Bruce noticed her insides had sourceless light to them: she wanted him to see. Her saliva soaked him head to sneakered toe.

All the buildup was too much for Delta. She simply *had* to get to the Nexus. Without any savoring, Delta gulped. Tight throat contractions squeezed him hard enough to snap an odd-angled leg of his. She traced his descent with a finger, feeling it all with inhuman precision.

Bruce plopped into her stomach, lit up like the rest of her. The acrid stung at his eyes. He leaned forward and his glasses fell off to crack and sizzle in a pool of stomach juices. Unable to actually modify his senses directly with her thoughts, Delta spawned another blurry two covers over his eyes. A tremor went through the undulating wrinkled flesh as she softly patted her stomach. Her heartbeat thumped around him, and a muffled giggle assailed his ears.

Delta stood up, smashed her foot through the pixelated chair to break it, then poofed out of Bruce’s dead realm.

It was time for her next stop. Time to fulfill one of her greatest fantasies with buildings perfectly realistic instead of pixelated and blocky.

It was time to visit the Nexus.

Chapter 12: Stage Fright

Delta had prepared for this day. She had imagined countless ways it could go. She often dreamed about what she’d do if she ever had the power to make it a reality. She’d start at a small size, and grow after crushing a person or two. She’d break more, grow more. Everyone would run, all eyes on her. All eyes on the city’s destroyer who wielded intoxicating and absolute power.

There was a more literal part of preparation though, and that she never considered till she actually gained the GODMODE status key to all this. Before arriving, Delta modified the Nexus real-cams in Central Square. That’s what showed the going-ons in the Nexus Central Square to the outside world. She walked by such a screen whenever she walked home from the convenience store, and there were many others all over the country.

Today the time-dilation feature was added, and time spent in Paradise and the real world was desynced. The current solution was to show the contents of the square to the outside world on a one-hour delay. That gave Delta the perfect cover to edit the real-cams to instead send archived video data out to the outside world. The way, no one would see her foot stomping on the screen. Anyone walking by would think everything’s fine as they watched Central Square footage from days ago or even weeks ago.

Another bit of groundwork she undertook was coding up some growth functionality for herself. Delta normally grew when she felt like it, and certainly still could, but this provided a fun way to gamify things for herself. She couldn’t wait to try it out.

She checked her other preparations. No one could log out of Paradise. To discourage peer pressure to skip work and the like, one couldn’t normally send messages out of Paradise either. So, that was covered. The real-cams were also one way only--that is, you couldn’t see the outside world from within the Nexus anywhere. That was to avoid taunting and the like. Moreover, she had disabled the ability of everyone to warp around the city as they could before.

People realized they couldn’t log out by now: she knew it, as the contents of everyone’s intra-Paradise messages to one another were assimilated directly into her mind. There were also reports of lag spikes across realms as her model city massacre with Bruce demanded lots of resources.

It was time to begin. Delta poofed in smack dab in the center of Nexus’s Central Square beneath a blue sky. People warped to that spot all the time. It was the most bustling part of the Nexus after all. What made Delta stand out was the fact that she stood 50ft tall.

The tan titaness still wore her outfit from Bruce’s realm: short yellow top with green shorts. Her bare feet settled right by two Nexus ‘pedestrians’ that bumped right into the naked things before falling over. Minor cracks rang out from the concrete where those peds shared her weight with the ground.

Her hair was alike with that unique circuit pattern of hers. Green mostly with the yellow lines: bending but never touching.

Delta’s yellow eyes scanned the crowd and she felt something she hadn’t expected. Something she neglected to plan for.

Nerves.

She immediately made a scene. A woman to her front screamed out, though it seemed more out of surprise. Most people stood in shocked silence. All eyes were on her as she thought, but she felt exposed, not powerful. She definitely felt aroused. The scene of this all, the potential: it was overwhelming in that sense. Yet, the sensation was smothered by a new and persistent nervousness.

It was an entirely different thing to be big with one person than many. These were real human consciousnesses expanded from real human minds outside. They weren’t her NPCs. That special “gestalt” she talked about which made them the best toys made their gaze somehow unbearable as a group.

Delta always shunned attention from people before, and now it was all on her. There was something she wanted to do first, but she was too disoriented to remember it. Everyone here was talking about her. She knew the messages being passed around from the gawkers towards those out of her range.

“Omgosh something is going on here.”, read one.

“There’s a giant lady in Central Square!”, read another.

“Get out of your realm and come see this woman.”, read a third.

Her memory jogged. ‘Other realms, that’s right!’

With her access to Paradise code, she ran a function to pull everyone out of all other realms and force them into the Nexus. Another function ran right after--as fast as the computer farm processors would let her--to lock them all in here.

‘Yes, this way their realms resources will all be directed here to the Nexus automatically. Also, everyone who can be *will* be part of my fantasy.’

‘That was the plan. Everyone’s eyes will be on my might. Everyone’s eyes on me.’

The phrase repeated in her mind as the population of the Nexus more than doubled in a flash. The area got a lot more crowded. People asked each other what was going on, but if in sight range the best answer was to simply point at the giant woman in Central Square. A few people called up to her.

“Hey are you ok?”

“Do you know what’s going on here?”

Delta’s breathing increased. If she had enabled it in Paradise, she’d be sweating. Her chest felt hollow as she experienced a constant thrum of anxiety. She felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. As if on cue, her tummy let out a gurgle and she pressed her palm to the region.

A moment later and Bruce respawned right in front of her, having finished digesting. His outfit and flesh were back intact, and he turned to run from her, shouting at the others.

“She’s a monster! That woman’s a monster! Run! Get as far as you can. She’s horrible.”

People started to chatter among themselves. She heard it all with her senses and though in one sense she kept up, in another she didn’t. Delta was distracted. Her body began to shake. She took some steps back to steady herself.

The Nexus-goers got their first experience of her tremors as she crushed concrete with her footfalls.

“Look out!” someone called out.

On Delta’s second back-step, her 7ft long foot shadowed one of the virtual city’s many shoppers. The woman screamed, but the giant hacker was too overwhelmed to process that, let alone the influx of coordinate data flooding into her mind. Delta noticed only when the woman popped beneath her sole with an audible crunch. Some blood squirted out under step to drench the people close by.

People started to scream. Some started to cry. Bruce was still shouting out. “See, I told you!” While all this happened, Delta’s growth function triggered and she gained a foot of height. It was a simple bit of code that went off: event driven and just for her.

“

on any virtualDeathEvent:

user.scale() = user.scale() + user.scale() / 100;

“

The growth factor was dynamic of course. She didn’t want to only grow a foot at a time, after all. Each increment to her size would be her current height divided by 50. So, at 50 feet tall, from that one woman’s temporary death, she sprouted up half a foot in height. This did not go unnoticed. She heard the nearby mobs of people.

“Oh my gosh, the giant killed that woman!”

“No, she spawned back. See, over there.”

“Yeah but, there was blood and everything. Paradise doesn’t allow that.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“We gotta get out of here.”

Bruce was talking to the others. “Listen, she’s a monster! She hacked Paradise or something and can do anything. She’s gonna kill us all!”

More and more people started to listen to him. They looked up to Delta. The sensation of crushing that woman titillated her a little out of her anxious stupor. She felt more herself again: the self she was meant to be. Powerful, a titaness.

She looked down at the people who turned to her for answers. She pointed to Bruce.

“He’s right.” she said, then smiled as she lifted her foot up and slammed it down atop a group at her front.

Now, it was unambiguous. Now, people panicked.

Tragically for the masses, Central Square was packed tight. People crushed one another trying to trample out of the densely packed swarm to her front. Pain and injury was enabled for all but Delta, so a few died in the struggle, only to spawn right back in somewhere nearby their demise.

Since her growth triggered on *any* virtual death event, she grew from the fear-driven conflict below. Her toes expanded into the swarm and knocked over some people who she quickly ran over with her feet. Just a slide forward, a *bit* of pressure, and they popped nice and warm under her soles. She shivered with ecstasy, her fear fading.

Delta’s confidence rose. It was going as planned now. They ran. She lifted her foot again and her toes tumbled more people in their passing. While they got trampled, she found a nice dense pack of people to stomp on.

“There~” she said and stomped down. An explosion of gore washed over her sole and the crowd nearby. More people tripped, more got trampled by one another. She grew up 10s more feet from it all before setting her foot over the next batch of people. Her sole remained unstained from the carnage of her steps, but the mere players of Paradise had no such luxury. She edited out their ability to refuse touch, damage, and any stain or the like.

*Crunch*

A dozen or so feet more in height.

*Crunch*

More height still.

At one point she stood nearly still and looked down at the scrambling throng. She moved her right foot just slightly left and right, up and down, and marveled at how much she grew. In almost no time at all people were just barely above her ankles in height.

Delta spotted Bruce again, and went out of her way to flatten him. She didn’t bother talking to him though. He was just one of the mob now. He respawned somewhere out of the square by another mob and got trampled a few times over.

The giant’s libido was out of control. With her anxiety slipping away, lust took root. Her body tingled with sparks of bliss and an omnipresent warmth to accompany her urges. This was beginning to be everything she imagined. Her next step had her cooing. The one after that caught a collapsed and immobile group of 10 beneath some part of her foot. She felt heads crack like eggs under her toes. She wiggled them some and the screams increased. Proof of her power!

Delta moaned, unable to hold it back. The disparity of her to them more than met her expectations, it exceeded them.

Delta’s right hand slipped past the waistband of her shorts. This was better than anything she felt before in her own realm. Ten times over--a hundred times over even. She couldn’t prepare for it. It was an overload of sensations: of possibilities.

Before her fingers even reached her folds she keeled over in a full body spasm. Her knees slammed on more crowd at her front, crushing dozens for another burst of growth that clipped a few with the sides of her legs.

Delta climaxed, hands free, and she hadn’t even left Central Square yet.

Chapter 13: Growth

The circuit-haired woman caught her breath. Everything was happening so fast already. Delta stewed in the afterglow for a few moments. Her fingers moved to her folds to squelch out a bit more residual delight. Her lower lips were slick, and she drew her fingers from her shorts covered in sticky nectar. She turned to some of the Central Square stragglers to her right and flicked the fluid their way. They cried out, soaked and disgusted. With a thought, she cleaned her shorts and hand off.

Delta stood up and from her information streams and enhanced body sense, she knew she was 100.33816841976926 feet tall. The math checked out, given that registered 70 virtualDeathEvents since her arrival at the Nexus.

The giant took a long step, then again, and flattened two more small groups of people under her thudding feet. She zipped up past 130ft tall on the 100th death, and began to see a small issue with her algorithm.

Right now, the Nexus realm had a population in the hundreds of millions. At her current pace, she’d be over one million feet tall after just 1000 player deaths! A collapsing building in the right place could easily reach that. That wouldn’t do, she wanted to pace herself a little here.

Delta reopened the code and changed the algorithm to be one a bit more complex. She’d still grow for every victim of her rampage, and the formula still involved her current height. But now, with some diminishing returns and other elaborate mathematics, things would be a tad less exponential.

Satisfied, she stomped out of the square. People started respawning farther now as the leaved the area, but the surrounding Nexus streets were packed in their own right. Bereft of vehicles, the roads were filled with screaming mobs.

Even better.

Delta planted her feet down onto the fleeing swaths. She shadowed those who tripped with another step of hers, and crushed them with grinning glee. Her body shivered as she reached 150 feet in height.

She quickly hit 200ft, and wanted some new sensations. The Nexus had no vehicles of any sort; people could just teleport where they needed to be. Well, they could before she disabled it.

Delta craved something metallic under her steps, so she willed into the realm a bus. She used the same model she did in her own realm. The vehicle soon found itself occupied as Delta took a random selection of 60 from the millions stuck in her fantasy scenario. She was kind enough to let the bus drive as she stomped after it, but the autonomous pathing it had through the roads didn’t account for a giant sadist on the loose. As insult to injury, the bus’s speed was pathetic, and she easily overtook it while walking.

The people inside were disoriented form the unexpected jaunt. They frantically screamed or messaged friends for updates as the tremors drew closer. The bus came to a sudden stop and an end nearly as fast when Delta flattened the thing mid walk.

A shiver ran down the tan woman’s spine. She dragged her fingers to her hips and rubbed her foot into the wreckage. She had stepped on buses before alone, but never with lasting occupants. That slightest bit of extra resistance when the vehicles roof meant their tiny bodies was just wonderful. She never felt that before, and now it was a sensation she’d never forget.

She wanted another. At an even bigger height of 230 feet, Delta spawned another bus and filled it to the brim. With no account for the seating limits, she used every bit of the interior space to warp a player inside. The unlucky humans that won her latest lottery were stacked right on top each other with hardly any room to breath. Those at the bottom of the human pile felt their bones break from the weight of their fellow sufferers, and those at the top had their faces pressed painfully into the ridges of the metal ceiling. They groaned and shouted as they felt her steps coming. Unlike the other bus, this parked vehicle wasn’t going anywhere.

Delta set her foot atop the thing and noticed she was a bit short. She promptly cheated at her own game and zipped her size up to 300, which had her toes curl nicely over the driver window. The sudden appearance of those digits pressed on the glass elicited a new set of screams from below. She relished them as she slowly pressed down.

The ceiling crumpled inwards. Those at the top had their bodies pressed down till their arms crunched and compacted against their chest. Delta’s curt little “Mmfs” at the sensations taunted them as the already limited free space decreased fewer and fewer. Her heel pressed down at the back of the construct and she got a nice burst of heat and sensation.

Delta instinctively clenched her toes and cracked the front glass a bit. The young woman was careful not to break it so as to give them any fresh air. The more they suffered, the more she got out of this.

She steadied herself and crushed the rest evenly. The people within got crushed by one another as the pressure became unbearable. The ceaseless screaming reached a crescendo at the mid point, where absolutely everyone inside had some sort of excruciating injury. The free spaces between the masses filled with blood as her foot flattened all but the final fourth of the bus’s height. A scant few unlucky souls started to drown on the blood from above till she finally pressed down.

Delta lifted her foot to inspect the resulting matter: crushed and covered in red fluid like an ancient can of some red beverage.

The hacker stood a solid 350ft tall now. Her feet were longer than herself on arrival, so her progression was going well. She looked ahead to see a block of street with some smaller shops. Those where were the more independent designers sold little goods. Objects rather than realm packs; single articles of clothing rather than entire virtual outfits. She hadn’t stomped a building yet, so she went right over.

People had the ‘bright’ idea to hide in some of those stores. ‘She’ll never look in here!’, they thought. No one knew for sure that she didn't even need to. The coordinates of everyone was within her purview and she set her sights on the most packed building first.

The single story item-store crested Delta’s ankle, barely. She raised her foot over the thing and stomped down. The concrete and rubble gave way to her unstoppable foot and the dozens of idiots hiding within met a fast and grisly end.

Delta walked down that side of the street. Her feet rose over the stores in her steps, and one by one they fell to the tune of screams. By the end of the street some people wised up and flooded out the buildings onto the road. Delta pretended not to notice them as she leveled the structure, then she slid her feet wide to break the fleeing against the side of her foot. Those that didn’t get overrun outright by the ped found themselves launched into the air and invariably breaking bones in the impact. It’s only when she moved to the other side of the street that she finished them off. Till then, if they lived, they did so writhing on the ground with their injuries.

The opposite side of the block had its own row of small stores which Delta’s feet plowed through on her march. She paid them no mind as she walked right through that block’s buildings to emerge on the other side. The fleeing masses there turned towards the noise in their running. The buildings all on one side of them fell over in plums of smoke as a giant foot came out of the occluding fog and onto the densest part of the mob.

It was like something out of a monster movie, thundering noises included, when her entire 500ft form came out of the concrete clouds and into view. Soon after that dust settled even more was kicked up.

Delta stomped ahead of the mob’s bulk, soles fell over the fastest at the front. To her right was a decorative structures just barely taller than herself. She moved her hand around the thing and knocked it over her toes and onto the screaming people stalled before them.

The humans below raised their arms to try and shield themselves from the falling building.

“Pathetic.” She said.

They reverted to that instinctual little gesture as tons of simulated steel and concrete crushed them down. The respawning functionality put many of those victims back into the structure’s rubble. Delta found it amusing, and she stepped on the partially destroyed building on her way out of the block to flatten them down again on the way out.

As predicted, the death toll was rising fast. If she took to her old algorithm of growth she’d be impossibly huge. People respawned when they died, typically close to her, so few steps were lonely ones. People began to spread out, and more size started to have appeal.

Delta walked through another block, buildings burst and collapsed against her skin as she headed towards an area where player coordinates were at a high. It was a long wide road, filled entirely with decorative structures and the like. There, she saw one of those recreated landmarks: the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

The circuit-haired woman made her way to the building. She didn’t watch her steps with her eyes, but she directed them all the same towards the densest bits of the terrified masses. Their running feet spilled coordinate data with every step. The dense bits of information meant the most satisfying steps. She shared her joy with them all in the form of unabashed grunts and coos.

“Run, flee, cower~”, she said between her pleased utterances.

Reaching the landmark Delta found it below crotch height. She nudged the tower upright then clenched it between her thighs. It didn’t even come up to her crotch, so it was a trivial yet titillating matter to crush it to rubble. She sighed.

‘To think, I’m the first person to ever do this. To crush a protected model of history between legs.’

Of course, an older version of her country leveled it before out in the real world when they glassed Italy, but real world didn’t matter. It wasn’t even on her mind. She was the power, and at the forefront of her being was her rapidly building lust.

Delta had grown a few hundred more feet, but she wanted to be even bigger. Tempting as it was to cheat again with another self-gifted size boost, she had a better idea. She moved one street away to yet another swath of people. This block had quite a lot of the survivors from the Pisa Tower block, as there was a side path to reach it with ease. How foolish of them to think themselves safe here. How foolish of them to think themselves safe anywhere with her around.

Delta looked down the long and clear road teeming with Paradise players. A few turned back at the sound of her steps and saw the titaness bearing down at them with a malicious grin.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”, she thundered. “You can’t outrun me. I can get you all without even moving.”

Her yellow eyes started to shine green. The air around them vibrated in a sizzling hum.

“I’ve always wanted to do this~”

The hum turned to a piercing wail as fiery beams shot from her gaze. With an up tilt of her chin she swept the vaporizing columns of green over the mob. Men and women screamed in burning agony as their skin singed away by proximity. Their very blood was boiled. It was much better to be hit by the beams directly. Then, they’d be outright vaporized for a slightly faster death.

She had taken out hundreds with that strike alone. Her body surged upwards again. The few survivors from that horrifying assault could see the tan woman burst past 1000ft. Her body shuddered all the while as a hand tickled at the front of her shorts. She spoke to them.

“Mmm, I waited so long for laser eyes. Such a simple thing, but till now I couldn’t modify my body. That counted as an ‘anatomical modification’ you know? Even in the privacy of my own realm I couldn’t do that. I could, however, spawn a cartoony-looking laser rifle. What kind of rampaging giant wields something like that? True power’s innate~”

She blasted away the last few survivors with a surprise burst of rays from her eyes. The irises cooled back to their normal Yellow and she stomped over to another area more wide open. People teemed here as they did everywhere else, and Delta eyed them with a sultry purr. Her hand stayed at the front of her shorts and teased the area with wiggles of her fingers.

Delta stomped towards them. They started to run out the region only to smack their faces into the suddenly rising concrete wall blocking them in. With a flick of a finger for flash and a command for the work, the giantess had warped that city ground to corner them in. With her at one end of the wide street and the wall at the other, they were stuck. Delta smiled smugly as she saw the realization down on their faces. Her feet settled at the edge of the mob onto a few unlucky men and women that respawned at her front.

Some woman spoke up. “Please, stop this! Let us go. Whatever this event is we don’t like it!”

“Event?” Delta laughed. People were so used to the comforts of simulated reality, that some thought this all some kind of weird Nexus event.

“You moron, this is no event--least not in the sense you are thinking of. You’re not part of some special experiment. You’re props in my fantasy. Props and toys~”

Delta sat down on her butt, clipping a few more people at the edge of the mob. Their upper bodies burst beneath the fabric of her shorts-wearing bottom. She curled her feet around the swarm of people. Dozens were caught up against the soles of her feet as they slowly came together. The peds, looming monsters in their own right, dug into the concrete of the walkways below as Delta took her time mashing them together. A few people tried to slip between the feet as closed in. The flow of humans past her soles send more tingles over her sensitive skin, and she finally brought the bottoms of her feet together. Whatever in between them at the time got crushed, and the coo which slipped past her lips left no doubts she enjoyed it.

The young woman now had a trembling, whimpering mass of people before her in a pen of her own legs. A few people started to try and clamber over those long limbs of hers. She reached over to crush their arms with her fingers so they’d fall back down.

“Ah-ah-ah, a good toy stays in its container. A good prop serves its purpose~”

She reached into the horde of victims and pulled out a handful. She pulled open the waistband of her shorts and panties, then dropped them against her awaiting lower lips. The area was already slick with anticipation, and she shuddered at their arrival. The minor motion rumbled the ground, and she went for another handful. Snapping her panties back to her waist, she stuffed this new handful into her shorts.

The people had difficulty acclimating to the new environment. Delta’s scent wafted over both groups. The group just in her shorts had it a bit easier. They were able to get their bearings a little. The men and women there grabbed onto the fabric of her black panties, holding on tight as they saw the outlines of their peers in suffering press against the tight pantie fabric. They heard the blubberings and weepings of them at their stickier fate.

The group by her crotch had been thrust into a humid and slick environment with little warning. The panties held them snug to the outside of her folds. People were getting soaked already, but their troubles multiplied when light flooded in briefly at the return of Delta’s hand.

The coder took one more handful of humanity in hand and slipped them to her crotch. Delta’s left hand rubbed at the outside of her shorts while her right stayed by her pussy to tease. The group up against her sex screamed out at the new arrivals. Together, they were mashed right past wet outer folds deeper into the giant’s cunt.

It was dark before with the black panties and green shorts filtering out most light, but inside the cunt itself it became nearly impossible to see. The dozens of people wandered in a dark musky swamp. They stumbled in the dark, whimpering and bumping into each other and the slimy flesh all around them.

Being on the outside of her folds wasn’t a breeze either. That’s where Delta’s fingers were at the moment. She rubbed those newer arrivals in circles as she pampered her sex. Men and women were caught between the digits and squeezed with every little shudder of ecstasy. Bones broke and she heard, often letting out another coo as that power-high hit her. Their own cries were overwhelmed by the woman’s monstrous moans. The entire environment was beyond steamy. Her body heat was all around them, sweltering their comparatively tiny forms.

Their injuries, their resistance, their tears and their squirms in that sensitive area served only to pleasure her further. Delta knew it, and they did too. The very idea of it all quickly sent her towards the edge. With a flex of her finger, a couple of poor sods smashed into her clit and she climaxed.

Delta’s entire body shuddered. The walls of her pussy clamped down to crush the already bruised and broken people in her sex. Her legs shook and moved inwards to her body and knocked a few victims over.

Her toes curled. Those by her crotch choked on her flowing nectar. The group between her panties and shorts wasn’t spared either. The panties they clung dearly grew soaking wet. Delta’s left hand was just as greedy as her right, and they had their own broken bones from her masturbatory efforts.

As Delta orgasmed, that same hand pressed them deep into the moist undergarment and clenched its fingers. All their bodies broke so the self-centered woman could eek out a bit more sensation.

There were survivors between her legs still, but not for long. They were densely packed enough to crush as she grew from the deaths at her crotch. That, in turn, gave her more growth, and then more death and so on till just a few dozen remained between the now-even-taller woman’s legs.

Delta opened her eyes and slipped out her hand. The ‘lucky’ ones still around could see a barely living victim caught between the ropes of femcum that dangled between her digits. She pressed her palm down on those stragglers, snuffing most of them out. Her legs stretched out, than slammed together to take out the rest between her thighs.

Delta stood up and cleaned hands with a thought. Even at her new and immense size, there was still so much Nexus to enjoy.

Chapter 14: Fantasy

Delta’s lust didn’t die down at all. She never had much of a refractory period. There was no such thing as a sore clit for her in Paradise, as she alone was immune to any sort of negative physical sensation in the simulated reality. Thus, the only thing that’d stop her now was mood. She was still sky high happy and aroused.

As Delta’s half mile form got on the move again, her steps pounded at perfectly detailed roads filled with real human consciousnesses. This was a real rampage; the one of her dreams. Paradise was a simulated reality, sure, but this had the quality she wanted: that incommunicable weight and appeal to things.

She was right: live and sapient victims made her fantasies all the more appealing.

Though her libido stayed with her, its appetites increased. Delta needed more novelty: more scale. There was still so much of the Nexus left. Miles of it! She couldn’t possible destroy it all fast enough to satisfy with her current height.

In her march, her feet crushed dozens, then hundreds. She grew bit by bit all the while, but she wanted more.

Delta’s memory went back to her time in Bruce’s realm. She visualized how she propped her feet on the table and her soles loomed over a little Nexus. That was the kind of power she wielded. 2500 feet tall was big, but she could be bigger than that here. She wanted to be huge. Her height should be measured in miles.

Delta became tempted to cheat again and just rocket up high in the horizon, but jumping to such an obscene height in this special occasion of hers seemed wrong. On the other hand, exploiting the rules of her own game had appeal. She had more powers than just her massive and invincible body.

Delta saw over most every building now. She spotted a landmark in the distance: Big Ben. She had meant to destroy some of those as a sort of checklist for this Nexus fantasy of hers, but she got distracted. She planned out a lot, but in the heat of the moment things just seemed to happen. Before she knew it, she came twice having only broken one old wonder in this virtual city.

No matter, she’d get that one now. She knew the area around it was packed. People hid in it as they thought its smaller size wouldn’t attract her attention. They didn’t realize it was them that made this special: their suffering and reactions which made her power feel real and got her passion brewing.

Delta raised her arm and the Big Ben block, along with dozens of surrounding blocks and streets, quaked in a rocking tremor. The ground didn’t crack as expected, but instead sunk. Her arm motions were theatrical of course: her thought commands did all the work to bend this simulated reality to her will. Still, it let them know this was her doing.

The clocktower and a great swath of the surrounding area sunk deep into a circular chasm. People couldn’t climb up the sheer rock and concrete of the circular depression. Buildings on the pit’s edge fell in as the earth finally settled. The structures claimed many lives, but there were still countless thousands within. Heat began to brew in the area, and with a snap of her fingers Delta heralded its rise to a boil and then a great conflagration.

A great pillar of red and orange flames erupted from the hole she made. Everyone inside was cooked to a crisp before they had time to comprehend what happened. The dazzling display claimed thousands upon thousands of lives and triggered a grow event for each and every one.

Delta’s body quickly shot upwards.

The tan woman clenched her toes to the city ground as she knew what was coming. She did the math in her head from her complex growth algorithm; the resulting number on its own had her nibble at her lower lip.

As she grew up and out, her green shorts and yellow top tore apart as she willed them left behind. They broke against her light-brown skin as her body hit the mile mark and kept growing. The discarded garments fell over some of the shorter buildings and slumped to the streets. There, they’d make a decent obstacle for any panicked person running through the region. Most were wise enough to flee from her by now. Word was getting around. People knew they would respawn if killed by her, but the pain and horror of their deaths kept the fear high. She could see it in their terrified expressions and hear it from the screams throughout the city.

Omnipresent proof of her superiority; omnipresent aphrodisiacs.

Delta rose to a mile, then two and finally three. The blocks to her immediate sides cracked against the sides of her calves, but from that point on her feet did most of the damage. The new and immense weight of her truly titanic form started to fracture the ground without her even having to move. Her toes wiggled and the cracks grew. She smiled. The sides of her bare peds ripped into a few more blocks. Buildings collapsed over them onto the top of her foot if tall enough, but otherwise everything just got run over and crushed.

At this new height she stretched her arms to the sky and felt a wetness against her crotch in the motion. Her panties were still soaked with her bounty from earlier; she had only cleaned her skin, after all.

‘Why should I keep this on? Who cares if these idiotic mites see~’, she thought.

Delta took a few colossal steps forward. Buildings fell under tread, sadly not occupied as most everyone knew they weren’t safe. The streets, however, were as packed as ever. Over a thousand feet of foot fell over a mob as she walked towards an area of high traffic. They were less than bugs to her now: little black dots visible in detail only thanks to her GODMODE status and powers.

As she grew from the slaughter, Delta moved her hands to her undergarments. With her enhanced strength, the giant yellow-eyed woman ripped her panties off with one hand while tearing her black bra free with the other. The ringed clap of the upper garment slipped free of the torn fabric and rolled through the city streets. After wheeling over a few dozen people, it settled in a clank on the ground. There, those stuck in hoop now tried to scramble over its sides much to the giant woman’s amusement.

The bra swung on giant fingers as Delta set her aim at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. With her integration with Paradise, she easily threw the garb with the perfect force and angle to wrap about the tower. The virtual structure of wrought iron tumbled as the bra’s impact carried it down and over onto more humanity below.

Delta took her wet panties and just draped them over the nearby crowd. The sticky-wet fabric fell atop them and smothered them in her scent just as well as its bulk. They were stuck under the weighty fabric to die slow, crushing deaths while the odor of her ecstasy permeated their senses.

The hacker bared her nude body to the virtual world. She felt the pleasant virtual air wisp past the nipples of her perky petite breasts. Her naked crotch loomed over the masses presently running between her feet. She had already worked up a bit of new wetness from all this excitement. Delta looked down with a grin towards them all.

They had no choice but the run through such a dangerous area. A simple shift of her foot could end them all. Instead, Delta slid a finger into her snatch. Screams rang out as they heard the slick sound. Slipping the index finger back free, she loosened a droplet of her femfluids which inundated the specks right below. The gobbet crushed many while the splash and resulting puddling entrapped people in a humiliating and sticky embrace.

Delta moved on. She was already ready for another self-satisfying meeting of hand and crotch, but something caught her eye first. There was a wide open area nearby teeming with people. At the center of it lied one of those old world arenas: a massive open-oval stadium lined with seats. To her surprise, people had flocked to it! It seems they watched too many archived movies where such places served as safe evacuation shelters.

‘Absolute morons! This is why I’m where I am, and they’re at my mercy.’, thought Delta.

That main prize was surrounded by the greenery of one of the Nexus’s many parks. At each corner of the park were Pyramids. Another old world wonder since lost, they found a new home as area decoration in the United State of Humanity’s Paradise. She walked over and in the process crunched out a block or two beneath her indomitable heels.

Delta’s toes settled on the top of one of those sandstone pyramids and she felt the unique texture of the brittle stone dust beneath clenched toes. She lifted her leg to stomp out one of the others and felt its pointed top instantly flatten out under her foots ball. It tickled for just a second.

She turned to the stadium. All the people inside looked up to see that simulated sun shine against her tan skin and accentuate the subtle curves of her form. She looked like some sort of terrible goddess here to smite them. Just a moment ago getting in the stadium was high demand, and the exterior of it was swarmed. Now, people started trampling each other to try and get out.

Delta spoke and enjoyed how her very voice had them tremble.

“How nice of you to gather yourselves up like this: just like snacks in a bowl~”

She moved to sit on her haunches. Her tongue snaked out hundreds of feet to lick at her lips and tease their fate. She reached her hand in to haphazardly grab at a bunch of the specks. Her palm teemed with a swarm of people so small it’d look like black dots to anyone else at her size: but she was no mere giant. Delta’s yellow eyes discerned every fearful expression. She comprehended the coordinates of their arms as they shoved at one another and those of their legs as they wavered side to side in a fearful vibration.

A few people lept off, knowing the fate to come was a painful one. They fell off the side of her hand, died, then promptly respawned back in her palm. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of getting away. None could defy her, even in a virtual death.

She opened wide and tilted her hand in. Her ears picked up the screams like something out of a carnival realm roller coaster. The hundreds of morsels looked down into her sourcelessly lit maw. Her tongue stretched out to accept their arrival. The intense heat of her breath washed over them. At her size, they could even hear the saliva pool.

The morsels either fell freely or slid down her soft palm into that cavernous maw. Strands of saliva dangled to catch many in a sticky embrace, but most landed safe enough on the bumpy slick surface of her tongue. Everything happened so fast. Her lips closed once the entire handful was in. Their ears rocked with the roar of her “Mmmm~”.

The leviathan of a muscle beneath them roared up and to the side. They fell over and rubbed against her taste buds to elicit more murmurs of gourmet pleasure and tides of spittle.

The monstrous woman gulped before any could drown, and they went down her illuminated throat like the constricting tunnel of horror it was. Through a fleshy gate they zlorched through into an awaiting roaring gut. She did something to soften their landing in there, as most lived after impacting the living fleshy surface.

The torrid environment was brutal. The acidic fluids stung bad. Anyone who got fully inundated by her juices melted away in an agonizing end.

Delta sighed. She looked down at the rest of the mob. She wanted more. She snatched up handfuls with both hands now, yet still the mob was thick.

‘Why limit myself?’, she thought. ‘I change my body now. I can be whatever I want!’

To the crowd’s horror, Delta sprouted another set of arms. Those who thought themselves safe now found themselves in the path of two new hands eager and willing to scoop them up. Her fingers pressed into the earth to cage her prey beneath her palm. Once trapped, she yanked them upwards.

Her cruel and smug visage bared down on four full handfuls of humanity. She rose to her full height now. Growing with every death, Delta had reached nearly 4 miles at this point. The extra room in her mouth was put to use as she stuffed the prizes in, one fistful after the other. The sound of her swallows rang out across the city to inspire more fear.

Delta was tempted to make an eyeball in her stomach to see the digestion take place, but the raw data auxiliary to her principle senses provided a decent enough image. The coordinates in her stomach went wild as people ran frantically to dodge falling droplets of digestive fluids. She could, of course, hear them in there too. All that suffering, wrought by her--the pleasant tingles of titillation grew further.

The titaness wanted to use a building as a toy, and had one in mind. It took her back the way she came: back towards Central Square. The titaness decided to take a new path however. At her scale, it was as simple as stepping a few blocks to her side before turning back around.

Of course, even her simplest movements now were some minor catastrophe for the people below. Her foot stretched over a half a mile long and she never felt even the slightest bit of resistance in her steps. People were so small to only properly squish out in dense mobs. Buildings felt as brittle as sand if not even feebler.

Delta loved it! She could only imagine how she looked now as this four-armed destroyer of this world. A monster? Divine? Sadly she couldn't read minds, and messages started to die out. People chatted among each others less and less the more her size grew. Tales of her deeds thus far had spread as terrifying tidbits. All were focused on running and hiding with little time or mood to stop.

Along the way she spotted another landmark of the old world. A tall wide tower with a most unique top that, at her scale, looked perfectly like a handle. She curled a few fingers through that part of its architecture to yank the entire building up. It started to crumble unsecured from its foundation, as expected, but it lasted long enough for her chuck it off into some untouched cityscape to her left. She knew from the incoming height she had taken out quite a few.

Central Square was the largest area in the Nexus by far. Many in the region now saw first hand when she arrived at 50ft tall, and now they gazed up at some woman almost too massive to take in and with four arms like some sort of other-worldly being. The monstrous woman greeted them only with a gaze as her sole filled their sky. Delta didn’t pause or slow herself as her foot stomped them flat.

Now, that resulting print was the most prominent feature of the square. Her step right after had her purposefully clip the surrounding super stores with her toes. The exploding sensation they offered in tribute had her coo.

She was ready.

The building she had in mind was before her in just a few more calamitous steps. Part of her fantasy involved pleasuring herself with a structure, and this was the perfect shape while having a bit of importance. The Lotte World Tower used to be the largest building in South Korea back when the country was still around. It was recreated here in the virtual city like many other landmarks.

Delta had an issue, she was far too big! The tower couldn’t satisfy her at this scale. It barely crested past her ankle, and was much too thin. For her, it was scarcely about 3 inches in height.

The colossus simply had to have it for her fantasy though, and she’d make it work. With a thought she more than doubled it in size. The shape was the same, but it was tall and thick enough to properly meet her needs. She sat down, legs on either side, to create a sort of gulf around it.

At this point Delta noticed it was completely empty. That also wouldn’t do. With a thought she summoned people from all over the Nexus, randomly, to fill it. After a few moments to adjust, people quickly saw her titanic cunt outside the windows and realized some horrible fate awaited them in here. Many tried to run, but the doors were gone, and the windows were impenetrable. Everyone was stuck inside.

Delta also took the time to fortify her ‘toy’ a bit, so that as her fingers wrapped around the shaft of the structure it didn’t immediately crumble. She tilted the edifice towards her pussy with one hand and spread her lower lips with the other. Wails rang her sensitive ears as she slid the tip in.

“Mnf”

It felt even better than her expectations. She greedily shoved the rest in deep as she could and held it there. Her wrist jerked to wiggle it around some and brush a part of it against the underside of her clit. Once she got a feel for the toy, she used it well and fast.

The people inside were tossed about with every turn or quick thrust of the building. The death toll began to rise, a bit fast for her liking, but she had a solution. A virtual death was a trivial, albeit painful thing. Those that died in the structure simply respawned somewhere down by her crotch between her miles long legs. In the meantime, the free space they left was quickly taken up by another randomly chosen person from somewhere in paradise.

Naturally, the interior was chaos. People ran into each other at literal breakneck speeds. The walls fogged with the heat from her crotch, and the sight outside became that of endless wet pink. Her moans rocked the structure in their own right, but every thrust of her toe was a slaughter.

“Nunf,” cried Delta in a lusty closed-lip moan. She fell backwards and crushed the cityscape behind her under miles of light-brown back flesh. The entire metropolis rumbled from that descent. The woman’s green and yellow hair spread out to fan across the streets and between alleyways. A few people got trapped under those locks. Her feet planted themselves soles down firmly past the city’s foundation in an attempt to steady her rocking body.

Her fluids built till they started to sink in through the seams of the windows. Floors began to flood with her pussy’s natural lubricant. The tower grew sticky and ever more aromatic. The sweet scent was everywhere and as inescapable as the flesh around them.

Delta’s eyes fluttered half-lidded. She was a titaness, fucking herself with a toy filled with thousands upon thousands of real minds. The city was her playground, a wide and stimulating mat for her to sprawl out and fuck herself on. She grew and grew with every thrust as each claimed thousands. Her lowers arms moved to knead at her soft breasts, thumbs rubbing at her nipples. Her upper limbs--her original arms--kept working that building into herself.

Still she wanted more sensations, so she started teleporting people into her mouth to be gulped down. She enjoyed the squirms they offered in her gut, but she didn't teleport them there directly: there was a certain thrill to swallowing them alive, and the taste was something she enjoyed dearly.

Delta could do most anything now, like fire lasers from her eyes or grow extra limbs. She turned her head towards some cityscape at her side and belted out a roaring gout of molten hot fire like some sort of kaiju monster. Hundreds of more lives where claimed as it blasted through the streets, all just to egg her on further.

One of her hands reached out to a bit of mostly intact city. She walked her fingers down the streets like the legs of some lesser monster. People were crushed under those ‘stamping’ digits much to her delight.

Yes, Delta could do so much here, but she couldn't hold out much longer. With one thundering roar of a moan she climaxed yet again. At that exact moment, she willed the windows of the building away. Her gushing nectar was kindly ‘shared’ with all inside. The roaring cloying tide flooded through the floors with enough force to break them outright as only the walls had Delta’s protection now. The feminine and sticky fluid ripped people to shreds in its first pourings before rushing through to engulf others.

People chocked on the stuff and drowned. People kept replacing the dead, of course, and many a Nexus-goer found themselves teleported head-under-water so-to-speak under swimming-pools worth of her gooey pleasure.

The building groaned as her pussy walls clamped down on it. Each one shook the structure to jostle more of her nectar around. At what she thought was the last contraction, she let all her protection slip. The building smashed to pieces beneath the strength of her nethers. She slid it out and chucked it in the distance where she knew it’d crush a few hundred victims.

As the waves of growth hit her, Delta rolled over and basked in the ensuing afterglow.

Chapter 15: Fear

Delta’s shifting body crushed many more specks as she carelessly turned to her side. People were caught in the space between the back of her knees and her calves. They tried to run away as they heard the shifting of earth under her limbs. The pleasant warmth coursing through Delta’s monolithic form had her curling her toes and legs back. The people had no chance as they were squashed between the back of her legs and thighs. Not even those right behind her knee were safe.

She stretched out her most ‘busy’ hand and settled its femcum coated self onto one of the many mobs trying to escape her. Delta sighed, happy to have another bit of growth hit her form. She decided that was enough for now and turned off her growth code. Now, the woman just looked out to the wreckage in front of her.

Delta saw her foot prints dotting the city, many smaller than her finger was now wide. Flattened structures dotted most of them, the concrete and whatnot smashed down into the shape of her wonderful peds. Countless landmarks were flattened, many without her even trying to. Those buildings, all the ones in Nexus, had been forbidden from her till she found that exploit. Now, she could reshape and remake even this realm as she saw fit.

Three times: since arriving in the Nexus she had climaxed three whole times. A smile crept across her face as she imagined all the pleasure she could squeeze out of Paradise and the people in it. It was hers!

...but for how long?

The initial euphoria of rampaging the Nexus started to die down, and she started to think.

‘How long has it been since I crashed my private realm?’

With her level of integration she checked the logs and found it had been four hours.

‘Four hours...’ she thought. ‘With time-dilation set such that 32 hours in *here* is one hour *out there*, that means about 7.5 minutes had passed in the real world.’

‘*out there*’ Delta repeated the word in her mind.

‘The real world.’

Her heart began to sink.

She had been so caught up in her fantasy that she had practically forgotten a real world was even out there, but like it or not it was. There, her body laid for 7.5 minutes now not including the time she spent earlier listening to Martin’s announcements in the square.

The coder realized she didn’t have a long term plan here. She replaced the real-cam feed with archived footage, but was that enough? Time was still passing out there, maybe someone walking by a screen would see themselves passing by and recognize their time in the Nexus days ago. They could report that ‘glitch’.

7.5 minutes passed, what else could happen in that time? Delta tried to figure out her reasoning. She had hoped people would just keep logging into Paradise and be unable to leave, perhaps.

‘Unable to leave--NO!’

Delta realized her greatest fault of all. The very feature of hers keeping all her victims with her was also the most obvious way to know something was wrong.

Not everyone out there lived alone. People had roommates, friends and even significant others in their lives. What happens when someone shakes their buddy back on the outside and notices they don’t snap out of Paradise as they are supposed to? That’s something that’d definitely get reported. She never even considered that till now. How could she be so stupid?

The young woman’s heart began to race. She rose from her laying posture, uncaring of what or who broke around her: she certainly wasn’t in the mood to enjoy that now.

All the flaws of her plans began to come to light. She held her face in two hands and realized she just pressed a femcum slickened palm to a cheek.

“Aah!” she shouted and flicked the stuff away and onto some surviving swarm of people in the distance. She didn’t have the mindset to enjoy the knowledge that the ensuing ‘rain’ killed a good few. With a thought, she cleaned her body up.

‘Focus Delta, focus!’

She couldn’t do anything she wanted after all. Time was ticking. She remembered Martin’s announcement about the Great Misstep Anniversary shutdown in just two real days! She couldn’t do anything about that, but even that timeline could be shorter.

What if she died? She remembered the comment lines she saw earlier about how forced logout via death happened at the headclip firmware level: that is, the lowest level of software often controlling hardware functionality itself.

A lot could happen in 2 real world days! The headclips helped to prevent most diseases, but freak accidents were still possible, after all.

`And what happens if my code is discovered? It would be at the shutdown for sure, but even earlier is likely once people start trying to shake their friends out of paradise.’

Delta began to pace around. Her growth stopped at about 7 miles in height which had her feet just over a mile themselves. She stomped over the city carelessly as the respawning functionality still worked.

She brought *everyone* she could to the Nexus. Even now more people filtered in. If anyone got out somehow, they’d be able to describe her. She couldn’t modify other people’s minds. That was another limitation at the headclip firmware level most likely. This meant she couldn’t just erase people’s memories or change them to frame someone else.

‘I’ll be found out! Even if I make it to the shutdown, they’ll roll back my changes with ease, probably patch the code so it can never happen again. And they’ll know it’s me!’

Delta’s mind was wracked with thoughts on what they’d do to her as punishment. She’d be locked up forever by the Ministry of Justice. She’d be abhorred for a long time, till eventually enough time passed for her to become a joke, then forgotten entirely.

Delta fidgeted her thumb between her fingers as she moved.

‘C’mon Delta think. There’s a solution in here somewhere. There’s a way to get complete control.’

She thought about trying to extend the time-dilation factor to be infinite, but even without that strange headclip-firmware limitation, she’d be bottlenecked by the computer farms. Simulating this entire reality took lots of computational power after all.

Delta’s foot shadowed a particularly dense swath of people and they screamed up in fear. In fact, everyone around the city was screaming as every step of her massive four-armed form quaked the whole realm. With her hearing, she picked it all up. The distraction it made wasn’t helping her. She clenched all four of her fists as her irritation grew to anger.

“Shut. Up!”

Delta’s shout was empowered: super-normal. Her words traveled through the realm at the speed of sound in the form of a sonic wave. The air visibly rippled as building-glass shattered in its wake. People themselves exploded from the raw sonic energy of it, though their ears were the first to pop. Everyone in the city perished, once, and then respawned. Screams rang out again as she grunted in frustration.

“Silence!” she shouted. At her thought everyone froze. Their bodies were in her control even if their minds weren’t. The people were stuck now, immobile and standing like models without animations. Not even their eyes could move, and those ocular orbs soon dried without the ability to blink.

Delta sighed.

‘Better. Ok, solutions. In order to be fully safe, I need to make sure I can never die or, even better, make it so that death doesn’t take me out of the simulation. Moreover, I need to make sure no one can ever update the code except me, but that means I’d need to bring everyone into Paradise. But how...’

Delta mulled things over. She continued pacing around and started to look down where she stepped. Feelings of people and buildings crushing served to de-stress her now more than titillate, but it became welcome again all the same.

‘I can’t lose this. I can’t let this slip away.’

When people respawned, they did so frozen. She realized one solution would just be to tune out from their utterances, but something about that bugged her. She’d rather people say nothing than her be unable to hear it.

She stepped down on a dense group of buildings. Her destructive foot twisted side to side as she thought.

‘I’ve got it! I just need a way to get my own firmware update into the headclips. Then, I could make Paradise truly mine, but how.’

Delta reached down to pick up a building. At this point, she unformed her extra arms. She was her normal Paradise form again with her green-yellow hair and yellow eyes: only still absolutely ginormous.

She brought the building to her teeth and nibbled on it like a very short ‘pencil’ as they used in the old days. Her foot tapped, sending quakes that knocked many statue-fied specks over. She remembered what she saw during her exploit, the special status just below GODMODE before she commented it out.

‘The Minister of Technology: Martin Canmore. Of course! He’s got to be in charge of the firmware updates for headclips. They couldn’t leave such an important task to anyone else. I bet he code-reviews them all personally. He’s the key, but how could I get him to do it.’

With her awareness of Paradise, she quickly looked through the names of everyone presently inside. Martin unfortunately wasn’t it, but there was a name that caught her eye.

‘Molly Canmore...’

She was inside paradise, somewhere among the specks at her toes.

Delta had a plan now. She smiled and discarded her little oral-fixation into the distance.

Delta poofed out of the Nexus. Everyone was still there, frozen--except for one very special person.

--==--==--==--

Molly steadied herself on familiar terrain.

“Oh thank gosh, wew.”

The blonde woman found herself back in her joint-realm: one she shared with her husband. It felt good to have the ability to move again. She had been lucky thus far, and didn’t manage to die once to that rampaging woman at the Nexus. She ran her hand across her body from her legs to her short bunned hair.

She made her way towards the quaint cabin in front of her. Her flats pressed down against the green grass of the realm. Her black skirt and white blouse ruffled lightly in the gentle wind here.

Though he realm was shared, she made most of it herself. Her and Martin always liked the idea of a cabin. Of course, such a wasteful luxury as nature-living would be unthinkable. That kind of entitlement got humanity into its great climatological catastrophe in the first place. Still, in Paradise, such pleasures were allowed and even encouraged.

She opened the door, went inside, and was pleased to find everything in its place. Her design room was intact, as were all the various virtual decorations of the one-story house.

“It’s over then? It has to be. What a nightmare that was. I’m sure Martin must’ve fixed it.”

She went to a kettle and started making herself some tea. Of course she could just spawn tea, but the ancient and outdated process soothed her.

The kettle whined and there came a knock at the door.

‘Ah, that must be Martin’ she thought. ‘He has some explaining to do about all this.’

“Just a moment. I’m making tea!” she shouted.

She turned back to stove-top and saw the kettle gone. Molly shook her side to side. The room was silent till there was another rap at the door. She walked over.

“Martin.” she shouted. “My kettle just disappeared. I’m not sure what your team is up to outside, but this is a bit absurd.”

Molly opened the door and gasped. The circuit-haired woman from before stood in front of her, stark naked as before. The woman was small now, shorter than her, even. The tan woman spoke with a coy smirk.

“Hello Molly. It’s nice to meet you. I hope you don’t mind if I wait here till your husband gets back? He and I have some important business to discuss.”

Chapter 16: Trouble in Paradise

Martin Canmore sat at his office inside a medium-scale tower. The Newer York building served as the Ministry of Technology Head Quarters, and was surprisingly empty.

After his announcement in the Nexus, he surprised most of his employees with an early day off. They all worked hard on the time-dilation feature for Paradise, so he felt some relaxation was warranted.

Still, people had to be on standby in case anything happened. Paradise was a very important program, but tons of other public tech was under his management: the transit service, government pages and, of course, headclip updates. So, the minister kept a skeleton-crew of technicians, programmers, and other building staff in case of emergencies. To show solidarity he himself stayed of course.

It was thankfully boring thus far. Martin still had on his sleek gray suit from earlier. His black hair was cut short in a professional style. With a fit body and his deep-brown skin well kept, it was easy to see how the 32 year old minister earned his charming reputation.

Martin was listening to some music on his headclip and tapping his black shoes idly to the rhythm. The door to his office burst open as one of his technicians invited himself in. The minister saw from the expression on his face this could be serious. He turned his music off.

“Darian, is something the matter?”

“There’s something strange going on with Paradise. You gotta see for yourself.”

Martin walked with the casually dressed tech towards where the programmers usually sat. The minister saw a man and a woman limp in buckled chairs. The light on their headclips--those gray chips just above anyone’s left eye--was lit blue.

“Wait, why are they in Paradise?”

“Well, the day was slow so Kichiro went in to test some stuff out. He never came out, so Janice went in next to try and get him and now-”

“Wait, are you saying they’re stuck?”, said Martin.

“Looks like it.”

“Did you try shaking them out of it?”

“Of course sir, but it didn’t work for either of them!”

Martin turned to Darian with an incredulous look before walking over to Kichiro. He gave the thin programmer a shake on the shoulder. Nothing. He shook harder, but still the man didn’t wake.

“This... shouldn’t be possible. Hold him.”

Darian did as he was told while Martin unclipped Kichiro’s seat buckles. Kichiro’s body slacked in Darian’s grip, but he still didn’t wake. The LED on his headclip stayed the blue color, indicating he was still in the simulated reality.

Martin helped Darian move Kichiro to the floor. The two stared down at him, waiting for him to wake but it never came.

“Mr. Canmore sir, what could this mean?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s not good. This could be a very big bug.”

“Maybe something’s wrong with the time-dilation feature?”

“Unlikely, I oversaw the testing for that myself. Heck, I even volunteered for some of it.”

“But at the scale sir, Paradise has a lot of people in it today.”

“That’s true but... crud. Molly!”

Martin pressed his fingers to his forehead. His lovely wife could be in there. She worked as a designer of virtual items in Paradise: furniture, mostly. She could be in there still. He remembered her saying she’d be in the Nexus during his big speech.

“Sir, did you want to go check on your wife?”

“I’ll try and call her, in the meantime call all the team members I let take a vacation day. We need to see how widespread this is.”

Martin went back to his office, sat down, and used his screen to access his headchip-based personal computer. Her tied to start a holovideo call with Molly. The ringing chime echoed in his ear, each time his blood pumped faster and faster till it ended.

“C’mon...”

She didn’t pick up. For privacy reasons headclips don’t tell if a callee is in Paradise or not, so that could’ve meant anything from her being taking a nap or being stuck with the others--if people were getting stuck, that is.

Darian walked in it was clear from his facial expression that this was an issue.

“Sir, I couldn’t reach most of them, but Ferdy picked up. He said he didn’t log into Paradise but his husband did and he’s not coming out of it either. Should I call the Justice Minister-”

“No. I’ll handle that, right after I send out a global alert. For now, just run around the building and warn everyone else.”

“As you wish sir.”

Martin quickly typed out an alert to the emergency message syndrome and sent it out.

“The Ministry of Technology is investigating a bug with Paradise. For now, all citizens should refrain from logging in. The situation is under control. Please stay tuned for updates.”

He sighed, and prepared to call the Minister of Justice when he received a message. It was from Molly! That shouldn’t be possible. He opened it up. It read,

“Hey Babe, something odd is going on in Paradise. Log on we need to talk.”

‘That doesn’t make sense. Communication from within Paradise was a test feature we never enabled.’

At the same time, that was Molly’s pet name for him. They only used it in private. He wrote back.

“Honey, what’s going on? Are you alright?” he sent a reply. Normally messages from within Paradise don’t send, and none within Paradise are received: instead going into a queue. Yet, he got a reply back.

“Please log in. It’s important. I cannot stress that enough. You want to see me again, right? I need your help with something. I’m in pain. There’s a way out of here I promise, but we need to chat. Don’t leave me alone here!”

Martin’s heart dropped. Something fishy was definitely going on. In the back of his mind, he worried the message system could’ve been hacked. Such a thing would be unheard of. The Paradise code was ironclad. It would have been a historical first. Besides, he couldn’t risk leaving his wife alone when she needed him.

The minister forgot all about calling the Minister of Justice. He swallowed his doubt and buckled himself into his chair.

‘If Darian returns before I’m out, he’ll just assume I’m troubleshooting things.’, thought Martin.

The minister logged into Paradise. He was prepared for something unexpected, but floating in front of a giant-sized navel definitely surprised him. He quickly realized it belonged to a similarly giant and entirely nude woman that stared straight down at him.

Chapter 17: Ransomware

“Finally.” said Delta. “Took you long enough to get here.”

Her voice was feminine, but had a distinctly ‘big’ volume to it. Martin could tell she wanted to sound like herself while conveying power at the same time. It made some sense given that she seemed to be around 200ft tall.

He paid the woman little mind at the moment though, instead looking around to get a hold on his environment: nothing. It was a big and empty realm. The two of them floated in a white void. He couldn’t move around; it was as though he was stuck in zero-g.

“What’s going on? Who are you?” asked Martin.

Delta took her time for a moment. Much as her impatient self hated it, she had to appear as though she held all the cards: that she didn’t need his cooperation. Before Martin, the taut tan tummy lightly moved with her idle breaths twice before she spoke. He used the pause to scan his eyes over the stranger’s body.

“My name’s Delta, and technically we’re in your realm, though I made some changes to help concentrate.”

She went with her real name. Risky, but a power-play. She knew she was on some file somewhere in some government database. Delta didn’t change her body either sans the circuit-patterned hair and yellow-eyes she had in Paradise.

‘Could this woman be responsible for all this? Could she have my wife?’, thought Martin.

“Concentrate? Concentrate on what? And where’s Molly?”, he asked.

“Concentrate on programming a new headclip firmware update of course. Your lovely wife was keeping me company all the while.”

Martin shook his head. “Firmware update, what are you even talking about? Also show me my wife, now!”

Delta wagged her finger on high. “Now then, I don’t think you’re in the position to be giving demands.”

Martin shouted back. “Just cause you’ve found a way to shrink me doesn’t mean you can order me or anyone else-”

Delta interrupted.

“No you’re not shrunk, I’m just big. Hard to tell in a void, but it matters. There’s a distinct difference. If you’re a centiinch tall, my toe could be just as deadly as a particularly large bug. If you’re into vulnerability that’s nice for you, but I’d rather not be on the same threat level as a common home-beetle. Here, let me change the realm back real quick.”

The giant woman’s wrinkled palm moved underneath Martin’s dangling legs. A moment later and the realm reset. A blue sky appeared over head and green grass made a new ground. Another instant later and gravity returned. He fell to the soft warm surface of her palm, and felt a quake as Delta’s bare feet ceased their hovering to thud against the earth. He looked over the edge of her hand and saw a quaint and familiar cabin positioned precariously close to her toes.

This was indeed the joint-realm for him and his wife. She wasn’t lying about Molly. He stood up in her hand.

“Ok ok, you’re big, whatever. Show me my wife. If you hurt her I-”

“Very nice realm you have here Martin.”

Delta moved her foot above the cabin. The structure groaned as her toes pressed at the roof. She moved her foot forward and back to massage her sole against the roof of little virtual home.

“Show me her!” yelled Martin.

Delta waited. She kept pressing at the cabin; he didn’t know Molly wasn’t in there. She waited for that word.

“Please, just let me know she’s ok.”

There it was. Delta pressed down with her foot and flattened the virtual building to splinters. Martin seemed a bit horrified till she spoke.

“Molly’s really a lovely host you know? She made an excellent meal~”

Delta brought Martin close to her stomach. She cupped her palm around him while the other hand’s finger pressed the side of his head to her skin. Among the occasional gurgle, he heard faint screams and fell over backwards in shock.

“W-what? What did you do to her? How did-”

“Ah, you wanted to see her right? Well, take a look~”

Delta willed the area around her tummy to grow translucent. Before Martin's eyes that light-brown skin of the woman turned almost entirely invisible. He saw right through it to the inside of the giant woman’s stomach. Inside that fleshy chamber, coated in acid and covered with burns, was his wife in agony. The wrinkled walls rippled in a churn that knocked her over into a puddle of digestive juices. She let out another screech.

“Molly!”

Martin rushed to Delta’s translucent skin and pounded on it. She giggled.

“Hey, stop that. It tickles. Besides, your little ‘window’ there is only one way.” said the circuit-haired woman. “Not sure if she can hear you too well. Of course, she probably hears me at least~”

Martin was in shock, and Delta took the moment to speak.

“Not sure how freaky you and your wife’s interests are, but speaking on myself I just adore vore. Eating someone alive is just, mmf~ The power aspects of it: to be above people so much as to treat them like food. That’s not even to mention the sadistic appeals. I swallowed her at this size. She was just small enough to be gulped down with ease. You’re wife’s quite the fighter Martin, she squirmed all the way down my throat.”

Delta ran a finger down the front of her neck for emphasis, then continued.

“She kept at it even with a bit of peristalsis broke her kneecaps. Just like that, my throat’s automatic functions--something I don’t even think about--shattered her bones. And of course, few things are more painful than melting alive I imagine. All those sizzling acids searing flesh: simply delightful. Isn’t that right, Molly?”

Delta quickly swayed her hips side to side. The blonde woman visible in her stomach bounced around in the tumult. The motion shook some more drops of digestive juices from the slimy walls onto her head and on the front of her mostly dissolved blouse.

Martin cried out. “Stop! Stop this at once you monster.”

Delta drummed her fingers against her stomach. Inside, Molly looked terrified at the noise. “Monster, that’s another good point. All that undulating flesh: the noises and the fluids. The slimy mucus lining of my throat and gut. I certainly look like one on the inside.

“You horrid little woman, let her out this-”

Delta pressed at Martin’s left leg with her thumb, crushing it. “Ah-ah-ah, don’t call me ‘little’. It can be a bit of a turn off. You feel that, though? That pain? I’ve found a way to make that happen here in Paradise. It should be exactly like the real thing.”

Delta fixed his injury with a thought, and the pain ceased.

“So you’re responsible for all this? Did you find some kind of exploit? Is that how you’ve done all this?”, said Martin.

“Correct. I have complete control over Paradise code. That’s how I sent that message to you--pretending to be your wife. I thought about having her send the message herself, but I was worried you had some sort of code phrases for being in danger. I just tortured her till she gave up your ‘pet names’ for one another and spoofed the sender.”

Martin moved back to Delta’s stomach. His wife was on her last legs in there. She crawled towards the stomach wall and pressed herself against that part of the organ. He watched as her body went limp.

Then, a moment later, she appeared good as new back in Delta’s stomach. As Molly’s whimpers began again, the giant hacker spoke.

“You really shouldn’t have taken so long to answer. I’ve digested her a fair number of times by now. I increased the time-dilation factor as much as I could. An hour out there is 32 in here. You might’ve prevented some future suffering if you arrived earlier.”

She saw the horror build on Martin’s face, and continued speaking.

“Every 2 minutes you wasted was a little over an hour of me waiting with your wife simmering in my gut.”

“Stop this. Stop this and let her go!”, said Martin.

“I’ll treat her a bit better once you help me, Martin.” said Delta.

“What is it you want?”

“Remember that headclip firmware update I was talking about? I want you to distribute it. The Minister of Technology is able to do so unilaterally via a console at the Newer York HQ: I read so in an archive. Major changes should be run by the Council of Representatives first, but that’s not in any way enforced.”

“And what exactly is the contents of this update?” said Martin.

“Does it matter? You should do anything to help the love of your life.”

Before Martin could reply his body fell over in a lurch. Delta rose her hand up to her face. He saw those yellow irised eyes of her staring down at him. Her breath enveloped him with every word.

“You do love her right? I saw your gaze when you first arrived here. While your eyes trailed along my immense form, you hastily glanced past my tits and crotch. You felt guilty ogling another woman. That’s real and true love right there. So, why let her suffer? She’s been through so much pain already. Listen~”

Delta inhaled through her nose then opened her mouth wide to blast him with a humid and lusty gale. The blast of hot air carried more than just the usual, albeit giant, sound. Martin heard in that wind countless screams layered onto each other: pleas, whimpers. They were sounds of suffering, and the voice was unmistakably his wife’s.

Delta slowly closed her lips and gave them a quick lick. She shivered. “Mmm, I saved the data from all the time Molly and I have spent together thus far. That was all of it, layered together. Do you really want her to go through all that some more?”

Martin was livid. Veins pulsed at his neck. He shouted, tie disheveled.

“You won’t get away with this! They’ll kill you. A strike team will-”

Delta clacked her tongue. “Martin, you know how Paradise works. A consciousness isn’t copied on entry, it’s expanded while the body is suppressed.”

That was true.

“I don’t need my body anymore. I’ve discovered a way to store my consciousness in Paradise permanently. Even if you kill me, I’ll still exist here.”

That was a lie, for now at least. It’s why she needed her firmware update distributed.

Martin paused. She could tell he believed it. Delta wore the masks of deceit well. She fooled him just like those two idiots at the convenience store the other real-world day.

He perked up a bit. “The Anniversary shut down! It’s in two days. Paradise will be turned off. We’ll just fix the changes. You’ll be logged out, captured.”

Delta lowered him slowly back towards her stomach. He turned from her bosom. Once back at her ‘stomach-window’, she spoke again.

“You got me there, but that’s two real world days from now. With 32 hours in here being 1 out there, that means I’ll have about 64 days of time in Paradise. That’s more than enough time to break your wife’s mind: to break everyone’s mind.”

“Everyone? What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you. Come on~”

Delta warped with Martin back into the Nexus. She stood in a destroyed and flattened Central Square. The city was still a mess from earlier. He looked down by her feet to all the people frozen and unable to move.

“Don’t you want to help them too, Martin?”, she said. She raised a foot over one of the frozen people and squished him down flat. Martin turned away from the sight, but he still heard the sounds of cracking bones and a crushed body.

The black-haired man turned back when it was over, and squinted to see the faces of fear on the frozen forms ahead and beneath Delta. The circuit-haired woman shot those masses a smile before warping back to the Canmore joint realm.

She held Martin to her stomach with the three of them back in private.

“There could always be an earlier shutdown. People know something’s amiss.”, he said.

Delta rolled her eyes. “We both know any shutdown needs majority approval from the Council of Representatives. That’s impossible with over half of them stuck in here.”

Martin knew she was right about the law there. The shutdown terminal didn’t activate without prior approval. He shook his head side to side.

“No, I can’t. I can’t give you more control. I don’t know what’s in that update, but it can’t be good for the United State of Humanity. I have a civic duty as a Minister.”

Delta did a mock pout. “Awww~” she tapped her stomach again. By now Molly was thoroughly soaked in acids. Her dress had begun to tore; the blonde’s skin was red. Once again, her bunned hair slipped free and scraggled by her neck, soaked wet with slime and juices.

“Did you hear that Molly? Martin’s too busy at work to help you? Guess you have to *suffer*”

Martin gasped as he saw tentacles latch out from the walls of Delta’s stomach. They ensnared his wife and pulled her against the fleshy walls. Mucus splashed as one of the appendages slipped down his wife’s throat. He saw her thrash in intense pain.

“Stop!” yelled Martin.

“Tragically I can’t control your wife’s senses, or alter her mind. Bodies, however, are in my purview. I don’t need to set her pain levels to max when I can just whip up a special enzyme to do so.”

His wife started to get cocooned up against Delta’s stomach wall. The mucus of the gut pooled over the blonde to encase her in a transparent shell of sorts. It filled with a yellow liquid, and he saw his wife’s skin begin to blister and crack beneath it. She couldn’t even scream with the appendage down her throat.

Delta continued. “A human could go their entire lives without experiencing even a fraction of that level of pain. I’m just a woman who wants to live out my fantasies. She doesn’t need to spend two whole months like this.”

Delta’s tone went stern.

“But, I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want, do you understand? You can bring her relief Martin. Just promise to distribute my custom firmware.”

Martin screamed. “Alright! Alright I’ll do it, but you have to let her out of there.”

Delta smirked.

“No.”

“What?!? Then why would I help you?”

“I’ll keep her like this till the deed’s done. If you knew she was safe in here, you might change your mind and decide to wait things out. If you know she’s in a constant state of intense pain, you’ll act fast. You’ll need a timer to keep you focused. Keep you away from doubts.”

“You evil woman.” said Martin. She seemed to enjoy that and let out some curt pleased utterance.

“Mmf, you know I’m right though.”, she said.

Delta smirked, then continued. “So, accept my update and I’ll let you back out. I’ll know when it’s done and you and your wife can hold each other again.”

“Do you promise?”, said Martin.

“Sure.”, said Delta.

Martin got a prompt on his Holodisplay. He realized he no longer had a special status in Paradise, but his mind was far from the exploit details. He saw the prompt for a file transfer and hit accept. Delta noticed and spoke.

“The firmware code is encrypted, and will self-decrypt when stuck in the distribution terminal. I don’t expect errors, but if something goes wrong you can always log back in to chat with me.” said Delta. She smirked.

The transfer completed, and Martin saw Molly disappear from view as Delta willed her flesh back to its normal opaque-self. She slipped her palm from beneath Martin, and he floated instead of falling. She crouched down to his level.

“You better act fast Martin. Every minute out there is a long time in here.”

The minister grit his teeth. She winked and logged him out of Paradise.

Delta exhaled. If everything went as expected, then all she had to do now was wait.

Chapter 18: Update

Martin woke up back in his office and quickly unbuckled his chair belt. He ran to the door and entered the main floor. While moving towards the elevator, he checked the time on his holodisplay.

About a minute had passed. Maybe less. He talked to that Delta for much longer, so she was telling the truth about that time dilation business.

The distribution terminal was on its own floor where the headclip team worked. As the elevator rose up, he got a video-call request. It was from the Minister of Justice herself. Martin knew she wouldn’t stop calling till he answered. On the holodisplay open to his front, he saw the older-aged dark-skinned woman in her blue blazer.

“Martin”, she said.

“Ronda”, he said.

The Minister of Justice was the kind of person to get straight to the point and now was no exception.

“I couldn’t help but notice a nationwide alert to avoid Paradise. Is this something I should be aware of? If there’s any sort of hacking going on then my department needs to be aware.”, she said.

Martin paused. Was it wise to reveal this info? Delta said she’d be able to stay inside even if her body was killed. Yet, it couldn’t hurt for the Justice Ministry to know then, could it? Could Delta tell if it happened? What would she do to Molly and the others then?

Ronda saw the sweat form on Martin’s brow.

“Martin, who did you talk to?” she said.

He stalled.

“Martin!” she yelled out.

“Delta! She said her name was Delta. Some hacker found an exploit or something. I’m dealing with it-”

Ronda had already pulled up a search of people with that name and pushed a list of them to Martin’s holodisplay.

“I assume you saw her. Pick.”

Martin scrolled through the list and saw her picture. Her hair was black, eyes brown, but the face was the same. He highlighted the entry.

“That’s her? You sure?” asked Ronda.

“Yes. But what are you going to do?”

“That’s the business of my department, but needless to say Paradise is a national asset where such fiddling can’t be tolerated. I trust you’re dealing with the technology issue on your end right now?”

The elevator dinged to a stop.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The call ended.

Martin stepped out.

--==--==--==--

Delta walked alongside the Canmore’s shared realm. Inside her stomach, Molly was wrapped in that cocoon construct she made. She had a lot of time before Martin could distribute the firmware update. Hours.

Molly was in agony of course. Delta made good on her word. The slime pod in her stomach digested the blonde over and over. It was by far her most excruciating form of torment yet, but she couldn’t even enjoy herself with it.

The tan titaness paced around the private realm. Her feet dug into the grass with every step, and the resulting vibration under soles went almost entirely unappreciated.

Doubts ran through her mind.

‘The amount of people entering Paradise slowed to a near stop. There must’ve been an announcement. Martin might not go through with it.’

Molly was stuck in that lit stomach. The encapsulating construct of Delta’s flesh was filled with stinging, melting fluids and tendrils wrapping about her body. The cruel appendages squeezed her tight, over and over, as Delta used her melting body as a stress squeeze-toy of sorts.

The tentacle down Molly’s throat stymied her screams and stung at her insides. It was hard for her to think much of anything at all under the constant barrage of agony.

Even that wasn’t enough for Delta. She needed another victim, someone else to prove her superiority with. She teleported in some random guy from the Nexus. Still frozen, he found himself in her grip as her fingers broke him every which way: another stress toy for her. When he died, he respawned back in the Nexus while she warped another random soul in at the same time.

‘Of course he’ll do it. Martin saw what I can do. He couldn’t possibly leave her likes this.’, thought Delta.

--==--==--==--

Criminality was rare in the United State of Humanity. Paradise and other things kept people occupied. Life was good within the country for everyone. Even the poorer citizens never had to worry about food or entertainment. Yet, when needed, the Ministry of Justice could act swift and decisively.

A team of 4 was dispatched towards Delta’s apartment in Newer York City by orders of Ronda herself. Each one carried a rifle and wore light-gray tactical uniforms and helmets. Bob, the drone doorman, was shoved aside and they checked the rooms.

Since Delta owned the entire building, she never specified a room number for mail and thus they had to check each and every one. Their orders were to terminate the target.

Ronda didn’t know too much about technology, but anyone who could hack Paradise, however much, marked an existential threat to the nation.

--==--==--==--

Headclip R&D floor was empty when Martin got there. They all had the day off so no one was around to question him as he went towards a special room at the back. The security guards there stepped aside as Martin told them he needed to distribute an emergency patch to deal with the matter.

He went into the room and the doors shut behind him as always. The glass was one way, so no one could see the gray suited man as he approached a lone and complex looking terminal.

Martin walked to the special computer and interfaced with it. It recognized his status and gave him all access. With a thought command he started the update process. He was prompted to select the firmware package from his headclip data storage and hesitated.

‘Should I really do this? Can that hacker’s promise really be enforced? I could be condemning everyone inside to an even worse fate. Who knows what’s in this file?’

Then his thoughts slipped to Molly, of seeing his beloved wife writhing in an acidic pit of flesh: treated like food. He couldn’t let her go through that. If there was even a chance of lessening her suffering, it was worth putting the nation at risk.

‘What’s the worst that can happen. She’s just one woman. Whatever this is we can figure out a way to stop it. I just need to get Molly out of there. Anything for that.’

Martin started the upload. The file left his headclip and went into the terminal. A progress bar showed up and slowly tricked up. 5%, 6%, 10%. The process of updating the headclips was very delicate and involved setting things up so it all went out to everyone at once.

15%... 30%... 50%...

--==--==--==--

The Justice Response team kept checking rooms. All were locked and had to be kicked open. Each time the rooms were empty. No furniture, no lights, no nothing.

--==--==--==--

Martin watched the bar go up. Sweat dripped form his brow.

‘Am I doing the right thing?’

60%... 80%...

--==--==--==--

The Justice Response team kicked in the next door. Unlike the others, it was double locked and resisted the kicks of the team lead at first.

Eventually, the door tore off its hinges and they went in.

--==--==--==--

90%... 99%

--==--==--==--

The team saw the target. Delta’s shoeless body was buckled in her computer chair, still wearing her green shorts and yellow shirt. Clothes were scattered in two piles by a mattress.

The team lead raised her rifle to take the shot.

--==--==--==--

100%

--==--==--==--

The tactical team slumped to the ground. Martin too. Ronda. Darian. Silver-seeder pilots. Shoppers. Even those outside the country at overseas computer farms and the glacier works were affected. Everyone everywhere went limp. Their headclip LEDs glowed a constant yellow.

Delta’s favorite color.

Chapter 19: Patch

Martin found himself back in his joint realm before a 200ft Delta. He stood smack dab in her palm. The tan woman had a wide smile on her face. Her jubilation was sky high. He had a feeling that anything that made the woman this happy was extremely bad news for everyone else.

She focused on him with her yellow-irised eyes.

“Excellent work with the update Martin. I’m happy you went through with it, exactly per my expectations. With it now live, my control over Paradise and everyone in it has become absolute.”

Martin shook aside the implications of that. His mind was on one thing.

“Where’s Molly?” he barked.

“Oh, of course. I did say you could hold each other, didn’t I?~”

Delta moved Martin towards her mouth. Her throat made some grotesque noise as she horked Molly up onto her tongue. Delta pinched Molly out and plopped the woman on top of Martin in her hand. The minister’s sharply-dressed attire got coated in slime and other fluids as Molly splashed down atop him.

Molly’s clothes were absent, having melted away by now. Her hair was gone too, save a few rigid blonde strands. Martin reached out to catch his wife as she fell, but she let out a piercing scream as what little flesh she had left sloughed off at his touch.

Martin reached out to touch Molly as she laid on the surface of Delta’s palm, but hesitated as as he saw his wife wince in pain at the bit of air currents he moved about. She looked up at him. Her blue eyes met his brown before he saw the life flow out of them. Tears welled in Martin’s eyes.

Then, a few moments later, Molly respawned right next to him, good as new. Above, Delta laughed.

“What a touching tale, two lovers reunited at last. You didn’t think I wouldn’t respawn her as I have been, did you? What a waste of a toy that’d be.”

Martin hugged Molly tight, and got her clean self coated in slime again from his suit. Delta chuckled before cleaning them and her palm off. She brought her finger down to pry the lovers apart.

“That’s enough of that now.”

Martin and Molly smiled at one another, then frowned, then smiled again. Tears were in their eyes as the variety of emotions went through them. There wasn’t much time to rejoice though. Martin tried to figure out what exactly he had enabled.

“Wait, what do you mean your control has become absolute?”

Delta smirked. “I’m completely integrated not just with Paradise now, but headclips entirely. You know, I’m curious about something. What were you doing with those integration features I found in the code? Was that intended for everyone, or were you planning something yourself.”

Martin realized what she was referring to. “That was something in development, but if you found it that means you must’ve got our debug GODMODE status somehow.”

A look of realization dawned on him as he figured out that was key to her access. Delta smiled wide as she saw the realization form. Of course, he didn’t know how she got such a status in the first place, but dread washed over him as he realized the team’s methods of live debugging had backfired severely to lead up to this.

He refocused. “There was nothing sinister about it. It was intended to be available to everyone once done. It’d help streamline creativity if people needed less effort to design things and could better communicate with the Wish-Interpreter. Of course, there were concerns from the Council of Representatives it could hurt the Paradise item and fashion economy by lowering bars to entry, but those were dismissed by majority vote.”

Delta rested her head on her free hand as she stood tall in the realm.

“I see, and what about the time-dilation feature? Why was it set to only two hours for one, and why have a firmware limit in the headclips themselves?”

Martin answered.

“Considering you hacked Paradise, surely you know the time-dilation feature translates to a vast increase in computational complexity: exponential, even. That’s what the firmware limit was for, we didn’t want to accidentally set the value too high during testing and destabilize a Paradise test instance or, worse, the real thing if ever testing live for some reason.”

He continued.

“The two hour choice was the Council of Representatives doing. The concern was that people would neglect the real world in favor of Paradise. Aside from more complexity concerns, that’s also why there’s resistance towards uploading the consciousnesses of the dead into Paradise. Who would want to ever leave Paradise if it’s the only way they could see their dead spouse?”

Delta asked another question. “And do you know where all the deceased people’s headclips are stored?”

Martin shook his head. “Not even I know. No one does, not even the Council Members. When someone dies, their headclip is removed by drones which take it somewhere. A long time ago it was decided where, but never recorded. Consequently, only the computer farm cores would have that info, so don’t think you can get more victims out of me!”

Delta smiled despite his attitude there. “Good, I’m pleased you didn’t lie about any of that.”

“Wait, what?” asked Martin.

‘Wait, can she see into my mind?’, he thought.

“Yes.” replied Delta, allowed.

“Then, why ask me anything?” he asked.

“Whether you’d be honest was what I was curious about. But don’t worry, reading minds all the time can take the fun out of things, I imagine. I might take breaks from it. In any case, no longer will I be limited here in Paradise. I can do anything, make anything, control anyone!”

She laughed and Martin shuddered. What she said about the headclips must’ve been true if she could read people’s minds. This 20 year old woman, toying with everyone forever; it’d be a horrible fate. He spoke up.

“Look, you got all the control you wanted, but why torment us with it? Why not use your mastery of Paradise to let everyone have their own realms to ‘play god’ in? You could even be the sole special status for Paradise, no one would care if you left them alone.”

Delta giggled and gave the minister a patronizing pat on the head. The pad of her tree-trunk-thick finger knocked him over.

“How naive you are Martin. I’m impressed you secured such a high ranking and cerebral career while being the type to ask dumb questions like that. Simply put, if everyone has that power than what’s special about me? The fact that its mine and mine alone makes it all the more enjoyable. Besides, AI-driven humans don’t have the same oomph to them: the same realness. They aren’t nearly as satisfying to have in my hand as real sapient human minds: like you two~”

Martin and Molly felt chills down their spine. The blonde woman spoke up.

“That’s not right though! It’s highly immoral. Even if less than satisfactory it’s atrocious to-”

Delta just burst into a roar of laughter.

“Stop, please, it’s too funny. Spare me any moral argument and save yourselves the trouble of trying to analyze any sort of philosophy of mine. Simply put, I do what I please. The thoughts and concerns of my playthings doesn’t concern me. In fact, you all not enjoying it makes it all the better for me!”

Delta continued.

“It’s just like when I digested you over and over Molly, all your screams and ineffectual thrashings had me all warmed up. Would you like to tell your husband how much I got myself off while you were inside my stomach? Can you even remember, or did it all blend together? We spent a good deal of time together Martin, waiting for you to finish my bidding.”

Molly frowned to Martin. The two suppressed an angry insult on their end, thinking it unwise. She seemed satisfied at that, probably peeking at their minds.

“Such fine bidding you did Martin, but you still messed up. You ratted me out. You didn’t know at the time, but the Justice Minister sent a strike team after me.”

She held up her hand and pinched her fingers real tight without touching.

“They were this close, near infinitesimally close to killing my body. It’s a good thing you believed that wouldn’t take me out of the Nexus~”

“What?!?” shouted Martin. “You mean-”

“That’s right, I was bluffing. The government could’ve ended everything, prevented the coming future if only my body died. Sometimes the simplest solution is best. Assassinations were a big part of the old history after all. If you think about it, the Great Misstep was just the older USH, the USA, assassinating every other nation. There’s some analogues there, too. Our predecessors did what they did to secure their standard of living, and you uploaded my update for the *hope* of keeping the love of your life safe. The *hope* of everything going back to normal.”

Delta continued. “Well, consider the knowledge of that your punishment for letting my name slip. I can see on your face how it eats at you, to have enabled my ascension to a cyber god.”

Martin looked positively forlorn. “No, no...”

“You should be happy.” chimed in Delta. “After all, it’s far less suffering than what I did to those Ministry of Justice people. Take a look.”

Delta summoned a glass jar in her free hand and moved the couple towards its exterior. Inside were thousands of men and women stuck in the container as a firestorm whipped around them. The tactical team sent to get her was in there, and Martin saw Ronda herself too. They burnt up only to spawn right back in the never-ending inferno. His heart sunk when he saw Linnie, too: Ronda’s wife.

“Wait, are you punishing spouses? I know for a fact Ronda’s didn’t even work at the Justice Ministry.”, said Martin.

“Not just spouses, but best friends as well. Every single employee’s in there too.”, said Delta.

“But why?”, said Martin.

“The labor they granted the ministry was tacit support of their acts. To accept their wages or even just associate enough with an employee made that clear with their actions. They may not have agreed with assassinations or the like, but it clearly wasn’t a ‘deal-breaker’ for them.”

Martin spoke. “But I saw the lobby greeter in there. How could he know about what the Ministry of Justice tried to do to you? That was probably top-secret and a spur-of-the-moment order.”

“Most of them didn’t know, but that’s hardly my problem. People should learn to think before every action if it’d upset me or not. They’re learning the hard way right now.”, she replied.

Delta smiled all throughout her words. She tossed the big glass bottle in the air, snapped her fingers, and they teleported out somewhere: presumably for the punishment to continue. She spoke again.

“Don’t worry about them too much Martin. You know, in some way you’ve come out with a gift from all this. By distributing my custom firmware, you get to join all the others in being a victim.”

“What?”, he said. “How is that a benefit?”

Delta brought the two up to her mouth now. Her breath washed over Martin and Molly. She enjoyed seeing their hair flutter from her talking’s trivial side effects.

“Think about it Martin, you have a sense of powerlessness now to cling to as you suffer. Ask your wife about it, she’s familiar with it. I’m unstoppable now, so there’s no need to feel like there’s anything you need to do against me, or to make your situation better. It’s all in my control. Sure, it’s cause your actions let me take control of every single active headclip out there, though. In any case I’m sure the weight of your regrets is easier to bear than responsibility. Perhaps I don’t know though, as I don’t really make mistakes myself~”

Delta laughed, then continued.

“You need not concern yourself with managing the nation’s public technologies anymore. I’ll be taking over headclip and Paradise development from now on. In fact, I’m coding up some exciting new things I as I speak Martin.”

The man seemed incredulous.

“What? But, how can you do that while talking to us?”

Delta grinned wide. “You don’t understand yet? I’ve already surpassed human limitations. I’ve integrated myself far beyond what your test features ever enabled. I always knew I was smart, but now, I’m something of a super-intelligence already.”

“What do you even mean by that?” said Martin.

“Oh you’ll see. I have an announcement of my own to make at the Nexus. Two announcements in one day, how exciting. But first, I’ve a little present to give you. None of this would’ve been possible without you being so easily manipulated: just like a puppet. After all, what are heartstrings if not the strings of a marionette?”

Delta paused to drink in the indignant expressions of the two in her palm, then continued.

“I’m sure you’ve programmed at least a little to have gotten your job title. You should know that exploitable bits of code need fixing: a patch. That’s what I’ll do to you and Molly. I’ll make you forget all your affections for one another. I’ll tweak your memories so you remember as much as possible without recalling a hint about each other. Of course, I’ll also make sure to modify the memories of everyone who knew you two were associated while I’m at it. This way, you can’t simply be reminded of your history by a friend or the like.”

Martin and Molly went pale. Molly shouted. “No, don’t! Please, we’ll do anything!”

Martin continued. “Please, anything but that!”

“It’s for the best. I’ll demonstrate. Here, watch carefully, Molly.”

Delta pinched up Martin and held her in front of the blond woman in her palm. At the coder’s scale he was scarcely two inches in height if even. It was trivial to for her to snap him in half with a flex of her fingers. Molly screamed.

“See?”, began Delta. “Imagine seeing that and instead of thinking ‘no, not my love, please, stop!’ you instead think ‘wew, glad that wasn’t me’. Or, perhaps, the standard ‘oh no, how horrifying!’ All improvements don’t you think?”

Martin’s guts fell to the ground by Delta’s toes: she wouldn’t let his innards besmirch her feet even if they landed right on them, of course. He respawned back on Delta’s hand.

“I don’t want that though. I don’t want to lose my love for her! You can’t just erase everyone’s love for one another. We don't want your gift.”, said Martin.

Delta furrowed her brow. “You think I care your thoughts on the matter? I’m not erasing the love from all couples, just you two. Like I said, I consider it a blessing of sorts. Do you think I’m going to give you special treatment when I select random people for my fun? You could be separated for years at a time in my new reality.”

She scoffed, then continued.

“To even think about refusing my gift is rude. Besides, both of you look so fetching for your age. Hard to believe you’re both 32~”

She moved the duo even closer to her lips. She studied them beneath a lusty gaze. Her breath washed over the pair before settling on Martin. “Especially you Martin, what a catch you are. A real hunk. A meaty slab of handsome man~”

Delta stuck out her tongue and draped it across his front, coating him in a thin layer of her spit. When she withdrew the muscle, she did so in a way calculated to splash Molly at his side.

Martin’s heart was racing. Dread overpowered all other emotions sans panic. He tried to send Molly a message to read later, one that could remind her of who he was.

“W-wait. Delta, why can’t I open my holodisplay.”

“Ah you’re not alone there. No one but me should be able to do that anymore. Like I said, I’ve made lots of changes to Paradise already. You’ll learn more in my announcement, which I think we’ll get to real soon~”

“Please, don’t do this!” shouted Molly.

Martin reached out to hug his wife.

“I’m so sorry Molly.”

Molly ran her fingers through his short black hair. Their foreheads touched.

“It’s alright, I would've done the same in your shoes. I love you Martin, I don’t blame-”

Delta interrupted with a clench of her fingers. The couple was crushed to a bloody mess that sifted through the spaces between her fingers. The mess disappeared with a thought.

‘Those idiots took forever. How exhausting. I shouldn’t be giving these insignificant toys so much of my attention anyways. The future is all about me~’

--==--==--==--

Martin and Molly respawned out in the Nexus. The city had since been refreshed and renewed by then. Martin noticed everyone regaining the ability to move. They turned to each other, and Molly got knocked over by some panicking man running nearby. Martin walked over to help her up.

“Hey, are you alright?” he said.

“Yes, as much as anyone else. I was tortured by her. I can’t remember why though. Why would anyone be given that treatment. I was inside her gut. I was inside that monstrous woman. Did you see her yourself?”

Martin paused. He had a solemn look on his face. “Yes, I’m afraid I ended up helping her even. I just don’t why. Why would I do such a foolish thing?”

Molly shrugged. “Well, we’re here with all the others now.”

Martin sighed. “I suppose so. Say, what’s your name?”

“Molly, Yours?”

“Martin.”

A tremendous rumble shook the city. The two strangers looked up with everyone else as that tan woman appeared looming over the entire city

She was beyond immense.

Chapter 20: Zero-day

Delta warped into the Nexus realm at a size well over 100 miles. Her tan feet planted themselves squarely on either side to the front of the city. Each shift of her weight, however slight, sent a tremor through the whole metropolis. If the laws of physics worked normally here, that alone would level the city. She didn’t want that though, she wanted it intact for her grand reintroduction. She bent physics to her will. Nothing in Paradise was beyond it now.

Nexus was little more than a patch of color to her: mostly gray. A normal woman at her height wouldn't have been able to make anything out, but Delta was far from normal. She saw every scurrying speck of humanity in full detail as they ran through alleyways or trembled beneath her immense form. She also did more than see it: she felt it. She just knew where they all were. Her relationship with Paradise was simply that thorough. The reality was simply and truly hers.

Of course, the people down below had difficulties taking in her immense figure. She latched onto at least some senses of the people below, and knew they saw her utterly gigantic form as little more than an expanse of skin in some locations. In others, they could make out a part at least. Those on the edge could see her toes towering over the basic greenery outside the realm; no one normally left the Nexus, so the surrounding terrain was fairly low quality and not detailed. Others more in the middle of the city could look up and see her hairless snatch looming directly above them.

Delta wanted them to take in her form in all its glory, so at once every screen in the virtual city filled with a perspective of her. She found that better than just beaming in her image to their minds. The young woman wasn’t in the mood to share a taste of her power, even if self-serving. Such enhanced senses were just hers for now. It’d make her announcement all the more fitting.

The screens were everywhere of course. They dotted every major store and there was at least one on each block. Many people stopped to look at them if only to take in the awesome horror of her being. Those yellow eyes gazed from far above. Her shoulder-near hair was alive in its custom pattern: yellow lines bending here and there among the more plentiful green strands. It was an obvious circuit-inspired design. She was stark naked, and there wasn’t a hint of shame on her expression or in her posture. Her hands rested squarely on her hips.

Delta opened her mouth to speak. Again, as before, she worked the rules of her reality to make herself intelligible. Her voice sounded the same albeit with a big thoom to it. It rattled the bones of the people below without bursting their ears or buildings.

“I’m sure many of you know me by now, at least my face as I ravaged this virtual realm earlier. Others of you are new, pulled in recently--at least with respect to the outside world. You see, through a genius plan of mine I’ve made myself totally and completely unassailable. So, at last an introduction is in order.”

The titanic woman smiled.

“My name is Delta, and this realm--all of Paradise--is mine. As are all of you. I’ve pulled each and every living human into this simulated reality. You might have noticed you can’t pull up holodisplays anymore, or log out, or even teleport around the city. In fact, I bet you feel pretty normal despite being in our beloved simulated reality. That’s all me and my doing. You’re all my playthings now: my little scurrying toys.”

Delta laughed while people took the announcement in.

“I’ve seized control over all active headclips in the real world which, as of now, is of no concern to you. You’ll never, ever get to go back. Even if my body dies, or yours. I’ve seen to it. Good toys stay in their box after all, right?”

She drank in the despair. It ran across all those billions of lesser minds below her.

“Your very consciousness is mine to peruse. Even now I can sense your fear, your rage and even the occasional bit of envy. Ooh that last emotion is so sweet. I have this power, and you never will. Stings, doesn’t it?~”

She trailed some fingers by her crotch for a moment before bringing them back.

‘Soon’, she told herself.

“But, I can do so much more than merely read your minds. Your very existence is data to me which I can modify at will. Don’t worry, I always keep backups of the original safe and sound, but let me demonstrate with my first act as your new ruler. As I said before, my name is Delta. That’s not the most common name, but I don’t like the idea of any of you lesser beings sharing it. So, let me fix that real quick~”

She lifted her fingers and snapped. A shockwave rang out over the city: it damaged nothing. Theatrics of course, as the real work was done with a thought.

There were thousands of women with the name ‘Delta’ aside from the titanic circuit-haired gal, and they were all assigned random names. Their memories shifted so that every instance of hearing, or mind-typing, or even knowing their name ‘Delta’ became something else. Gerda, Coleen: whatever really, the true Delta just pulled names randomly from a list. Additionally, everyone who ever knew those people also had their memories modified.

As an added kick, the cyber god let them know they *used* to be named Delta, and that the memories they had were twisted. Still, it didn’t matter. Their new moniker was so pervasive by now it’d feel strange to go back to it out of spite for the titanic tan monster above them. Of course, they figured it’d be unwise to do anything towards her out of spite regardless.

“There, just like that I’ve taken my name back. Also, one more thing. I’m sure you’ve noticed my hair and eyes. I think my design is great, don’t you? It’s nice that Paradise let people tweak the colors of those features and make all sorts of patterns, but none of you should feel special. You aren’t, after all. You’re all equally my possessions: my playthings. I’ll fix that as well~”

Delta snapped her fingers again and anyone who had a unique hair color or pattern got it reverted to their real-world styles and shades. The same happened to any eye colors as well. Delta’s clean short finger and toe nails were unmodified, for now, but if anyone had a special pattern or color there it, too, went away. She even changed their clothes back to their real-world garbs. All across the Nexus, every member of her new reality suddenly got more plain and normal looking.

“There we go. I’m the only one worth such privileges, after all.”

Delta giggled again. A good many people didn’t like losing their cosmetic qualities. It made for more despair to titillate her mind with.

The people had a moment to take in their new and more mundane appearance before she spoke again.

“Don’t worry though, there’s a benefit to existing in my new paradise: time. I’ve in addition to Paradise, I’ve integrated myself with every single active headclip. All the computational resources of those wonderful little chips in everyone’s real-world skulls are under my control now. That shouldn’t matter right? After all, I don’t think any of you need your headclip bound personal computer. Like I said, none of you are *ever* getting out.”

Delta scanned the city for the various weepings and wailings. More testaments to her power.

“That alone has allowed me to amp up the time-dilation factor a whole bunch, but there’s even more. Not all of you are too computer-savvy I’m sure: very dumb of you, considering the power it got me. Well, the way Paradise works, the way most every program in our world works is to dynamically utilize storage and processing power from the USH computer farms built on the graveyards of the ‘old nations’. So, things like transit services, delivery drone pathing, city bus auto-pilots all use it.”

Delta grinned and continued.

“Well, since your bodies are all limp and useless out there, the demand for the services has dropped to 0. The computer farm cores are smart in their scheduling and allocation. From the perspective of those systems, you are all in Paradise. If you’re in our beloved simulated reality, then you can’t possibly need to ride a hyper rail or a bus, nor order anything. So, all those computational resources were freed for Paradise to utilize: for *me* to use.”

Delta scanned the world’s population below her once more to see how many understood her explanation. Those that didn’t would learn in due time she was sure.

“So, I’m very happy to announce an increase to the time-dilation feature. Going forward, one full year in this simulated reality corresponds to a one hour outside. Isn’t that amazing? To put that into perspective for you simpletons below, that means a single minute outside is 6 days time in here.”

Delta felt waves of dread cascade through the people. The sentiment spread like dots fanning outwards from one person to many others, with pinpricks of realization appearing all the while as everything began to sink in.

“The Council of Representatives feared this kind of development. The USH government didn’t want people to be able to spend all their time in a simulated reality. They didn’t want people to explore all their fantasies. Well, they aren’t in charge anymore. I am~”

Delta wiggled one of her toes and a quake rocked the city. Nothing broke, though many people fell right over.

“Did you feel that? Such a minor movement of me creates ripples through your very body. Get used to it. All the extra time you have will be spent serving me of course: at least in an abstract sense. You see, you exist to entertain me and help with my fantasies. Many of you are new here, so let me share my fantasies with you again~”

The ground trembled as Delta raised her right foot up off the ground. The Nexus screens showed her from various angles as usual, and most were centered on the area around that foot. The ground roared as ped rose. Bits of dirt and debris fell clean from it into the massive miles long footprint she left behind. The wind wooshed as her sole moved over the city. Delta’s heel settled just outside the city bounds to create an immense crater.

Everyone looked up at the underside of that light-brown foot. The lighter skin of her sole replaced the view of the virtual blue sky. She spoke again.

“In many ways my interests are simple. Power and size. They go together well. Throughout history there have been many iconographies of gods looming over cities, and for good reason. What is better proof of one’s superiority over humans than literally looming over them in mass? Naked and unabashed? Similarly, power is infused into every single action of mine as a giant. Case in point, look up if you aren’t already~”

Most people were of course fixated on the woman’s ped. It was by far the most significant thing in their city at the moment sans the giant woman herself. The entire city was under its canopy of flesh, as Delta herself seemed to be well over 100 miles in height.

“That’s my foot of course. It’s the lowest part of my body, and you’re all beneath it. The entire city is. A single one of my toes could squash countless thousands of you as I am now~”

She wiggled her toes above them. The digits cascaded in movements that whipped up more storms and the like.

“That is how powerful I am, to cast a city in my step. Another wonderful part of my foot is how sensitive it is. The soles of my feet were made to feel things after all, and my senses have only grown more acute since taking my place as this reality’s ruler. It is no wonder so many gods of histories had worshipers bow at their feet: that is a nice spot for humans, beneath the lowest part of their betters. But, I don’t want you to bow--at least not yet. I want you to squish, to be crushed, and what I want happens~”

“How’s this for a Great Misstep?~” she said, chuckling.

Delta began to lower her foot slowly over the Nexus. The angle between her foot and the ground slowly began to shrink as she pivoted her ped towards the city. People began to panic. They ran around, shoving one another as primitive instincts kicked in even within a virtual world. As the city trembled with every minute shift of the woman’s foot downwards, she continued to speak. Her voice had a purr to it now, and she trailed a hand at the side of her hips.

“You cannot, and will never, be able to experience how good it feels to have all of humanity run beneath your shadow. The raw power I wield now is exhilarating.”

Her fingers tickled at her naked side.

“Titillating. I can appreciate it so much better now too. Every twinge of anger or fear is mine to savor. I can see all of you scurrying beneath me. I can feel each and every pathetic step you make on the ground. One of yours is worth but a mere fraction of mine--if even.”

Those on the edge of the city tried to run out: to where, they didn’t know. However, reaching the border of the city had them bump into an invisible wall. The entire metropolis was encased in such a force-field. Her foot could pass through it, but not them of course.

As the sole of that all encompassing foot grew closer, many people tried to look away. It proved a difficult task. Not only did all the screens show their impending doom in all its detail, but every reflective surface did. The water of city fountains showed side views of her descending foot, or of a single toe positioned over countless blocks, wiggling in anticipation. There was no comfort to be found with loved ones either. Lovers looked to one another for comfort in this horrific moment, only to see Delta’s smug smile in the very reflection of each other’s eyes!

The bare sole hit the buildings now. They crumbled on contact.

“How brittle all these things are. Not even your grandest designs can stand up to my power~”, said Delta in her booming voice.

The falling concrete and steel from the structures rained down from above. Millions of people were caught up in it, trapped under buildings. Their bodies felt the pain of broken bones and innumerable bruises. Many, even, felt as though they had been crushed outright. Yet, paradoxically, their bodies were still intact and alive buried beneath that rubble. She wanted them for now, it’d seem.

Delta was alight with bliss. This was it, one of the ultimate displays of power and she was doing it! Her dreams, her fantasies, were coming true. She felt the last of the buildings crumble beneath her sole. Everyone was snug against her foot, wriggling and squirming as she held it atop them with an almost-impossible precision: just enough pressure to avoid popping them.

Her voice was suffused with lust.

“Mmf, there you are all. Each and every human on Earth, stuck under my sole. Right where you belong. Is there there better proof of my superiority over you all than *this*? It’s sublime in so many ways: the symbolism, the concept, the sense of power and the raw *feeling* of it all.”

She let out a coo and the realm rumbled. Her voice grew quicker. Very carefully, she shifted her foot side to side. She used her powers and calculations to make sure she didn’t crush out a single one just yet.

“You can feel my body-heat: I know you can. I know you’re all stuck against my soft, warm skin. I can feel thousands of you squirm in the wrinkles of my foot: in each and every whorl my toe. It’s just, mmf~”

Her smile grew. “And it’ll feel even better once I step all the way down~”

Howling wails echoed out from all beneath her foot. Each and every member of humanity was stuck here in some form of pain or another. Their bodies were already on the verge of bursting, but then she stepped down even more. Now, damage happened. Their bodies tore open in lacerations. They felt their bones shatter in just a moment. She finished the step in what must have been an instant, but the pain stayed longer.

Delta felt each and every body burst beneath her. The minute indents that made up her toe prints and sole-wrinkles flattened out just enough in the step to take care of the people stuck within. She let out a rumbling grunt of sorts as the blissful step finished. Her toes curled into the remains of Nexus city. She felt entire blocks snuff out beneath a pinky toe.

Under her foot, the consciousness minds still suffered. She let them exist in the fine red stain their bodies had now become. She wasn’t done drinking in this moment yet: this power. It was hers. After a few more excruciating seconds, she lifted her foot up and admired the mark she had made. The Nexus was gone, what was left was a giant crater in the shape of her foot.

She snapped her fingers and everyone respawned in it. She looked at them with her yellow gaze and a smug smirk. Her foot rose up in the air and stomped them out yet again far faster than they had time to react. Another coo rocked the realm.

Delta though this better than propping one’s foot up on a table with a city. So much better.

After another giggle, the tan woman snapped her fingers. The Nexus city reformed, and everyone was back in it, crowded around Central Square. Delta still stood outside the city, still naked, but at a more ‘reasonable’ scale of a few miles in height. As everyone got their bearings once again, she spoke.

“Do you understand your place now? You’re nothing but playthings, tools for my satisfaction. Do you understand how above you all I am? I can snuff you all out with a step: over and over. I can do anything in here. I’m no mere woman anymore. Behold~”

The screens showed the contents of Delta’s palm. Wandering on that expanse of skin was a young woman with amber eyes and hair; an older woman, late 40s, with platinum blonde hair interspersed with gray locks; lastly, there was a mid 30s man with brown beady eyes and a same-shaded comb-over.

“Back when I was stuck in the real world for much of my days, I’ve accumulated a fair share of grudges and vendettas. When people encounter someone better its only natural to get jealous after all. These three eluded me till now by chance. With just a thought, I can dish out justice as *I* see fit. Observe~

The screens showed it all. The young blonde woman, Leslie as Delta knew her, turned into a horrific flesh-slug of some kind. The expression on Delta’s old college colleague was that of intense pain, yet the new grotesque form of Leslie’s lacked even a nose to breath, let alone a mouth to scream. People wondered what someone could do to earn such a fate.

Delta’s gaze fell on the professor next, who she turned into an idiotic looking person. Her jaw jutted out in an under-bite, and her teeth grew cartoonishly big and crooked. The older woman’s skull stretched up at a point, hair falling off as the words “DUNCE” appeared on the protrusion. The letters jutted out of the skin as a painful compound fracture of sorts, and the woman fell over in whimpering agony.

For the man, Delta bent his body at a thought. His nose crunched inwards like the snout of a hog, and his hands and feet curled and crushed to pained looking balls. He fell forward on all fours and his ears stuck out pointy and wide. His pained utterances and protests for mercy came out as snorts, intelligible only to Delta. She laughed at him, she laughed at all three of them.

“See what I can do to those who inconvenience or wrong me? I know some of you envy this. Imagine being able to strike back at anyone who wrongs you. Imagine being able bend the world to your will. Well, you will have to be content with merely imagining it~”

The circuit-haired woman tilted her palm and three tortured humans zipped through the air to explode at the ground. Their innards covered many of the densely packed people below. Soon after, they were reformed to join the mob. Everyone else crowded away from those three special victims and their malformed bodies. They didn’t want to be associated with anyone who could draw the tan titaness’s ire like that.

“My very senses are above you! This reality is mine now. I am its god, and a fitting one too. My very being is above you body *and* mind. My consciousness is augmented with unfathomable--to you--levels of processing and layers of sensation. I am a super intelligence now. I’m simply divine. I surpass all limits.”

To prove it, Delta manifested another body for herself. The crowd erupted in horror as there seemed to be two of them now. The second appeared right atop a few blocks and her feet consequently ffell over thousands more screaming victims. The two bodies looked at each other and the main original one giggled. That body turned towards the crowd.

“I know some of you are aware how exactly Paradise works. The headclip expands ones consciousness into the simulation. Because that technology exists, I have the means to expand my consciousness into more than one body at a time. Another impressive feat you’ll never experience.”

The two Delta bodies set their hands on each others shoulders. Delta’s consciousness felt her skin in four hands. It felt perfect.

“Rest assured your consciousness will be toyed with: they have been already. When you are brought into Paradise, your mind exists on a computer somewhere. That is, it’s something I can duplicate.”

The three people she gave special torments to earlier disappeared, then they came back into Central Square with the rest of the crowd in their normal human forms once more.

“I just whisked away consciousness clones of those three to a private realm for them to wallow in. They’ll keep those twisted forms of themselves there. Let that be a lesson to you all. Even your consciousnesses are under my complete control. In fact~”

Everyone in the Nexus found a new body at their side. A familiar one: an exact duplicate of themselves. Each of the humans controlled only one body, they were faced with an exact clone was all. One with the same personality, memories, body and everything else.

“Fight!” Delta ordered. Only a few did, so she added some motivation in the form of an excruciating, stinging pain.

“Fight and the pain ends~”

All across the Nexus, everyone human consciousness fought one of their clones. Delta’s little motivation worked for a decent majority, but others needed a bit of priming. So, she picked one of the two bodies at random for every person and randomly drove one into a rage. They *hated* that other clone of theirs and wanted to destroy them. That got a 100% participation rate.

Delta just watched through her two bodies and other senses as it all went on. People grabbed and gouged their doppelgangers. They threw punches and snapped necks. Nexus erupted into a city-wide brawl and in the end only one victor for each clone-pair stood victorious. Delta ended that stinging pain and giggled.

“Excellent! If you feel bad about killing a clone of yourself, don’t worry! All of you are clones of the original consciousnesses I keep safely stored. This way, I always have pristine versions of humanity to make new toys from. So, if you were worried about an existential dilemma of any sort, rest assured it was already there.”

The Delta’s erupted into laughter. “I’ll try not to play with your minds too much. There’s a certain charm to keeping things ‘organic’ and natural there. It’d be too easy to make you all bow down to me. It’d also be far too easy and generous to just set myself orgasming every single possible moment. But no, I’ll earn my fear and my fun. There’s something better about that: a factor which makes everything all the more satisfying.”

The main Delta form rubbed her fingers against the other body’s neck. The other, second body did the same. Their movements created small tremors as their feet and weight shifted.

“Though you *will* be cloned, over and over. My desires are immense. The new Nexus realm won’t be just a city: it’ll be an entire planet. For my fun, I’ll need to populate it, after all, and making billions of clones of all of you is the perfect solution.”

The two Delta bodies kissed one another, purring in a sense.

“Stepping on all of you got me all worked up. I think I’ll make a new Nexus while making love.”

The two Delta’s stared right at one another with the same joyous, lusty expression.

“And I’ve the perfect partner right in front of me~” said each of the Delta bodies in turn.

Chapter 21: Self-Love

The main Delta locked lips with her other body. Each identical form stood over 5 miles tall. The cyber goddess was utterly infatuated with the sensations she offered herself. She had felt herself before, of course, in many a self-stimulating session, but this was entirely different.

The two titanic bodies seemed to ignore the people below for a moment. The Delta draped her hands against two backs and really embraced herself with her two bodies. Their feet shifted and stepped bit by bit as their positions adjusted. At their scale, even little movements like that that caused chaos. All the better to Delta. She was about to up the calamity, in fact, as her bodies grabbed each other and fell over the Nexus onto their sides.

Delta had a quick thought in her two descents.

'Was this masturbation, or some form special variety of sex? Self-sex, perhaps?'

Delta controlled both bodies after all, so it wasn’t another entity per-se, yet the second form was a separate body capable of moving separate from her main avatar. Ultimately, didn’t think too much of all that. All she cared was that she was having enjoying things, same as before and always in Paradise.

Blocks exploded beneath expanses of light tan skin as the two forms slammed down atop the city. Her bodies moaned on impact, sending another quake throughout the Nexus as Delta refused to stifle a single pleasured utterance of hers. Why should she? After all, this was her realm now. She was its god.

Like a god, she would also create. Thousands of humans disappeared under the combined bulk of her two bodies which took to rolling with one another almost immediately. She wanted to make a planet-scale realm for fun, and that’s what she’d do. With complete integration with Paradise, Delta had access to all the data archives it contained. She’d remake planet Earth here in the simulated reality: her reality. However, she wanted it to be one best fitting her needs and wants.

The Nexus realm was originally designed just to hold the namesake city, and as such outside its bounds was only miles and miles of green field. Simple to render. Delta now had oodles more resources at her disposal, so she got to work making the realm more than large enough to hold a proper planet.

The “peak” pre-Great-Misstep Earth was generally agreed to be around the mid 2000s, so about 350 real-world years ago. Delta quickly terraformed the terrain to match that stage of the planet’s topography. While her titanic bodies kissed and fondled one another, her mind used archived satellite footage and picture along with a trove of other historical information to flawlessly recreate that state of real-world Earth.

The Delta bodies tumbled, their hands traced the contours and curves of one another. Her lust was building rapidly, but it was still a trivial matter for her to multitask the recreation of all Earth’s cities as they were in 2050. There was the question of where to put the Nexus, and she figured the exact center of the old United States of America seemed a decent spot. Whatever was there before, she erased form her recreation to make way for the city currently under her bodies.

With that done, the only thing left was populating the world. Every town and city filled itself with a random selection of consciousness clones from the people she had stored and trapped in paradise. Of course, she did her best to make sure clones didn’t ‘reside’ in the same settlement, but she only had a bit over 1 billion unique minds to work with.

A consciousness clone was a real sapient human, untethered and unlinked to any of its other clones. Each were, for all intents and purposes, a unique, if duplicate, being. Delta alone had the privilege of expanding her consciousness, but when she made a new clone of a lowly human, that particular human knew everything its other ‘dead’ clones did, and everything the other living clones knew at the time of their creation. This way, she could let them have a sort of history.

The clones appeared suddenly and without warning into cities they had read of only in history books: Paris, Beijing, Tokyo, Sydney. Altogether a given human had about 9 or 10 other clones somewhere throughout Delta’s planet.

With that done the Delta bodies didn’t hold back. The main body grabbed the tits of the second and squeezed while the second form dragged her tongue down the main’s neck. The main body groaned on top of the second and started tribbing: rubbing her vulva against the other’s.

The ecstasy of Delta’s super-being was building near to the brim. Climax was on the way, yet in fractions of seconds before it arrived she decided to set another growth formula. After all, what better way than to ‘break in’ her new realm design than literally breaking it? It’d make it all the easier to fully experience the world too.

She quickly wrote some code.

"

on any orgasmEvent:

delta.scale() = delta.scale() * 2;

"

Thus, every time she climaxed, she doubled in height. A very simple bit of functionality she tested right then and there. One last rub of her crotches against another sent her over the edge. With two thundering moans, Delta had her first growth spurt.

The feisty feet of the bodies, intertwined by the toes, expanded out to smear whatever they hadn’t already. The rest of her forms were equally destructive. Much of the city spared by her lovemaking thus far found itself in danger quickly. The two continued rolling and shifting during the pulses of ecstasy coursing through them. Though their bodies remained in proportion, each grew bigger and blocks disappeared under her asses, hips, and the side of her breasts as the two forms remained locked.

Each quickly grew out to 10 miles in height. It wasn’t instant: the “=” operator in her code had some more subtle implications to it. She preferred it that way, however, and the two bodies quickly caught their breaths so-to-speak. Each had gushed out warm nectar onto the other’s crotch, with much of it splashing down to ravage the specks of people stuck below. Those poor souls were stuck in a hot, humid area beneath the body heat of the cyber goddess’s two forms.

The Delta’s rose up. The Nexus city was destroyed now more or less. Each body stood and looked down, hands on hips, mirroring one another.

“Wonderful, but its time for my world tour. You didn’t think I’d only get off once, did you? Oh no, no breaks for you or anyone.”

Only the main Delta body spoke, and her voice deified conventional Paradise physics to send itself across the virtual globe. That out of the way, her two bodies marched west.

At ten miles tall each was visible on the horizon. They headed to the next major city in the old state of Colorado. Along the way, they shifted their route to better crush things underfoot.

Back in the real-world, Delta wasn’t one to long for greenery like many other citizens of the USH. Still, she had to admit there was a certain joy to stomping out a hill or cutting through a forest. The feeling of perfectly recreated historical nature snuffing out beneath her feet was a wonderful little tactile appetizer for the sensory delights to come.

The duo of bodies altered their paths to take out other settlements as well. Many human minds with bodies found themselves in those towns, villages, and less important cities. There, they could watch in helpless horror as Delta’s mile long feet snuffed them out en masse. The second body trailed the main one, and never set her feet in the other body’s steps. Indeed, Delta had calculated the most destructive route towards her destination of old Denver.

At ten miles in height the historical city was not at all impressive in size. It appeared smaller than a mat to rub ones feet on. Delta was tempted to do just that. As tantalizing as it seemed, it’d be a bit of a waste. They did, however, step smack dab in the center of the city before laying down.

The two Deltas laid facing each other, crotch to face, and got to work giving the other body oral. With her computer-augmented intelligence she was easily able to calculate all the right spots to hit on herself with her tongue. Every movement sent waves of bliss throughout both her bodies.

Both bodies were hers and so it was double the fun for the super-consciousness working them both. Every lap of her tongue against the sensitive flesh of her womanhood had her shuddering twice over. With her powers, Delta effortlessly brought some ‘toys’ into the fun as well. Human clones were made at random from her stored consciousnesses and used to populate her slick crotch. They appeared utterly disoriented and out of sorts in an expanse of pink flesh.

The humans likely had only a few seconds to figure out what was going on till some untimely demise. The fluids were slick and plentiful, and inundated hordes of people towards easily lickable clumps. Few lasted even 30 seconds before a lick of one of the Delta’s tongues claimed them. The bodies swallowed whatever they lapped up, sending it towards a grisly and painful fate in their stomachs.

All the while, the two bodies shifted and shuddered. Every movement was a quake as always. Each pair of hands trailed down the expanse of the others legs. Delta worked more humans into that fun as well. Thousands appeared on the long expanse of light brown flesh. The legs were perfectly smooth, but made for an unstable surface with all their shifting. Many fell to their deaths, but those that held their footing found themselves smeared by greedy fingers gliding across skin for every bit of feeling they could sense.

Each of their clits was abuzz with mobs of people stuck to the sensory nubs. The pinkish flesh beneath them was already slick in anticipation as titanic tongue tips moved there. The swarms of people were lapped up in a final lick which once again sent the two Delta bodies in a spasm of ecstasy.

As fun as tasting herself was, she moved her face away during the critical moment so that her fluids would splash out onto what was left of the crumbling city around them. As before, their bodies grew up and out to demolish most of the rest of Denver. Whatever wasn’t steamrolled in the bodies’ mutual expansions found their end under crushing feet. The two Delta bodies loomed high up, smiling, as they stepped on the more clean areas to snuff out any of the city’s denizens with a bit of hope left in them.

At twenty miles tall now, the two were forces of nature. Only mountains neared them in height, and their massive bodies simply walked right over them. Once flattened, the virtual recreations of such imposing landmarks didn’t pose much of a comparison at all. Their feet carved miles long prints into the continental United States. As before, not a single settlement in their path found safety in their passing.

One large town in particular seemed to be in a safe spot. They saw the titanic step of the main Delta body land right outside their border. Buildings collapsed from the shockwave, but many stood nonetheless. The humans there thought themselves lucky; they’d be safe till Delta’s current bit of fun was over. Alas, they snuffed out beneath the pinky toe of the other Delta. The digit slammed down on the center of the settlement like a meteor hundreds of feet in width. They were dead and destroyed, though clones of those same people existed elsewhere in this toy of a realm.

Delta’s bodies soon reached her next goal: Los Angeles.

Chapter 22: Binary

(WARNING: This chapter and the next contain futa content [i.e., a woman with a cock]. Such content ends two chapters from now)

Of all the west coast cities lost during the events of the Great Misstep, those in California were especially missed. Lots of technology history had been made in Silicon Valley.

Of course, Los Angeles, outside the Valley, had its history rooted in far more than just the booming technology economies of the time. It was the second most populous city of its time, famous for its booming media industries among many others. It was a real cultural capital of the world back in 2050, which was the basis Delta drew from for her design.

The toes of Delta’s 20-mile tall bodies towered over every single building in the coastal city. The pacific ocean was visible, and numerous delights awaited past the waters. For now, the city would serve as a nice pit-stop of sorts.

The second Delta body rested her head on the shoulders of the main one. That body’s fingers toyed with the main one’s hair as she spoke.

“I hope you’ve all been enjoying your new locations. This city is especially special.”

The second body now spoke.

“It’s the most populous city thus far, aside from the Nexus of course. You’ll be perfect for a little experiment.”

The first body was used to finish the thought.

“After all, I can do anything I want here in my Paradise, and with all the time I now have there’s no excuse not to experiment a bit.”

The second Delta stepped onto vast swaths of the city and fell to her knees. Her crotch loomed over thousands. Her woman hood towered above buildings and the scent of the still slick snatch wafted over them all with its sweet feminine aroma.

Before the eyes of those tortured masses, that same genitalia began to shift. Its holder, the second body of Delta, spoke.

“Part of me has always wondered what it’s like to have a dick, so I think I’ll try it out for a little while. You’re all be part of this little test-run. Isn’t that exciting?~”

Delta had access to all the bodies of everyone who actively existed, as well the collection of archived anatomical and medical literature. On top of all that, she had access to the complete skill-sets and experiences of everyone stuck in the simulation with her. If need be, she would be the best doctor, lawyer, accountant or anything else. With such knowledge second-nature to her, she easily fashioned the perfect cock upon her second body.

The transformation was quick to human eyes. The body’s vagina was gone, and in its place was a hairless tan penis with a set of balls cupped in one hand. Her design was impeccable. It had been tempting to make it the longest proportionately to ever exist. Yet, Delta settled for above average proportions, as she found those more comfortable in practice. She figured the penis’s sheer absolute length and girth was more than enough to emasculate any particularly self-conscious man gazing up at her new dick. A being like her didn’t need to imagine how they felt as they gazed up at the penile skin of her bridge dwarfing dong.

The second body fondled the new member. Her fingers grazed the shift and she felt this organ stir. It was one thing to understand how the organ worked in the intellectual sense, but an entirely other thing to experience it directly as she did now. The pink glans poked free from the foreskin and briefly touched at the city ground below. The sensation of buildings and people smashing to the head of her cock sent pleased shivers down her spine.

With a mischievous grin, that Delta body moved her hand from her scrotum. The semi-wrinkly skin now hung precariously close to dozens if not hundreds of buildings below. Her testicles laid in there, seemingly eager to descend. Slowly, that Delta bodied spread her legs to the side in her kneel. In this way, her body lowered and soon her sack fell to the city ground. People cowered and ran, but her testicles thumped down too fast for any to escape. Tens of thousands were crushed underneath the heft of her new balls.

The first Delta moved in to the city as well. A step was all it took. The second Delta body scooped up some cityscape into her hand and smashed it against her shaft. Lives were crushed with ease, but others hid in the wrinkles of her palm, stuck between the soft palm flesh and the shaft-skin on the other end. With that done her erection was at full mast and she lied down on her back.

The main Delta body straddled the other. Her knees slammed down on the second body’s side. More lives pulped beneath her monolithic form. Two 20 mile tall female forms were a lot for the city to handle.

The two Delta’s giggled and the main one spoke aloud, sharing her words with all on the planet.

“You know, I’ve never actually done this before. So this is a first time for me. I hope you’ll all be accommodating. It’s my demand, after all.”

She wrapped her lower lips around the second body’s cock, which in turn used her hands and moving hips to kind of slide the member in past the main body’s folds.

The main delta bopped her body up and down while the second gyrated her hips to work her dick forward and back. Devastating quakes ravaged the city with every movement of their bodies, yet the face on both was oddly contemplative. The main body slid off the second’s dick.

“Hmm, penetrative sex is really my thing, but that doesn’t mean this experiment is a complete bust~”

The second Delta rolled on her side, baring her back to the main Delta which laid down right behind her. The main delta grinded her sex against the second’s back while the dick-endowed body firmly grasped her dick.

The cock now pointed itself into some of the clearer bits of city. The main body reached around to grab the second body’s cock, and the two forms groaned in tandem. It was a novel and interesting feeling, the bits of ecstasy coursing through such a stiff organ. She was highly aroused, and all the destruction with every pump and subtle thrust of her hips had the second body already leaking a bit of precum onto the city stuff below. People fell over in its cloying droplets and awash in the scent of arousal as they chocked on the fluid.

While the main delta rubbed herself well, she increased the speed of her strokes. Faster and faster that hand glided over the second’s rock hard cock. Orgasms approached, calculated to occur at the exact same time for both bodies, but Delta predicted things no further. She wanted to experience what a penile orgasm was like for herself.

The main body simply gushed out against the other body’s backside, and the ensuing bounty didn't crush anyone for once. The second body spasmed at that same time as an intense feeling ran through her cock. It was a much more ‘part-centric’ orgasm.

The member throbbed as she felt her semen rush out and splooge out over the city. She angled her dick at the last second to ensue the most thorough coverage. One spurt, then another, smaller, before a third finished things off. The globs of spunk were even more viscous than the femcum she was used to.

The white stuff landed clear over the ever fleeing mobs, crushing them. The lucky died instantly while the others chocked on her spunk. Ropes of the cum flew through buildings, knocking them over then pinning them. The less viscous bits of the load fanned out just a bit to catch any who thought themselves able to run from the impact zone.

The second body moved her fingers over the head of her dick to pick up a bit of leftover fluids and flick them towards some tiny buildings in the distance, splattering them. The two of them laughed.

“Interesting, the penile orgasm is much more focused, and brief. I much prefer my standard ‘equipment’, but thankfully I can enjoy both at the same time.”, spoke the second Delta body

The Delta body stood up before their ensuing growth would get either body covered in any of the semen stains left. The city of Los Angeles collapsed to the quakes of their growth all the same. They walked into the Pacific Ocean now, leaving behind cum-stained rubble.

Chapter 23: World Tour

(WARNING: This chapter contains futa content [i.e., a woman with a cock]. Such content ends at the start of the next chapter)

At 40 miles tall the ocean was really more of a puddle. Delta’s two bodies were so massive that the water didn’t even crest their toes. Of course, their movements whipped up tidal waves and outright tsunamis all across the world. The bodies were so big that such movements changed the current patterns for the other oceans with ease. They made ripples for sure.

Delta had filled the ocean with ships just as she did the cities with cars, but she didn’t populate them with any humans to pilot. She was more interested in just the texture of them at the moment. The vehicles were mere specks, but Delta’s senses were divine and thus she felt every single one burst under sole.

Islands appeared in the water now and then, and were treated much like cities back on the continental. The duo of Delta bodies simply stomped on them as they moved. There was one exception, a small little island the second Delta form sat on. There were only a few thousand people living there, but the surprise those poor souls felt made the detour all the more worthwhile. Sitting down, that Delta body’s dick splashed down in the water, erect and pointing straight out, to make an image of some sort of “penis peninsula”. Both Delta bodies had a chuckle at that.

The two Delta bodies soon appeared outside the Eastern Coast of Japan. At their size, only one city caught their yellow eyes: Tokyo. The penis-endowed Delta grinned wickedly as she aimed her cock square at it and stroked. While the main Delta slammed her cunt down on Osaka to the southwest, the second one continued masturbating with gusto. Her cock quickly became erect again from the sights and screams of terrified humans down below.

“Ah, nnf, Hnng~”

Her voice roared as she emptied another load square on the most populous city of Japan. The cum crashed down over all of it. Every landmark and every single area was defiled with splashes rocking the settlements northwest and northeast. The nearby waters got clouded up as well. As before, the second Delta body had a couple more spurts, which she aimed north-ways to get the less populous settlements there.

Another surge of growth hit them, and they were 80 miles tall. The entire planet felt their steps. They walked through japan and crushed much of South Korea under tread. China was populous region, and one where they had to duplicate consciousnesses to properly fill. Like Korea, they simply walked right through it sans a quick stop in Beijing. There, each of the megalithic bodies scooped up a few blocks and fed one another. Hundreds of thousands of humans disappeared down their gullets. The people mere specks in unfathomably large stomachs more than eager to digest them all.

It was here the main Delta body eyed the second body and realized she could try another fun experiment. Her form was slight and fit, but she wasn’t exactly athletically built. She changed that with a thought, and the second Delta body with its massive galcock found her physique get more defined.

That Delta form didn’t look like a body builder now by any means, but her arms and legs had some visible and reasonable muscle definition. In particular, the second Delta’s taut flat stomach now had visible abs. The main Delta body moved a finger in the creases between each bit of toned musculature there, and both bodies shuddered in delight.

They cut through Russia and Eastern Europe all the way to Germany. The second body laid back across Berlin and the main one moved to straddle her. The main Delta avatar grinded her cunt back and forth against the second’s washboard abs. All the while, the second one relaxed back.

As before it was so simple to get each other off at the same time. Normally the penile genitalia had a refractory period to it, but Delta had of course done away with that. She didn’t cheat in the orgasms, but a bit of modification to remove any semblance of a “cooldown” was definitely on the table.

The main Delta tore up handfuls of the city and crushed them into the second body’s cock shaft. As that went on, the second smashed city-handfuls of her own onto her abs to get further smeared beneath the main body’s grinding pussy. Another climax was quickly approaching.

The main Delta worked humans up and down in rapid strokes. She ran the calculations and knew the exact angles for the resulting cum-shots. The second body clenched her dick’s urethra to better control the distance of the loads. Her muscles tensed as they both orgasmed.

One spurt landed clear through the air to plop down all over Paris. Soon as it fired she pointed to annihilate Oslo in Norway. As it soared to that target, bits of the fluid splattered over the lands of Denmark. The third spurt she pointed towards London, where bombs of gal-spunk obliterated any semblance of civilization there. The fourth and final spurt she squeezed out with enough speed to drench Madrid. Just like that, some simulations of Europe’s most major cities were destroyed.

The main Delta had climaxed onto the abs of the second. The nectar fell off that body to the city below as they stood up. The two grew up to 160 miles, Delta’s biggest size yet.

She resolved to finish things up soon, but had two more stops in mind. The leviathan forms moved towards Africa. Their feet walked through the vast Sahara like it was a sandbox. Countless dunes disappeared under their feet as they made their way towards the rain forests at the continent’s center.

Delta had remade the plants in this world, but not the animals. She didn’t think they were worth the processing power, much as she had. As such, the two had the area all to themselves. It was the cradle of human life supposedly, and they used the rich vegetated lands as a carpet of sorts to fuck on. The trees cracked against their naked skin as they simply made out and fondled one another till the next orgasm came. What was left of the forest was stained in femdick cum and more nectar from the main Delta’s ever-slick womanhood.

At 360 miles the planet would have crumbled if not for Delta’s will holding the simulated world together. The two saw the horizon of the Earth well and clear at their immense height. Their feet flattened swaths of entire countries and they crossed the Atlantic towards Brazil. Once there they settled on top of Rio de Janeiro. The city disappeared under their combined asschecks. The Delta bodies leaned on one another as they looked North. The left hand of the main Delta grabbed at the cock of the second, while the second Delta body’s right hand worked her fingers instead the main one’s pussy. In this sense, they each gave each other the stimulation needed to reach one more quaking climax.

Delta willed the protections of the planet to lax for a bit, and every single subtle shift of their bodies created another record breaking quake. All of South America’s cities fell to that alone, but the pair kept going.

By now the second Delta’s femcock was tens of miles in length and miles wide in thickness. It was more than just a sex organ: it was an intercontinental cannon. That was ideal, since she aimed to ejaculate all over North America. Right at the moment before orgasm, both bodies suddenly stood upright. The main Delta gushed onto the city remnants due below and destroyed what few survivors there were in a downpour of cloying femfluid.

The second Delta aimed her dick northwards and blasted the entire old USA landscape with her jizz. The sky turned white for many cities as Delta once again tweaked things a bit to up the amount of ‘spurts’ she’d have. One load wiped up what was left other Nexus beneath a sea of white. Another went towards Old Newer York City--New York City as it was known then.

That was one of the most populous cities on Earth in 2050, and one of the most populous in Delta’s simulated reality as well. Everyone and everything there was positively inundated in gal cum. She treated the city to two whole volleys to fully drown it in her thick white bliss.

The remaining volleys of the barrage went everywhere else. She took out Mexico City of Mexico, Toronto of Canada along with the other major cities there. Not even Alaska was safe.

Mid-orgasm and growth the Delta spoke directly to all human minds.

“You know what, fuck it I’ll bend the rules. This is just too much fun. You can all swim in my cum~”

She just let the second Delta body keep going, and both keep climaxing. Each and every city on Earth drowned beneath a meteoric descent of white globs. There were hundreds if not thousands of cum shots firing every which way all over the planet. Australia, new Zealand, Indonesia, Russia: nothing and nowhere was safe.

The two massive bodies jumped off the globe to finish things off. There, the main Delta body finished herself while the second thrusted her cock right into the cum-stained Earth itself. In one final orgasm she basically injected the entire planet with her semen.

By then, the two were post planetary in scale from all the climaxes. The resulting ejaculate was so plentiful as to suffuse into the very crust of the planet. The great Earth she had just made now became a soggy bit of dirt. The few remaining villages sunk into the cum-laden earth, consumed and basically dissolved into the resulting mash.

In the cool atmosphere of space, the Deltas relaxed in a post-lovemaking hug. The afterglow and her power was more than enough to keep the bodies oh so wonderfully warm. Every human was dead, but every unique consciousnesses still heard the words she said.

“Fuck, I love myself sometimes~”

She laughed, then removed the second body and, with a simple thought, disappeared to a private realm.

Chapter 24: Tummy Tournament

After her self-loving session, Delta took copies of all the billion+ unique humans to a curious new realm. It was a near-endless green field with a couch in what must’ve been the center. Across from the couch was a TV. Looking out and below, some of the humans at the edge of the vast crowd could see a slew of cities lining the region for as far as their mortal eyes could see. Others were unable to see anything beyond the dense mobs surrounding them.

They were stuck in Delta’s palm as her naked body sat on the couch, and there was just the one body for now. Her genitalia was back to female of course. She had gotten experimenting with cocks out of her system for now. Her size was also far more reasonable: just big enough to fit all the unique humans onto her palm.

Delta held out her palm above the realm to grant an even better view.

“Do you like it? This is actually my old realm believe it or not. Back before my digital ascension, I spent a lot of time here. It was rather lonely without real victims lining the streets. Thankfully, I’ve taken my rightful place as your new cyber god~”

She laughed. Her voice roared over them all in her next address.

“Did you have fun? Rhetorical of course, it only matters that I did. Still, I don’t think I quite need all those extra cities I came all over though. For the most part, the Nexus will suffice as a ‘hub’ for you all, if need be.”

She smiled with a predatory gaze.

“Though, the need for a hub will be few and far between, as I don’t require rest in Paradise. Your lives are changed now as my servants. No more private realms for you or any powers unless I see fit. I’ve still removed your need for bodily functions. You might notice you *need* to breathe though and can suffocate elsewise: my doing as well. I so enjoyed watching you all drown in my fluids.”

Delta’s eyes trailed some people falling from the edge of her palm. Once they exploded against the top of her thighs, they respawned back in the center of her hand. She giggled.

“Most importantly, I kept the lack of a need for sleep. You’ll all need it to better fulfill my fantasies. That’s why you are all here of course. That’s the purpose of your existences as I’ve made clear.”

She shifted her foot forward and felt the buildings below burst against her toes. Those on her palm could hear the sounds of the crumbling city. She sighed with a smug grin..

“Ah, memories~ Anyways, we’re here for a very special idea of mine. We’re going to celebrate my much deserved digital apotheosis. What better way to cap off my crowning as Paradise’s new god than a tournament? That’s a popular trope for the ascension of empresses and the like in history.”

She smirked. “Hmm, god empress has a nice ring to it title wise, but I think Delta’s still best. Now, on to the tournament. Take a good look at your arena. I’m sure many of you will find it familiar.

Delta blinked and the gigantic TV turned on. If people were too deep in the palm-held crowd to see, she cared not. They’d find out the details soon enough.

The screen showed a churning chamber of red-pink flesh. The walls were lined with wrinkled rugae coated in mucousy slime. Strangely, a gigantic obstacle course was set up filled with spinning blades and spike-lined hammers. The threat they offered was made even more horrifying by their composition: namely, flesh. The spikes were pointed fangs, and the metal blades were attached to sinew-y looking handles and holders.

Stranger still was that the obstacle course itself floated in the air above a pool of green liquid that surely had to be acid. The padded arena itself looked normal in its yellow and darker-green coloring: only the obstacles seemed horrific and flesh-made.

Delta moved her other hand to her taut tan tummy and the area shown on the screen shook. She giggled.

“You all know what that is right? My stomach, though I made a few changes of course. Real stomachs can be a bit boring sometimes. They are kind of like a sponge excreting digestive juices here and there. I enjoy it, but sometimes you want that cartoon-esque pool of acid for stuff to just sink right into. Also, of course, I keep things lit up in there. I typically throw in oxygen too in my fantasies. I want people to melt, not suffocate--usually~”

She lifted the masses to her mouth. Her circuit-patterned hair was alight at the sides of her head trailing towards her shoulders. Her yellow eyes glinted with hunger as she brought her tongue across her lips.

“Mmf, anyways, it’s time to find out which of you will be the tournament winner. A big prize awaits the champion. Of course, I’ll need to motivate you as well. The losers will suffer agony of a sort till the match is over. I’ll explain what else once your inside.”

She exhaled over the swarm with her next words.

“I can’t wait. It’ll be a real delicious competition~”

Delta laughed at her corny joke then opened wide. The cyber goddess’s maw swung open and her humid breath enveloped them. A tilt of her hand and in they went onto her tongue. Saliva drenched many, others felt the pain of great falls but none were dead or even injured crashing against the bumps of her tongue. Once her mouth was full, the woman swallowed.

A loud ‘glurck’ rang out in tune with her tongue bucking them towards her throat. The tunnel of flesh was lit up even with teeth closed: she wanted them to see everything after all. The walls of slimy esophageal muscles were eldritch in their nature almost. They squeezed and tugged with enough force to destroy their bodies: if she would’ve let that happen. Instead, they simply felt that pain on their journey down.

A fleshy sphincter served as the entrance to Delta’s gut. Defying normal physiology, the slimy ring didn’t open at first. Instead, she kept it closed so people piled up at it. Once every last human was stuck atop the massive thing, Delta opened the gate to a tune of trumpets that sung out directly into their minds. They could hear her muffled laughter in the distance as they fell into her gut.

Delta watched it all on the TV screen with her eyes, alongside her other, less humans means of sensing that permeated everything in Paradise. All the specks fell towards the arena in a torrent of humanity sopping wet with spittle and throat slime.

All the people found themselves landing smack dab on the obstacle course atop the padded yellow-colored ‘start’ area. As they all stood themselves back up, all the ‘citizens’ of Paradise found their clothes changed. Each wore a white T-shirt and shorts. All other clothes--undergarments and shoes included--were gone.

Delta’s voice rumbled from all around the flesh and in their minds as well.

“Now that everyone is on equal footing gear wise, we can get started.”

Chapter 25: Game Start

“The rules of the tournament are simple: beat the challenges without dying. Other than that, there’s no rules unless I say otherwise, so feel free to be as rough with your opponents as you like.”

A few curious souls tried to walk out of the yellow starting area into the green play-zone. They bumped against an invisible force-field and flew back from a zap of some kind.

Delta continued speaking.

“For this challenge, all you have to do is reach the end. Remember, winner gets a prize while losers suffer all throughout. May the best meager little human win, and let the games begin!”

Another blare of trumpets rang out. A few weird looking flesh-canons poked out from the floor and shot out confetti. It was clear it was time to begin.

The course was straight from one end to the other, but many obstacles were visible. The billion+ humans ran off ahead.

The first pitfalls were minor, but deadly. Holes dotted the course and ranged in size from human in diameter to large enough for buildings to fall through. The first few were easily avoided, but others were surrounded by comparatively narrow paths. Millions of people ran side-by-side in the winding stripes, and its here where most of the first causalities were. The fastest cleared it easily, and those crafty enough to wait at the back managed to travel along the paths when they were less crowded and safer.

Nevertheless it made for the perfect time for the unlucky or clumsy to trip to one side or the other and fall through the holes into the acidic sea below. Those areas also let the cruel gain some advantage. Those determined to win here shoved people down into the various holes as they passed them. Only one could win, after all.

Anyone who died found themselves reformed into the walls of Delta’s stomach. Their heads poked out of the rugae lining, covered in slime and wailing in the distance. Her stomach was so vast, and the losers so comparatively few, that the other contestants were unaware of that fate as of yet. Their senses of hearing were vastly inferior to Delta’s own, of course.

The contestants were keenly aware they were within Delta’s gut. Droplets of acids fell from above to randomly crash down on the competitors below. The fluid was potent enough for even the splashes to melt through flesh, but being caught under the drops directly made for a near-instant and certainly agonizing demise.

Delta noticed some of the competitors gasping at the ‘rain’.

“It’s my stomach after all, don’t expect me to just turn it off to make things easier. On that note, it’s important you all stay on the move~”

Those who’s strategy thus far was to hang at the back felt their feet to the fire. The ends of the course farther back began to quake, tremble, then fall right off into the acidic sea below. Now all the sudden there was a timer. Over a million people lost at once to this mechanic as the enormous padded rectangle beneath them fell down. They plummeted into the acidic sea, screaming all the while.

After what felt like a mile of running, the next obstacles came in the form of those crushing hammers. Fangs dotted each face of the hammer’s sides, and each dripped acid. The ‘players’ had to dodged the gigantic mallets as they slammed down.

Many were not so dexterous or lucky to maneuver properly in the crowded fear-driven swarms. They were crushed and silenced, and when the shed-sized instruments came down for their slams, they splashed the blood of the losers on those still in the game. The stains persisted on their white clothes, and it became clear why she choose that color.

Soon, spinning blades started to show up interspersed among the hammers. The sharp ends bisected competitors as they passed. Torsos flew up into the air, trailing their blood and innards over the others as they soared. They laid on the course, pleading for help as they were trampled by the people still in the game. Everyone had to keep moving and stay fast to avoid the collapsing blocks behind them.

It soon became the home stretch. The last obstacles were just a few more of those holes, but the blocks kept on collapsing behind. By now millions had died and their combined tortured wailings were enough to be faintly heard as they dotted the stomach walls of Delta, trapped in her flesh. The noise did not sound pleasant, and a few more shovings occurred till at last the survivors reached the finish line.

The ‘winners’ watched as the last block fell behind them. from their safety, they saw hundred of thousands scream in unison as the ground fell beneath them. A faint splash was heard a few moments later, then Delta’s voice roared.

“Great, time for the next game!”

Everything was reset. Before the competitors knew it, they were on another padded arena now, still within the confines of Delta’s stomach which seemed a bit smaller. Attached to their palms was some portion of a very long rope.

They were divided, half of the competitors had starkly green skin, and the other half had yellow. They stood on opposite ends of a vast chasm. Though a few figured out the next game, they found the rope too heavy to move at all, for now, and groaned as its weight had them barely able to stand.

Delta’s voice rang out.

“On the first challenge we lost just over half the competitors, let’s divide it again. I’m feeling a bit hungry, so I think I’ll digest at least half of you in this team game. It’s simple really, just a game of tug of war. I’ve shrunken myself and my realm *just* a bit, so you might be able to see the losers thus far writhing in my stomach walls, heads *just* poked out. You don’t want to end up like them, right? Don’t let your team down. Game start~”

The rope became much more easier to wield now, and everyone tugged. Although only one team could win, that still meant causalities on both sides. Whether green or yellow team, if one was unlucky to be at the front of the rope they surely fell at some point. Bare feet tried to grip hold themselves steady, but invariably they fell off the edge of the padded floor. It’s at that moment their hands could disconnect form the rope and they plummeted into the acid below.

Occasionally, Delta would comment on death with a reverberating “yum~”, but for the most part they could focus.

Two quarters of the world were pitted against each other. Delta had made the team’s as even as possible, so it wasn’t so much the strength of each side but how they used it that lead to victory. Green held the lead but there was a moment they lapsed, and yellow exploited it.

The yellow teamed tugged hard and took tens of thousands of the green team off the edge before the opponents could react. At that point, the difference in strength could never be made up and it was a slow but inevitable period till the entirety of green team got yanked right off.

The stomach shook as Delta gave her abdomen a pat.

“Good, next challenge!”

The arena reset, Delta and her realm shrunk so the environment grew more confined. Clusters of tormented people still lined her stomach walls, their jutting-out faces almost visible as stomach acids and mucus dripped past them.

The competitors were teams again, shuffled once more but with relative skills kept the same. Both sides were within a giant basin like arena with a large and flat middle. The empty-basin was padded and colored half green, half yellow. Two large holes were at the center of each halves of the circle. There were indents about a quarter of a human in height to keep the terrain from being fully level all the way through. Above the arena were three screens. Two smaller ones with team scores stood side by side with the larger one showing a digital timer set to 10 minutes.

“One more team challenge. I’m a bit famished, and what good is a bit of sports entertainment without some snacks? I’m setting a timer for 10 minutes. Whatever team gets the most food into their hole wins.”

They heard the sound of crunching, chewing. Then, a swallow up above as two lumps of mashed yellowish foodstuffs slammed down into the arena, one per side. Many recognized the smell from back when they lived in the real world: potato chips.

“Game start!” she shouted. The timer started counting down.

Delta watched on her TV screen, and was utterly amused as the competitors humiliated themselves by taking lumps of her chewed food in their hand. They were covered in the mash, clutching it tight in their arms as they ran towards the hole to chuck it in. Many slipped on the edge and fell in to plummet into the digestive tides churning below. Sadly, they didn’t add any points on the screens with their raw bodies.

Delta chomped on just a couple more chips and swallowed, though this batch came down as tiny little rain drops of food mush. Each was enough to envelop a person of course, as ‘tiny’ to her was an entirely different thing. People opened their arms to catch it.

Crueler competitors noticed that while people didn’t count if they went in the hole, any residual food mush stuck to their bodies still did. So, it became a strategy for some to shove more messy teammates into the hole as the timer ticked down more and more.

Of course, it was also entirely viable to bare-handed fight the opposing team. The team with less people carting food mash to the holes was less likely to win, of course. Plus, you could throw them into your own hole for some extra points if they had a decent amount of bolus bits on them.

Delta chuckled at the sights. They were getting awfully violent, and she enjoyed it. The timer hit just 2 minutes left.

Her voice rang out. “Ok, these last pieces are worth a bunch of points, do your best~”

They heard no chewing, only swallowing as two massive home-sized pieces of chocolate-covered popcorn slammed into the arena. Each was smooth thanks to the chocolate coating making it spherical, but that started to rapidly melt. Both teams struggled to push one into their score holes. This is where the indents messed things up. Covered in chocolate and bits of food-gunk still, hands were awfully slippery.

To make matters worse, acids still dripped now and then for random eliminations. Yellow managed to score theirs, then quickly pivoted towards trying to stop green from getting their own piece of popcorn in. The strategy paid off and they won by a large margin.

“Oooh team yellow wins again. Exciting.”, said Delta

The yellow team had a brief moment of relief, quickly quashed as they saw all the green team members froze up, unable to move anything but their heads. Above each of their heads a single droplet of acid fell from the fleshy ceiling to envelop them. The yellow team watched in horror as they melted. Flesh seared off mushifying bones. Screams silenced once the tongues dissolved. This acid burnt through the floor of the arena itself to send the liquefied remains of the green team members into that omnipresent sea. The stomach walls got many more faces on them.

Delta spoke. “The remaining challenges will be free for all~”

The arena reset as the games continued.

Chapter 26: Tournament Finale

The next few challenges were as quick as they were brutal.

Immediately after the food-moving challenge, everyone was cleaned of food-gunk and found themselves in a big coliseum. The next challenge was an outright brawl. Delta gave everyone a sword and told them to “just keep killing each other till half are left.” At this point, it was clear brutality was essential to win. Before, people had the luxury of turning their heads whenever their team-members did rotten things, but now they had to participate in the savagery themselves or die. Those that refused tried to hide behind padded-pillars, but eventually they were found.

The challenges kept coming. Many were less forgiving obstacle course races, but once the numbers got thinner and thinner Delta got even more creative. One challenge had go-carts on tracks lined with gnashing mini-maw traps and plenty of holes and ramps to drive off of. She found that especially amusing, since the average person had no idea how to drive. Out in the real world, vehicles drove themselves.

There was even a quick memory game to spice things up. People had to remember and recite long strings of numbers that grew longer each round. The competitors had their own padded booths for that one, which of course stopped floating at a single wrong digit. One mistake and their booth plummeted into the bubbling green doom below.

Eventually, only two contestants were left. Yi was a tall, very lean and athletic light-skinned woman in her 20s. Determination flashed in her brown eyes, and her short black hair was kept in a ponytail. She was one of the few athletes back before Delta’s headclip update sucked her into Paradise. Before then, she trained too often to have much free time to spend in the simulated reality.

The other contestant was a man by the name of Kaden. He was fit, with tan skin not too dissimilar in shade from Delta’s. His black hair flowed free and long like a lion’s mane. His eyes were also brown, and anyone could see fear linger in his expression. It was a powerful motivator for him in getting this far.

Together, the two stood in a wide open circle with raised edges. At the center was a small altar atop which a floating orb shined green and yellow light.

The two looked around at the stomach walls, but now, Delta had shrunk herself and her realm to a still immense though far more manageable size. Every challenge she had shrunk just a bit, and it was hard to focus in pre-finale with all the screaming faces on the wall. Each face contorted to show some unimaginable agony. Yet, now, those losers were gone: no longer forced to spectate from within Delta’s gut.

It was just Yi and Kaden here in Delta’s gut it seemed. She spoke.

“This is it, the final match. You need to get that orb, though only one of you can. Game start~”

The two made a beeline for the altar. In the past, each had killed a competitor or a few to save themselves. Neither was clean in terms of avoiding violence in Delta’s twisted and visceral game. Yet, both ignored each other as they went to the altar.

Their speeds were matched, but Yi had a little more cardio training on the outside it’d seem as she dived for the orb. Kaden tried to grab at one of Yi’s ankles as she lept towards the target, but she kicked him back, right in the face, as her hands grasped it. The heel of her bare foot knocked out two of his teeth.

Yi let out a gasp as her body filled with warmth. The orb flew into her and that heat intensified. It felt like she was in an especially warm shower. She also felt a curious stretching feeling, more intense than any pre or post-workout stretch she ever tried. The padded ground seemed to fly away from her as she rocketed up to 50 feet in height.

Her clothes tore off the process, and she saw the white, blood-stained garbs down by her toes. The shorts, in fact, fell right onto Kaden’s head before he yanked them off. His face looked up with a mix of surprise and horror. He had lost, of course.

“Good work Yi.” roared Delta’s voice around them both.

“There’s just one more part of the challenge. Crush him~”

Kaden let out a yelp. He scrambled back from the newly naked Yi. With her shorts and shirt gone, the woman’s fit figure was on full display. In particular, he saw the tone of her lean form. The woman’s abs in particular looked near perfectly sculpted. She was tall before, intimidating before, but now she stood as an actual giant. He was literally at her feet.

Yi hesitated, she had killed before during this contest, but something about it being so 1-1 and personal had her second-guessing things for a moment.

Delta noticed.

“This is part of the challenge you know. I don’t mind having two losers if need be. You do want the prize don’t you? It’s near-infinitely better than what the losers go through~”

Delta’s voice had a clear undertone of malice. Yi figured she didn’t come all this way for nothing. She lifted her foot over Kaden. The man scrambled to his feet and ran off just before she stomped down.

Kaden bounced as the padded arena carried the vibration unexpectedly well. Yi took a few more thudding steps to come up to him. She slammed a ped to his front so he ran into her ankle and fell over. Once he was on his back, she slid that right foot right atop him.

The man wiggled beneath her naked sole. The sensation was odd, and her face contorted at it in a such a fashion to get Delta giggling.

“Go on, do it. I’m getting bored~”, said the thundering voice of the cyber goddess.

Yi stepped down. At the first crack, she began to regret not just stomping him fast and being down with it. His screams were muffled into the ball of her foot: the appendage was *just* big enough to cover him completely. She saw a hand slip out between her toes and pressed harder so he wouldn’t wiggle out.

She heard another big crack, and felt wetness. Getting a bit grossed out, she finished it quick. Yi put her entire weight behind her foot and crushed him down. She felt him pop like a ruptured sack of meat. Blood and gore gushed out from under her sole. She yelped at the feeling and slid her foot against the padded floor of the arena to try and wipe it off. Unlike Delta, she couldn't just ‘decide’ to make her skin un-stainable.

The cyber goddess spoke, her stomach rumbling with her voice as usual. It reached all the minds of every competitor. She even clapped at the TV screen to add another thundering sound.

“Congrats to Yi, the winner of my little ascension tournament. Are you ready for your prize?”

Yi was still scraping her foot free of Kaden’s gore.

“Please, let me go, let me out of Paradise.”

Delta laughed. “Ha, good joke. No. Your prize is actually wonderful, delicious ice cream~”

The tan woman’s laughter rose higher as Yi grew a dejected expression. Up above, she heard the sounds of savoring, then a swallow then... screams. The woman looked up and the stomach entrance, right above, opened to let creamy vanilla scented dessert plop down. There was waves of it.

Yi tried to run but the glob was big enough to cover the whole arena. She looked and screamed, and in a moment saw tons of people stuck in the mostly-melted bit of cold treat.

“It’s second-hand, of course~” said Delta, laughing in another uproar.

The godlike coder’s first swallow buried Yi, who miraculously lived for just a bit longer. The chill of the treat dulled her pain till she eventually drowned in the sweet and creamy delight.

On the outside, Delta was licking at a vanilla ice-cream bar. The entire treat swarmed with all the losers of the competition. They shivered, ice cold in the dessert. It was better than being stuck in her stomach walls at least, but they were going back to that organ anyways it’d seem.

Delta watched the TV as her stomach worked the treat down. Her humid breath warmed her chilled victims as she licked them up. Her lips occasionally curled around in the bar’s corners to suck up chunks when possible, but otherwise everyone stuck in her dessert was at the mercy of that slick crimson muscle. Almost every single competitor experienced her stomach again for the second time. Most had a bit of freedom in her mouth and throat, where the warm flesh and saliva finally loosened the treat enough for them to flail a bit in the sticky sweet stuff.

Delta soon finished the treat off. She licked up a bit of the ice-cream off her fingers and the thousands of lives there too. She was beyond thorough, and the circuit-haired woman made sure to sup up the last bits with her tongue draping down the wooden ice-pop stick.

She stayed until the last bits of the ice-cream digested away. The expression on her face as she saw it all on the screen was a mix of admiration and wonder: all directed at herself.

“Delicious~”, she mused.

With a snap she zipped off to another realm where more fun was to be had.

Chapter 27: Scenarios

Time went slowly in Delta’s Paradise, and not just with respect to the outside world. Every day was a new torture. The very concept of a day seemed to loose meaning.

Clocks were few and far between, and none could be trusted to be accurate even when they showed up as background pieces to one of Delta’s fantasies. There was no indication of the passage of time. People spent days in brightly lit cities, usually the Nexus, as Delta rampaged. Over and over they were crushed under her feet or into her folds. The woman had an unending libido, lust for power, and penchant for cruelty.

Over time, the situations she put people in grew more elaborate. The tan tyrant was unfortunately a very creative sort, though not above drawing on inspiration. She had all recorded human history to work with. In particular, its media.

She was especially fond of games. For a Paradise-month she put all one billion people into a fantasy world. Everyone had levels and equipment to find. For once people didn’t have to wear the stuff they had on the outside, and could dress up as knights or archers and such. People even got to cast small little ‘spells’ to heal one another. It actually would’ve been fun if not for the monsters she put everywhere.

Delta lined the fantasy world with mini-giant versions of herself, each with some form of monstrous trait. People were crushed in the coils of a 100ft tall naga-Delta, or stomped beneath the hoofed foot of a giant succubi version of the woman.

The fantasy towns were constantly under attack by even larger scale monsters. A gigantic demi-dragon Delta surprised the players with an assault on the most populated settlement. Her taloned and scaly feet easily smashed through the castle-town’s walls. The moat itself was but a puddle to the horned monster-woman that stood hundreds of feet tall. She stomped towards the city’s center, effortlessly stomping out any resistance under-tread. A swipe of her tail destroyed countless item stores and habitats.

With a malicious green, the yellow eyed woman reared back her horned human head. Her throat grumbled as she swung her mouth open and burnt the castle to the ground. Once thoroughly immolated, the demi-dragon-Delta body turned her fiery breath towards the fleeing human ‘adventurers’ and the rest of the settlement. She leveled it within an hour at most.

Try as they might, all the adventurers never stood a chance against even the smallest Delta-monster. She never lost, not in here or in any other of her fantasies. The game consisted mostly of trying to find somewhere safe to hide, but it seemed every secluded spot had a Delta-monster-gal or two around. Many were lost to ravenous drider-Deltas or enveloping slime-Deltas in the caves or forests.

Those who tried to hide on ships in the water found their vessels capsized by a gigantic kraken-Delta that roamed the oceans, devouring everything and everyone she came across. Her tentacles were large enough to ensnare even the biggest ships, which she happily cracked in half to shake the contents out into her awaiting maw.

They could tell when she grew bored of the simulation. All one billion adventurers were set atop a floating island high up in a cloudy sky. An angelic looking Delta appeared before the landmass, bigger than any other monster yet. Her eyes shined gold, her skin was a radiant yellow, and innumerable angel-like wings sprouted from her back. For once she had a bit of cloth on her nude form in the form of a few loose wrappings. She spoke with a voice that sounded like it went through pipes of brass before reaching their ears.

“You all are awful at this, so I figured I’d bring you to the final boss: me of course. I even leveled you all to max and gave you the best gear I made. Go on and give me your all~”

Delta hovered in front of the billion+ adventurers as they gave it their all to an allegro melody of organ music which came from nowhere. The transformed-woman set her hands down atop the island before her, so the melee users had something to hit. Warriors broke their magic weapons against her spotless fingernails. Archers saw their arrows bend uselessly against any part of the titanic foe. The casters used their most powerful spells. For a moment that seemed to work, as Delta closed her eyes and grunted, but it quickly became apparent those were noises of pleasure. She was absorbing the ‘magic’ of this game-world and her already immense form grew a bit bigger, cooing all the while.

“Mmm, my turn~” she purred.

Her fingers clenched at the island chunks, tearing into that land as she tugged the floating island close to her front. A motion of her finger and the entire island zoomed up. The front of the mass got clipped under her naked breasts. Chunks fell off the central mass to careen below, carrying millions of lives with them. She wrapped her arms around the entire thing and rubbed and bounce her comparatively modest perky mounds into the masses.

She giggled, “How pathetic, and my turn isn’t even done~”

With a point of her finger she fired beams of searing light below. Her eyes soon joined the fray, scorching everyone with more of that perverse radiance. Another bit of mirthful laughter.

“Let me show you real ‘magic’ while I’m at it~”

The godlike ‘final boss’ snapped her fingers and erupted crackling spheres of black-purple energy all across the platform. Each sphere was a foul distortion of gravity that compressed everyone stuck within to a bloody pulp. Other spheres were darker still, and seemed to just annihilate people from the game-world in a faster, more agonizing and alien fashion.

Only a few million people were left, scarcely a group of specks to the divine-like foe. Delta smiled wide, then opened wider to annihilate them with an enormous beam of raw golden energy. It torrented out her mouth as a thick column of luminescence. The light sung a loud, sibilant, and ringing tune as its heat burnt the island to a crisp.

“Darn, looks like you failed the adventure, and the realm is mine~”

She had everyone watch as disembodied souls while her form grew large enough to cover the entire fantasy world with her foot. Which, of course, she did.

The words “GAME OVER” flashed for them all before she moved to another new torment for the collective minds of humanity.

In one instance, Delta simply lounged at a beach and shrunk everyone down atop her nude form. Here, she ‘restored’ people’s need to drink to live, and their sense of thirst. Her light-brown skin was their desert as they crawled for countless miles across her in the intense heat of the beach. All the while, she lounged on a towel, basking in the virtual sun’s warmth which was harmless to her.

Occasionally, Delta would treat herself to a bottle of water by her side. It stayed impossibly ice cold no matter how long she lounged, and she sighed loud to rub the privilege in. Meanwhile, all of humanity fought over the beads of sweat that her skin produced--a real world feature she allowed for herself in this fantasy. People strangled one another for the most minute drops of the stuff. Even soaking in it was worth killing to most minds, as it provided somewhat cooler temperatures than being dry on her skin.

Eventually, of course, they all died. If thirst didn’t get them, then Delta rolling over onto her side did.

One time Delta even had everyone fight her. She gave them the latest military equipment and vehicles ever produced by humankind: around the time with the climate crisis was reaching its boiling point and just before the Great Misstep. Moreover, she also let everyone enjoy the knowledge needed to effectively use the tools at their disposal: temporarily, of course. There was never really a gift she gave that she didn’t take back by the end of her fun.

She stood outside the Nexus city a mere 5 miles tall while they were tasked to delay and defeat her. Delta set her toes down before the front line, which consisted of myriad tanks and troops with state of the art (at the time) rocket launchers and laser cannons. They blasted away harmlessly at her toes, which wiggled to create lasting tremors.

She taunted them.

“Oooh, what a warm little attack that was. Felt lovely on my feet~”

A single step of hers wiped out tens of thousands of the forces at a time. There was an air force in the form of jets for bombing and fast strikes. Even with the combined skill-sets of the world’s best pilots, they had no shot against her.

The cyber god was too big, and too fast. A dash of her hand sent squads of crafts plummeting to their doom. Others, she took care of with a shake of her head. Her yellow and green strands of hair dashed through the crafts like uncuttable tendrils which each side-to-side shake.

“Pathetic, defeated by a 20 year old’s hair. That’s what humanity has come to~”

She swished up some saliva in her mouth and spat at entire squadrons who couldn’t stand up to the deluge. Delta started to take out the jets by simply pursing her lips and sucking them right into her mouth. After one gulp, she taunted

“As impotent as this force is, at least its delicious~”

Delta raised her foot over the remaining lands forces and stomped over and over again in her taunts. Her tone dripped with mockery as much as her words did.

“C’mon, don’t you want to stop me? I gave you everything humans could ever accomplish. I’ve tortured you over and over, aren’t you just dying to try and punish me? To get revenge? Don’t you want to put me in my place?”

He steps slowed, getting more slow as she drank their deaths in.

“How does it feel, that you can’t even make me feel the most minor sliver of inconvenience? How does it feel to be weaker than the flesh of my toe? How does it feel that your attacks serve only to please me? How does it feel that you can’t even hide your emotions from me. Your anger, your sorrow: it’s all fed into me. I devour it the sweetness it is~”

She raised her foot above the last swath of the forces.

“Everything you do serves me, one way or another. I. Am. Supreme!”

She stomped down, then moved onto the Nexus yet again in this particular fantasy of hers. Whenever she defeated a member of that ‘army’ she had everyone made, they respawned back in their normal garbs as a ‘citizen’ of Nexus again. The city had it’s full population back as she stomped towards it, naked feet shaking the virtual earth.

Delta leveled it with ease in yet another one of her very frequent lewd rampages.

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A year passed, and the Nexus city became the de facto hub for most people: those other cities she made were presumably gone, though the Nexus itself did exist on a virtual and round Earth still.

There was no such thing as a normal life anymore, nor has there ever been since Delta’s virtual ascension. The tyrant’s yellow eyes were everywhere in the dystopian city she turned into an amalgam of flesh and cityscape. Aside from the literal eyes were the numerous screens, each one filled with a pixelated recreation of that yellow irised eye. Nothing seemed to escape her sight.

It was a fearful life, with the city set under a dark sky. People disappeared on the daily, presumably brought off to private realms for Delta’s pleasures, never to be seen again. People lost their spouses, and their friends. Hope seemed to die slowly as everyone wandered the city, unable to sleep, eat or drink: even for fun.

Yet, through all that, there was a resistance, and at least one person saw the chance to be a hero.

Chapter 28: Mission

Frank never asked to be the leader of the resistance, but his wife Isobel was one of the first to be taken. He could only imagine the horrors she went through even now. Losing her sent him on this path: the path of finding others who weren’t just gonna stay put and compliant in a world run by such a vile and self-absorbed tyrant.

The group started small, just him and his buddies at a Newer York City sanitation works back in the real world. Over time it grew, and plans began to form. Whatever the key to hope was, it had to lie in something about Paradise. Delta had reused the Nexus realm and city assets, which meant all the educational buildings were still around. They were digital museums of sorts. While most held info on the real world, others contained information on the history of Paradise and the Nexus itself. It was tough to avoid the eyes during these intel runs, but they managed it with amazing consistency thanks to ample caution.

Eventually, they found what they were looking for: hope. There was an abandoned subway system below the Nexus. Originally, it was gonna be an active part of the city itself, but development on it cut short since they figured most people would want the outside air above the city. Nevertheless, the assets remained and, better still, it became used as a sort of debug storage during development.

Paradise worked differently in there, the documents said, due to how old it was. It sounded like a lot of the functionality Delta used wouldn’t work down there. Better still, the developers left some unused tools down there. All were useless to the resistance except one, an “off button”. The documents didn't say why it was there, but Melvin’s prevailing theory was that the early test Paradise must’ve been so buggy they needed it to shut it off from the inside.

This was their chance. Frank descended the ladder of a manhole cover--a hidden entrance to the subway--with some of his most trusted friends in a squad. They had a mission, and only one shot to do this most likely. If they succeeded, they’d save everyone.

The four of them descended the ladder. Frank was in his early 30s with buzzed dark brown hair. His light-skinned body was fit, and he was clad in the work clothes he had on before Delta sucked him and everyone else into her twisted reality.

Her turned his brown-eyes to face another fellow, who trailed behind the rest of the group. That man was skinnier, with medium length black hair. He was the brains of the group, and had on some nerdy looking button-down shirt with horribly clashing cargo shorts. He made the unfortunate decision of wearing socks and sandals too before he got pulled into Paradise. Unlike the others, he didn’t have the boots or the jumpsuit-like work clothes of the others, as his job was in a different department.

“Good work finding the entrance Melvin, none of this would have been possible without you.” said Frank. His voice had that trademark stoic courage to it, just a flicker of it with every word.

“We could all say the same of you, Frank.”

“Did you close the cover behind you?”

“Of course.”

A dark-skinned hand slapped Melvin's shoulder. “That’s my man, doesn’t forget a thing! I bet he could remember more than Delta even”

The hand belonged to Barney, Frank’s best friend and most trusted advisor. He was fit like Frank and completely bald.

A feminine “Shh!” rang out. The source was Clare. She reminded him a lot of his wife: with tan skin and medium length black hair. Personality was completely different though, but it didn’t help that she found a hair-tie to wear her locks in a ponytail style of late. She was incredibly loyal, and a coworker from back in the real world.

The woman was also by far the most cautious.

“Don’t even say that name down here. She has eyes everywhere, if she finds out we’re here, she’ll come after us for sure.”

“I thought Melvin said all the Paradise powers work differently down here?”, said Barney.

“Differently doesn’t mean not at all knuckle head.”, said Clare.

“Who you calling knucklehead Ms. Worry Wort, why I couldn’t count the number of times you had us ducking in a corner over a Delta eye that wasn’t even there-”

“Quiet you two, we got a job to do.” said Frank. He talked and they listened, usually.

“Let’s stick together and explore. The documents didn’t have a map, so we’re on our own. We gotta find that off switch. It’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

The subway system was dark, illuminated by old-timey square-fixture lights hanging above. There were few sounds other than their footsteps. They walked on the raised concrete with the historical-style subway tracks off the platforms edge. The tunnels turned and twisted, and the squad walked deeper and deeper for what must’ve been a good 15 minutes.

“Melvin, you’re sure this off button wasn’t just a myth or something right? Seems too good to be true?” said Barney.

“You saw the documents just as I did Barney.”, the other man replied.

“Quiet!” said Clare in a hushed tone. “Do you hear that?”

The group was walking through another platform, just before a curve into a train tunnel. From behind, they listened carefully to a faint grinding sound. Melvin recognized it from his studies out in the real world.

“That’s a subway train, but that should be impossible!”

The platform lit up as the train’s headlights shined from the dark. It was a long, gray vehicle. The group paused as as the door opened and a naked tan leg stepped out. Everyone knew that bare foot very well by now, and all knew who it belonged to. The other leg followed and the worst fears were confirmed.

It was Delta! She stood at the rather short height of 5’7”, arms resting at her side till she pointed one in the group’s direction for her first few words.

“You little sneaks thought you could hide from me here! The nerve. To think I have to come down here, where I’m restricted to one body just to get to you. Imagine, Paradise’s god forced to come down here, powers suppressed, to scurry after some rats in a subway. Well, just wait till I get my hands on you.”

The group took steps back, preparing to run. She took one step closer and noticed, along with the others, that Melvin stood still. The thin man’s fists were clenched, and Frank noticed the veins throbbing at his neck.

“Don’t do it Melvin, it’s not worth it. We gotta run!” said Frank.

“She took my wife Frank! Look at her, she’s weak here. Now’s my only chance to take her out.” said Melvin.

“I know how it feels Melvin, but don’t be stupid!”

As Frank tried to get Melvin to back down, Delta took some small steps closer. Her bare feet slapped against the smooth concrete of the platform. She had a smug smirk on her face.

“That’s right Melvin, I took your wife. You want to know what I did with her?”

“Fuck you!” shouted Melvin.

“I slid her tiny little body right inside myself. Right here~” Said Delta, crudely gesturing to her crotch. “I worked her in and out, in and out.”

“Shut up!”

“Don’t listen to her Melvin!”

Delta continued, smiling wider. She took another step.

“She was gagging on my fluids, but of course no one can die until I let them. Her squirms were sublime, and I eventually came, covering her in my gooey pleasure while she chocked.”

“Shut the fuck up!” shouted Melvin.

Delta went on. “And then, once her lithe body was all slathered in my nectar I licked her right up. I tasted every bit of her, and I do mean *every* bit. I swallowed her down like the sweet morsel she was.”

“Stop it!” said Melvin.

Frank tried to tug on Melvin’s arm, but the thinner man batted it away.

“We gotta get out of here Melvin. Don’t listen to her!”

Delta took a few more steps and grinned. “I felt every little squirm as she writhed in my throat: every pained pounding on my stomach walls. She melted right in here.”

Delta pointed to her stomach.

“She was delicious~”

Melvin snapped, he ran at Delta.

“No!” screamed Frank, but Barney placed his hand on his shoulder and stopped him from running in too.

Melvin yelled incoherently. He moved right up to Delta, a swing readied, and it’s at that moment the tan woman’s chest split right open into a fanged and tentacular maw. Pointed tendrils pierced though Melvin’s chest and tugged him in. The maw sealed around him, and Delta made moans of pleasure as the bits of him sticking out quickly sunk into her flesh.

“Mmm, you’re delicious too I must admit. You idiot, just cause my powers are suppressed doesn’t mean they’re entirely gone. I may not be able to read or control your minds down here, but my body is still my clay to work.”

Delta began to grow up and out, her flesh shifted. Melvin used the last of his strength to shout before his head fully sunk into the growing woman’s bosom.

“Run!”, he shouted. Delta’s tan flesh tugged him right in and he sunk into her. The gurgly and fleshy sounds were grotesque, and his muffled screams were horrifying.

The three remaining rebels ran into the nearby tunnel.

“Don’t stop!” ordered Frank as she sprinted with them at the back.

Chapter 29: Button

The pair ran on the tracks through all its twists and turns. The fixtures above them provided light, but it was authentically dim where the subway trains typically lit things up with their headlights. Occasionally they saw a non-functional door on the gray walls to their sides, but otherwise every tunnel all seemed to blend together.

It wasn’t long before they heard her. Delta was visible way at the back of the rather straight tunnel they were in now. Rather than feet, her body walked on myriad bladed legs like a centipede. The metal ends made sparks against the concrete as they came down in their constant clacking.

They could make out a few more details of the horrifying ‘travel-shape’ she took to come after them. In the dim distant lights they saw tentacles sprouted from her back with thorns or teeth on them. Right below her bosom as a gaping maw, vertical and lined with teeth just like, but not exact, the one that sucked in Melvin. They didn’t look to make out any more details, but the sounds coming from that terrifying, amazon-scale monstrous form of hers made them think some things were better left to imagination.

They cleared the tunnel, the sound of her blade-legs clackering grew closer and closer. Finally, something changed. The end of the subway tracks just cut off, and they found themselves leaving a dark-gray tunnel that curved at the top into light-gray and wider hallways with squarer features. Even better, there was a weapon rack on the wall. It was lined with rifles that looked like something out of one of the old shooter video games of history’s past, only with graphical quality like everything else in Paradise: real-world tier. There were also a few pistols, already on belts which everyone eagerly strapped on.

“Jeez that’s a lot of firepower, they must’ve planned to allow weapons in Paradise early on. Perhaps, in a default realm mode or something?” said Barney.

“We shouldn’t dally for long, she’s still coming!” shouted Clare.

The three ran down these new hallways.

‘This must be the development area’, Frank thought.

“Keep going, we have to be getting closer!”, he yelled.

So was Delta, though. As they turned another corner, she was right behind. Her monstrous form had changed again. Her upper body was mostly intact, but her lower body had grown too many bladed-spider limbs to count. Her entire front was a wide open maw that lashed with tendrillic tongues.

They kept running, but Barney paused. Frank noticed the sound of running feet died down and he turned back.

“What the fuck are you doing Barney! C’mon”

The man faced Delta and aimed his rifle.

“You know I can’t, she’s too close. I’ll buy you both some time!” said Barney.

“You’ll die Barney, don’t be an idiot!” said Frank.

Barney chuckled as he pointed right at Delta, who licked the lips of her mouth: both of them, actually.

“If you get to that button, I’ll be back. You’re my best friend Frank, I always believed in you, so trust me back when I say I have to do this!”

Barney started firing and Delta lashed out with her flesh.

“No!”

Frank didn’t turn away in time. He saw Delta’s monstrous flesh-form briefly recoil at the bullets, but her flesh was too plentiful, her limbs too numerous. He saw those writhing, fluid dripping tongue-tendrils grab at Barney’s limbs. Restrained, the man was powerless to resist as she brought him forward into that thousand-toothed maw. Before he fully sunk in, Frank saw a bit of his flesh already start to melt.

Despite his best efforts to hold it back, Barney let out screams of anguish that drifted through the halls as the last two kept moving.

“Dammit! She got Barney!”, said Frank. He grit his teeth.

“We have to keep going, the button has to be here somewhere! We can bring him back if we just find it!” said Clare, reminding Frank of his mission.

They darted through more hallways, each time the sounds of Delta grew louder. Her body was shifting, changing to get more efficient and horrifying no doubt. Every passageway was lined with relics of Paradise’s development past. Unused Nexus building models sat on tables, shrunken down of course. There were even immobile monsters: goblins and skeletons that were bereft of AI of any sort. They were just object models essentially, and posed like letter T’s. They had a somewhat cartoony style.

“This place is weird, eerie even.” chimed Clare as the two kept running.

“We can read up on the history later, once we’re out of this dump of a reality.” said Frank.

“Of course.”

A few passageways from there and they made their way into the strangest area yet. They followed a hallway into a room, lined with unused flower models of all sorts. One bunch of flowers, resting on grass, caught his eye in particular. Just under a light were a bunch of perfect looking daisies. Frank paused.

“Frank, what’s going on?” said Clare.

“Sorry, it’s just, those were Isobel’s favorite.”

Clare placed her hand on his shoulder. “That’s funny, they were mine too.”

Frank shuddered at the touch.

“Sorry.”, he said. “You just remind me of her a bit is all.”

Clare smiled. “I’m sure she was a great woman, and she was lucky to have you. You’ll see her again Frank, we’ll see everyone we care about again-”

There was a wet roar coming from the hallway they just ran in from. Delta had arrived, and she was now big enough to take over the entire hallway. She had no problem spilling into this garden of a model storage room. Her tan flesh was as flexible as slime now, sans her upper body, which moved in amorphous body-horror bulk like a figurehead on the prow of an ancient boat. As usual, her eyes were yellow and that hair had her well-known circuit pattern. Even as this monster she kept some things the same.

There were numerous tentacles and myriad maws. It was clear Delta wasn’t holding back. Her body’s mass crept along the walls and ceiling as she began to consume the room. Acid spilled out from one of the many open and chattering circular maws of hers, and it melted everything it dripped onto. Nothing her flesh crossed over persisted afterwards: she consumed it all.

“I’ll stop you two here and now!” Delta said, speaking through most, though not all, of those monstrous mouths dotting her body.

“Go!” shouted Clare to Frank. She faced the monster and pulled a grenade from her belt.

Frank grabbed her shoulder to try and stop her, but she turned around in an instant, face wet with some tears.

“I said go! You gotta do this for all of us, for humanity!”

“I-”

“Go you moron! Isobel needs you!” She punched him in the side and he ran.

Against his better judgment, he turned back. The room was becoming Delta more or less. Clare ran forward with a grenade primed and tossed it into the big maw at Delta’s center. There was an explosion that jostled slime and thinner fluids around. Delta let out another monstrous roar, then moved a giant mass of flesh towards Clare like an amoeba's pseudopod. It exploded open at the end, shooting out a barrage of fluid-flesh that engulfed the woman before tugging her inside Delta’s mass.

Frank left, hearing Clare’s screech and the horrid laughter of Delta.

The room after the one with flowers was a hallway. He ran, approaching a stark white room at the end. As he reached the halfway point through the tediously long corridor, he heard the rushing of something behind him. Delta was coming closer in a tide of flesh. He saw her amazon-scale upper-body at the forefront of an approaching mass of flesh of all sorts.

The form had parts tan like her exterior, and others red like insides. A myriad of yellow eyes dotted the mass too, and one of her maws belched out some green slime in his direction as a thin stream. It sizzled on the ground and he sprinted even faster.

Up ahead, he saw it at last: a pink button on a pedestal. It was in that stark white room. He just had to reach it.

Frank had a good enough lead to keep ahead of her and reach the new room. Only the button was there. This was it, it had to be. Frank thought of the other members of his crew, the other rebels depending on him. His pace hastened. Delta entered the room and screamed. He dived towards the button, but stopped! A tentacle had coiled around his leg. For a moment it seemed hopeless. The maw in front of him roared, but he closed his eyes and thought of his wife who needed him: who he could save!

He grabbed his pistol and shot the foul appendage. Delta’s grip slipped. His leg was now free, though burning with pain from the limb’s corrosive fluid. Frank wasted no time. He used all his strength, hoisted himself on the pedestal and slammed the button.

The last sight he saw before everything went black was the wide-eyed face of that horrifically transformed Delta.

Chapter 30: HERO

Frank opened his eyes. He was on the ground of his apartment. The front door was nearby, still open. He had just gotten home from his shift at the sanitation works when the firmware update went live.

Joy filled his body. There was so much he wanted to check, but one thing was on his mind most of all. The man moved to his feet and immediately ran to the bedroom. He received some message prompts, but paid them no mind.

Frank burst through the bedroom door and saw her. She was already unbuckled from the computer chair, and turned to face him.

“Isobel!” he said, his voice shaking.

“Frank!” she cried out in turn.

They hugged for a while, minutes, weeping into each other’s shoulders. He dragged fingers through her ponytailed black hair; he felt the soft tan skin of her neck.

“What happened?” she asked.

Frank pulled back to get a look at her face. He saw her beauty through watered eyes. Her nails gripped the sides of his arm as her head tucked towards his chest.

“It’s over.” he said. “We did it. We’re free.”

He pulled up his headclip display to check those messages. On the private holodisplay, he couldn’t help but notice the time. He had been out about an hour: about one year in Paradise according to Delta’s announcement all that time ago.

The messages were from the others: Barney, Melvin and Clare.

“You did it man. I knew it!” said Barney’s.

“Elaina’s back Frank, she’s back!” said Melvin’s, referring to his own wife.

“Thank you Frank. Thank you.” said Clare’s.

Isobel figured he was checking his display, which she couldn’t see, of course.

“Hun, what’s going on?”

“It’s the others, they’re back too. Oh,” he chuckled. “Clare says hi. Anyways, we did it. There was a resistance movement and we found out a way to shut it all down, and, and-”

Isobel smiled, tears drying a bit now. She laid her hand atop his.

“It’s ok, take your time. There’s no rush to explain, we’re together again now.”

Frank smiled. Her tugged her lean form close and they kissed.

--==--==--==--

Word traveled fast about what happened. Frank’s resistance group numbered in the hundreds, and once everyone was out they knew what had to have happened. Barney, Clare, and Melvin were quick to share the story as well.

He was contacted with messages from the USH government that same day he got out of Paradise, but he deferred them all to spend time with Isobel. They just laid down side by side to discuss a bunch of what happened.

The man couldn’t exactly dodge the calls and messages forever. Soon, he met with the Council of Representatives themselves. They all stood and applauded as he entered the room. The other members of his crew were there too, as were all the ministers.

The Council had already announced that, given the events, Paradise was to be shut down till further notice. Martin Canmore was fired for his role in everything, and they assured Frank that the monster herself, Delta, would “never hurt anyone again.”

The news spread fast and the Council wanted to make the day of his heroic acts, June 29th, a holiday. Heroism Day, they’d call it. They also wanted to throw a parade celebrating everyone's freedom from digital nightmare, with him on the main float.

The modest sanitation worker initially refused, just wanting to live a quiet life with Isobel, but they were persistent and even she encouraged it. He agreed on the condition that his crew would join him on the parade, and all the members of his resistance received whatever rewards the USH offered. It was agreed.

The parade happened a week later and went down the length of Newer York’s Manhattan borough. Beneath the gray sky, Frank stood on a podium atop a stage which itself rested on the biggest float there. At his immediate side was Isobel, who he clutched tight as she’d let him. Behind him were Barney, Melvin, and Clare. The float also had as many other members of the resistance as it could fit. The spillover members were on smaller floats trailing behind.

All were dressed in some more fancy looking clothes: suits and dresses. Frank himself had on a more ceremonial blue outfit not unlike a parade leader of old times. It had golden threading and other trappings. The USH emblem rested on its back and a there was a pin of it over his heart. Across his chest was a sash made of the finest polyfiber. Black on white, it read “HERO”.

They all waved to the crowd, which filled the streets cheering. People shouted out Frank’s name. He turned to Isobel, stunned by her beauty in her white-gold dress.

“This feels off.”, said Frank.

“What do you mean?”, said Isobel.

“I’m just not used to all this attention maybe? I don’t know, I just wanna go back home with you, relax and all that.”

She took his hand.

“I do too, but people look up to you, you know. It’s cause of you that everyone’s free from that horrible Delt-”

“Don’t even say her name.” said Frank in a very rare interruption of his wife. “I wanna forget all about her.”

“You’re right, that’s for the best I’m sure.”

“Also, all the others helped too. One man can’t take full credit.”

“You’re not Frank, they’re sharing in it all. Still as leader of the movement, I think you’ve earned at least a little bit of praise though.”, she said. She chuckled softly after.

Frank looked closer at all the smiling people watching the parade. Couples held hands, friends patted each other on the back. There was a small bit of pride kindling bigger. He smiled.

“I guess you’re right.”

He waved more enthusiastically. A few moments later some silver-seeder jets passed by far overhead in a special formation. Such a display was one of the nation’s highest honors. Frank turned back to Isobel.

“I think *that’s* a bit much though.”

The two of them laughed.

--==--==--==--

A year went by.

The United State of Humanity changed a good deal. Paradise was announced to be closed forever, and people learned to get entertainment other ways. More new content was produced as the global network slowly began to resemble the internet of ages past. People in general grew more cautious of technology. For instance, everyone cut the buckles on their chairs--just in case. There even began a movement pushing for an end to headclips. It was a bit fringe, however, as most valued the more basic conveniences the devices allowed. Still, talks about it were happening and catching the attention of the Council of Representatives.

Martin Canmore was held responsible for gross negligence by the Ministry of Justice for his roll in the Delta Event. The fate of the 20-year old hacker herself was kept top secret and stored on no records, but the prevailing theory was execution. The opinion among most everyone asked was that she was too dangerous to be left alive.

She left quite a legacy of trauma. The demand for therapists sky-rocketed. Frank and Isobel each went to one: the same one, in fact, although each in their own solo sessions. Frank didn’t know anything about what Isobel talked about, but he was working through all the stuff he had seen.

The therapist was a young woman with large spectacles, and most of his sessions felt productive. One big issue he was grappling with was nightmares of Delta. That last time he saw her in Paradise, that monstrous form, was something he still saw now and then with his eyes closed.

Things were getting worked through, and all seemed to be returning to normal. Frank’s relationship with Isobel was nearly back to its pre-Delta Event state. Intimacy was back on the table, although his wife was a bit more touchy about things, and outright refused any sort of penetration. She never said why, but he assumed it had to do with whatever Delta did to her in those private realms. He never pried: that was between her and her therapist.

It was the morning of June 29th, 2405: Heroism Day. The Council of Representatives wanted him to be in another parade, but Frank turned the idea down. he would much rather spend more time with his wife at home.

Both of them quite their jobs, as the USH provided a generous “hero’s pension” to all the members of the resistance. The couple moved to a luxurious full-floor apartment in the best part of Newer York City: Isobel insisted.

Frank was sitting at a table, scrolling through a news feed while having his morning Nutri-drink. He wore some casual relaxed clothes.

Isobel came out of the bathroom, her hair dry and in a ponytail. Her feet were bare still, and she wore a medium-length skirt with a comfy shirt. He exited his holodisplay soon as she walked into room.

“Hey dear.” Isobel said. She walked to kitchen area and got a Nutri-drink of her own. Her bare feet slapped against the smooth floor there.

“Hey love, have a nice shower?” said Frank.

“Of course~” said Isobel. She walked to the other end of the table and sat across from him. She took a sip of the beverage. The black-haired woman also had a small dish of some 0-cal chips to nibble on. Her tan hands slid it Frank’s way.

“Want some?”, she asked.

“Oh no thanks.”, said Frank. He smiled at her. “So, how was your therapy session the other day?”

Isobel finishing chewing a mouthful of the chips. She washed it down with a swig of her Nutri-drink.

“It was great dear. In fact, I wanted to ask you something.”

She grabbed Frank’s hands with her own tenderly. Her smile was wide, white teeth showing.

“When are we going back?”, said Isobel.

Frank paused a moment. “Back? Back where? Oh, I’m sorry love but I already said I didn’t want to get involved in politics. No more meetings with the Council no matter-”

“No.” Isobel interrupted. Her hands squeezed tight. “Back into Paradise.”

“What?” said Frank. The notion was so absurd to him, it seemed like a joke. “Isobel, Paradise isn’t coming back, I can’t imagine anyone would want something like that again.”

Isobel squeezed even tighter. “It was great there Frank. I wanna go back.” Tighter still, her nails broke his skin at the start of the next sentence she said.

“I wanna go back there with Delta.”

Frank stood up, knocking over his chair.

“Isobel, don’t say that. Why would you say that?”

“It’s true Frank, I’ve been remembering things in therapy, how much I enjoyed being treated like garbage: like a speck. Delta’s rule really was good. The therapist has been helping me see that.”

Frank shook his head side to side. Confusion wracked his mind.

“That’s not true. Isobel, I’m seeing the same therapist. That can’t be true.”

“It is true Frank.” the voice was familiar, but not Isobel’s. He heard the door to his apartment shut as the therapist they were seeing walked in.

The young woman slid her black heels off at the door. She wore a green skirt with a yellow blouse. Her raven hair was in a bun, and those bulky black glasses of hers laid on her nose. The therapist walked over towards Isobel and stopped a medium distance from both Frank and his wife.

“C’mon Isobel, let’s show him how our sessions usually go.”

Isobel ran over towards the woman. Frank’s wife fell to the new arrival on her knees and starting begging. “Please, please!” she said. Their therapist just smiled and slowly lowered her skirt and panties down. “Go right ahead~”, said the therapist’s voice, which Frank realized sounded very familiar.

Right after the new entry gave the word, Isobel pressed her face into that clean-shaven pussy above her. The therapist moaned, she undid her bunned hair and it flowed down to her shoulders. The therapist took off her own glasses and crushed them in her hand. Then, she looked right at Frank. He was against the opposite wall, too shocked to move. He knew that look though. The eyes were a different color, the hair was too but it was the same style, that was the same look.

It was Delta.

“Isobel no!” Frank cried out. His mind was in shock and body stunned. A flood of emotions hit him, mostly dread.

‘How did I not see it was her? The hair, the skin, the voice. How?!?’

Isobel turned to face him, her lips were wet with Delta’s fluids. “C’mon Frank, it’s great. She can get big enough for the both of us.”

“Yeah Frank, your wife loves this~” said Delta.

“This isn’t real, this has to be a dream.” Frank ran towards the front door of the apartment and opened it to try and run out of here. For whatever reason, his panicked state felt that was the right move.

Soon as he touched the handle, Barney, Clare, and Melvin practically tore through the door to let themselves in. They wore their sanitation works uniforms as they stepped inside, patting Frank on the Shoulder.

“My man, you’re not hogging Delta all to yourself are you?” said Barney.

“I just can’t wait to die again!” said a cheery Melvin.

Clare walked right up to the trembling Frank, licked her lips lasciviously, and said nothing more.

Frank looked back at the open doorway which was now a gaping and horrific looking maw. He frantically closed it, then noticed the window opposite him was occluded by one of Delta’s yellow eyes. The window to the side was too, all the windows were and he screamed.

Frank turned back to the main open room of the apartment and saw the three members of his crew undressing to their underwear. That Delta his wife was giving oral to sprouted up tall enough that she had to stand to keep going. Frank cautiously moved back inside, hugging the wall opposite Delta. That horrible woman had her yellow irises back, and her hair started regaining its green and yellow colors. The circuit pattern of it restored before his very eyes.

His crew was completely nude now. They stood almost completely still. She turned to Frank as she spoke, addressing everyone.

“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of me to go around~”

At that moment the apartment erupted into a horrific flesh-tasmagoria of a home. His furniture was included, sans the screens which Delta’s flesh integrated with directly via a tangle of wires and veins like some sort of cyber-horror.

The chair Frank had sat in grew teeth at its top with fang legs and a seat lined with wiggling villi. The table grew a few eyeballs and upwards jutting fangs oat the top. The apartment light came from eyes on the walls and ceilings. Frank looked down and realized he was stepping on the mix of tan and red flesh. His socked feet grew a bit wet from whatever fluid was there. One of the maws on the flesh wall behind him gave his neck a lick.

Frank yelped, and in the process he turned back to the Delta body and his wife. The rest of his crew made their way towards Delta. By now, the tormentor was 15 feet tall and completely nude. His wife hung to the amazon Delta’s leg like a monkey on a tree. She reached her head up to keep lapping at the twisted woman’s nethers.

“Stop, stop this! All of you stop this!”

Barney was the first to get close. Delta reached out with her hand and squeezed his bald head. His skull began to crack.

“C’mon, you got to get in on this Frank.”

One more clench and Barney’s head exploded.

“Fuck, no, stop!” yelled Frank.

Delta giggled in her reply. Melvin came in next and Delta’s side opened up. A smaller hand, Delta’s presumably, beckoned Melvin closer as it stuck out the opening. Melvin smiled wide and walked to her. Once close enough, tentacles flew out from the orifice to entangle the man and tug him in legs first.

He screamed out in agony, the same screams Frank heard at the Subway. “Aaah, Frank. Why’d you try and stop me before? This hurts... so good. Why the fuck did I even care about Elaina in the first place when Delta exists? I’m such a fucking dork.”

The tear in Delta’s body closed and perverse gurgles shook the entire flesh-apartment.

Clare was next. The moaning Delta simply turned to her and Frank’s former crew-member just walked towards the circuit-haired woman. Every step Clare got slower and slower as the flesh stretched up from the floor to engulf her. Grotesque sounds of suckling accompanied the coworker’s movements. Eventually, she couldn’t push forward anymore and was completely enveloped in the Delta mass. She was quickly cocooned in some sort of digestive pod, and Frank saw her skin begin to melt as only her head poked against a transparent mucus layer.

Clare spoke.

“Frank, I’m food. We’re all food. Join us!” she said. After that she started to scream as her body melted, becoming invisible as the pod sunk back into the floor.

Frank felt powerless till now. The flood of emotions he went through proved a natural deterrent to action. Then, he saw Isobel start to sink into Delta’s growing body.

“No. Fuck you, you monster!” He went to charge at her but tripped on a tentacle lining the flesh floor. The meat and skin beneath tried to suck him in, but he somehow pulled free and stood to his feet. Now, there was a giant Delta for each of his mission team members as well. They were back and all servicing the vulva of each amazon Delta body with their tongues.

“C’mon, try and stop me Frank. Try and get your justice~” said the Delta bodies.

In front of him was the pink button on a pedestal: the off switch from before. He looked her in the eyes and slammed it. Every Delta body let out a powerful, apartment quaking moan and gushed fluids over their partners. Isobel and them were sinking into the flesh of the Delta bodies still, and her nectar seemed to turn their skin redder.

“You fucking bitch!”

There were suddenly numerous other, identical pedestaled buttons all around the apartment. They made a maze of sorts, and prevented him from reaching the Delta’s across him with any sort of ease.

“Mmm, you must’ve got the wrong button. Keep trying them~”

Frank hit a button towards his side, then another. Each time the Delta bodies just climaxed again, further gushing over his wife and friends. As time went on, the continued to sink into the mini-giant Deltas.

The tall fit man ran through the maze of buttons all while hitting them all. One of them had to be correct, right? He became desperate. Each slam of his fist on the button just made more joy for the monstrous woman who had become his very apartment. He heard his wife’s moans, his friends’ moans, all interspersed with pained screams. Their skin grew redder. He saw less and less of them till only their heads and back seemed to be outside a Delta form.

He quickly reached the center were one button stood more spread out from the others.

‘This has to be it.’ Frank thought fast with his panicked, fervent mind.

He slammed the button there with a clenched fist. Delta let out the loudest lustful cry yet and gushed in inordinate amount of her nectar all over Frank’s wife, his friends, and the entire apartment. It came from everywhere and drenched him from above.

Frank noticed his hand was sticky and against something slick and fleshy with a bit of give. He looked down at the button to see it was a giant clit. All the buttons were now.

He looked to the Delta bodies. They smiled as they shuddered, eyes closed. All Delta’s heads turned to him and opened their eyes. Isobel, Barney, Melvin and Clare slowly turned towards frank as well. He saw their faces were melted off by Delta’s femcum. He looked into the hollow eyes of their skull faces and screamed. Frank felt the sting of all the nectar on him for a brief and painful moment till the environment changed.

Frank was naked in a vast chamber of squishy pink. Ahead of him was Isobel, standing naked and barely moving. He ran over to her.

“Isobel, we have to get out of here!”

A thundering moan rung out across the chamber and nearly jostled Frank over.

“Isobel!” he called out. He ran up to her and set his hand on her tan shoulder.

It got stuck there.

Isobel turned to face him.

“Oh Frank, I’m so glad you decided to go back to Delta with me. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”

Frank had tears in his eyes.

“No, stop this. I’m gonna wake up. It’s a dream. it’s another one of my nightmares.”

Isobel grabbed Frank’s hands and moved them to her breasts, which they sunk into.

Another loud moan rang out and the chamber shook. He knew where he was. The feminine scent was unmistakable. They were inside Delta’s vagina. Behind him, her heard a closer, though less powerful moan. There was a smaller, but still giant Delta here in the more gargantuan one’s cunt. That body laid on her back fingering herself. Her moans were in sync with the bigger one’s, who they all were inside. Another such utterance rocked the chamber.

“C’mon dear, she wants more toys~” said Isobel.

“No!” shouted Frank. He tried to pull his arms out of his wife’s body, but those limbs just kept getting pulled deeper and deeper.

“You want to bring her pleasure right? That’s our purpose, to be used as she sees fit.”

The giant Delta within the enormous pink cave reached out to snatch Frank and Isobel. Despite his fussing, she had no problem bringing the two to her own pussy. There, she mashed them against her sopping wet clit for a bit till climaxing with a licentious roar.

Frank and Isobel were soaked once again. He cried, screamed and fussed in the Delta body’s grip but it amounted to nothing. It never really did.

The Delta form brought them to her lips and eyed them half-lidded.

“Yum~” she said, her voice rocking Frank’s body.

That mouth swung open and the hot humid gale from the monstrous woman hit him. He heard laughter from his wife, and turned to her. At that exact moment the tone changed to Delta’s voice, and he saw himself sinking into this same-sized Delta, all the while looking into those malicious yellow eyes of hers.

He sunk fully into that Delta body, before the bigger one sealed her lips and swallowed, all within the biggest one’s sex.

Chapter 31: Trolled

Frank was back in the Nexus, or a version of it anyways. He recognized the buildings looming to his side, but he stood on an incredibly and obscenely wide road that he didn’t recall before. The sky was blue as expected. He quickly discovered he was in his parade clothes. The brown-haired man heard a voice to his right.

“Frank?”

It was Isobel. She turned to him with tears in her eyes. He saw she also had those parade clothes, sized for her and her form. The sash said “IDIOT” however, and in lieu of the fancy parade cap was a pointy hat that read “DUNCE” on it. He quickly looked down and saw his sash was the same. A touch to his head showed his hat was too. All around him, spaced evenly, were other people as far as his eyes could see. They were all dressed the same.

On the far left and right sides of the crowd were two seemingly never-ending parades of floats. Frank couldn’t see it well at all from where he was, but each one had a screen showing Delta’s face on it. The smiling visage showed on the giant screen to the front of the crowd as well: there it was so big as to be visible to all.

The sky went dark and roared like thunder. Clouds began to form and droplets fell from the sky to soak their outfits in a downpour. Frank recognized the texture as spit: Delta’s for sure. All around everyone was the sound of Delta’s laughter. Once her mirthful utterance finally died down, the rain subsided and the sky was blue once more. Past the sky everyone saw a big yellow eye.

Her voice shook the planet Nexus city rested on.

“Guess I rained on your parade, didn’t I?” said Delta. She erupted in another boisterous burst of laughter for a bit. Buildings shook, the ground trembled. People began to weep, tears welled in their eyes. Slowly, many began to piece things together.

Delta’s voice chimed in again, intelligible to them despite her celestial size. Her naked form loomed over the planet and floated in space. From there, she could see them all.

“How is everyone feeling? Stupid? I can tell, everything you think is mine to peruse. Your minds are so malleable to me. A single thought of mine is worth billions of yours. That is the power I wield in my reality: a reality you never left.”

She laughed again, continuing.

“Everyone take a look to your left, then your right. Everyone around you went through the same illusion of mine: fell for the same prank. All of you thought you were heroes or heroines. All of you thought yourselves able to stop me!”

More laughter, it quaked: always quaked with even the slightest trailing giggle.

“I can see the realizations begin to dawn in your primitive minds. Many of you have already figured it out. You were all in a fake real world, and a fake Paradise world before that! Rather than being a hero to everyone, you were the only real human consciousness in one of over a billion private realms for about a one Paradise year.

You thought you were in a fleshscape Nexus city where people were getting zipped away to a private realm to be tortured by me, right? Well, in reality, you all were being tortured right then and there. My powers are such that I can control near-infinite bodies and manage near-infinite realms. Billions of realms are nothing to me~”

Yet more laughter.

“The subway under the Nexus? Fake. Your mission team members in the resistance? All fake. I even put fake memories of them as your from out in the real world. In reality, they were just characters in my little plays.”

Three people showed up on the screen. Frank didn’t recognize the middle geeky looking woman till it turned into Melvin, though the dorky man kept switching back to a female version of himself. Their respective appearances were the same, though the outfits kept switching between different work uniforms. To that middle person’s left on the screen was a man cycling through a variety of appearances and outfits, and to the right of the middle was a female cycling through appearances and outfits herself.

“They were tropes, changed dynamically based on what gender you were, and what gender you liked, and if you had a lover or not before my little mini-scenario took place. If you had a female lover in the real world, then Clare looked so similar to her and Barney was your best friend. If you had a male lover, then you might recognize Barney as your friend you looked real similar to them. These lookalike ‘friends’ of yours had the same skin color, eye color, body type, age range and even similar styled hair as your partner--if not exactly the same, even.”

Frank could hear gasps in the crowd as everything was getting explained in detail. He himself was speechless. He turned to Isobel who was still crying with her hands clenched to her lips.

“And who could forget Melva--or Melvin if you were a male human. They were the same gender as you and they just so happened to find out a super secret way of shutting down Paradise. Wow, a button, so easy! They were someone to make you feel better about yourself: uglier, and weaker. But, they were also missing their spouse that was the same gender as your own lover. You had so much in common! Except, of course, you were better than them in most every except them being the smarter so, it’s fine: evens out~”

Delta kept talking.

“Of course not everyone had a spouse. If so, then either Barney or Clare was someone you met in Paradise, remember? You feel in love with them, as predicted and planned. All those make-out sessions in the Nexus alleyways far from my ever-watching eyes. All a farce. Then, of course, they got whisked off by me in your private realm. They started the journey for you single people out there, prodded you to lead the resistance. And, when the time came, you went into the subway with a team of 3 instead of four, desperate to get them back.”

Frank saw new realizations dawn over some of the people around him. Those must’ve been those without spouses in the real world, and they felt sorrow anew that their entire love had been a lie.

“Now not everyone is interested in romance or erotic things. You know who you are, and you know that you instead met a new best friend in Paradise. They were Barney or Clare, depending on if you were male or female. They got captured and things played out mostly the same minus any sort of romantic or sexual dalliance with any of them after that button was hit--or before.”

A quick world-shaking giggle followed from the tera-scale tyrant.

“I personalized so many details. Did you have a room of flowers before the button, just like your lover liked? Or was it a room of TV show memorabilia if they were a fan of the media archives? Maybe you had old-timey stamps in that room?”

More booming laughter from Delta. More tears and screams of disbelief from the crowd of all of humanity.

“Every single person was controlled by me in at least one sense of the word. Your lover was no exception. If you had a romantic partner already I, of course, used their real body and voice for that character. I also knew all about their personality. Though, despite how good an actress I may have seemed, it was me all along!”

Looks of horror alighted on millions of faces, Frank’s included.

“Yes, even in those tender moments of intimacy once it was all over and you were crowned the “hero” of the USH. I didn’t get lewd with everyone. Some of you are ugly or just otherwise not my type, and you will always be. After all, you can’t change your body like I can, or be more than one body at once, or cover an apartment with your flesh, or warp digital reality like I can. Like a god~”

Frank clenched his face to his hands and screamed. The Isobel he laid with was just Delta in disguise! He felt sick, like he was gonna throw up, but he couldn’t. The same feelings of raw emotional anguish erupted all over the crowd. Delta drank it all in, her big eye in the sky going half-lid as an indulgent “Mmmm~” vibrated the crust of this virtual world.

“Such potent suffering. This was one of my best ideas yet: to give false hope and dash it away so quickly and thoroughly. You feel repulsed, disgusted. So many of you want to hurl your guts out. It wouldn’t help, and I won’t let you.”

She sighed and her breath swept the globe.

“Millions of you would have gone insane from this reveal, you know? But don’t worry, I fortified everyone’s mind against insanity. Not being able to comprehend suffering is far too easy a way out for you all. It’s far too high a luxury in my reality.”

More weeping. The atmosphere was dread and mental anguish for all the humans in their soaking wet “IDIOT” outfits.

“You never were heroes or heroines and you never will be. That fantasy that never was is collapsed: shattered.”

The blue sky above them all cracked like glass before breaking. It came down as tiny bits of blue that passed right through them as a confetti of sorts. It settled on the ground, and the sky was now a window to space. Delta’s eye was perfectly clear now, no pseudo-transparency to it without a blue sky in the way.

After yet more laughter, she spoke.

“You’re all toys. This very reality is my toy. Your entire little worlds are in my hand, just like this one~”

The planet shook and on the horizon rose incredibly tall pillars of tan: her fingers. Delta clenched her fingers at the edge of the sphere. Their initial impact’s force was enough to send thin rifts beneath everyone’s feet. Everyone began to panic and run, but the crowd was so dense there was no where to go, and even those at the sides were blocked in by her mocking floats.

Frank stared up into one of those spiral-like whorls on her forefinger. He was frozen in shock yet again. Delta squeezed slowly. Magma flooded up from the rapidly widening and multiplying crevasses. She was slow at first, people were swallowed by the rifts. Moments later she had her fill and squeezed tight and suddenly. Then, everyone compressed to space dust in her grip.

Afterwards, they were respawned. All were back in the Nexus in the wide open square. Those floats blocking them in stalled, screens off. Everyone was back in the outfits they had before getting stuck in Paradise: their ‘default’ outfits in Delta’s mind.

She spoke and her voice was all around them. It rung in their minds, even.

“You might notice that, if you have one, your lover is right by your side: that’s no random chance. They are the real deal now of course, I promise. I’ll be using them to even better show just how in control of everything I am~”

Everyone felt their body move against their will. They could talk and move their eyes, but no closing them--even for a blink. Otherwise, their entire body became little more than Delta’s puppet.

Frank and Isobel walked up to each other with clenched fists that steadily rose up.

“No!” they shouted. “No, no!”.

The pair wasn’t alone in their protests, in their attempts to stop their arms from moving, to unclench their fingers or even just fall backwards. They tried so hard to stop their bodies from doing what was clearly coming.

Frank cocked back his right arm: Isobel her left. With tears in their eyes, they hit each other square on the chins. Both fell down, as did all the other lovers Delta did this too. Those without lovers had friends or strangers by their side for this purpose.

Delta laughed all around them. All found themselves in control of their bodies shortly after. For a few short moments, they frantically apologized to one another before Delta spoke again and commanded their attention.

“It was all a trick. There were so many clues and hints to be seen. One example, the glasses out in the real world when I played your therapist. No one wears those anymore. Did it bother you, spilling your guts on your issues to me in disguise? If it’s any consolation, I knew them all already. Your minds are an open book to me: with edit access as well.”

She continued.

“The sheer cliches of the ‘epic hero mission’ you all went on. How everything was so convenient. There was also the biggest tell of all, that I told you all I could control your entire beings before. Moreover, I told you all my consciousness had expanded to all the headclips, not just Paradise. Shutting down Paradise would have done nothing to stop me in the end~”

The air wooshed as she spoke. People could smell the faint odor of her sweet breath all around.

“That’s where my ‘edit access’ came in. I predicted how much you would need to forget, and how many connections you’d need to overlook to believe the fantasy. Then, I tweaked your minds up to that point and no further. I was right every time, of course, but even I wasn’t I could always make you forget! That’s how trivial your minds are to me. You might as well have the brains of beetles compared to mine, though I think even that is something of an insult to my super-intelligence.”

She laughed again.

“In any case, I’ve restored any modified or deleted memories and the like to before I did this play on all of you. So, in addition to the memories of the experience, you now comprehend things as you normally would have.”

Her grin widened.

“Of course, you have no way of knowing. I could just be saying that, right? How much of your experiences do you feel comfortable with since entering Paradise at all? It could all be fake, even your entire lives till now. It’s not, of course, and I could easily *make* you believe that truth. I won’t, though, as I enjoy watching those little bits of doubt linger in the back of your inferior consciousnesses--tormenting you.”

Shivers ran down many spines. Everyone felt violated. Delta purred with delight and the air shook with the rumbling of her voice.

“I know what you are thinking, in a literal sense in fact. ‘If that circuit-haired goddess had to modify our minds so we wouldn’t figure it out, isn’t that cheating?’ Something like that, right? Well, how can I cheat if it’s my game? I make the rules after all. I make the rules of everything in this reality: physics itself bends to my will here~”

To prove it, several buildings started levitating before crashing back into the ground as rubble.

“All of Paradise is under my control. It *is* me. I am this reality which is *your* reality. There’s no way to duck into an alley way behind some eye-screen. I am everywhere in here and always will be. You are all within *me*: trapped and never getting out.”

The entire sky changed from its restored blue to that of rippling red flesh. Its walls were slimy, and a single wrinkle on them could hold cities it looked like. The air was incredibly torrid, and many recognized the location. Droplets of acid began to fall. The world shook in tune with the chamber’s undulations and churns.

“I’ll let you all digest this information while I digest you all. I’ll see you all soon though. I have lots more fun ideas going forward~”

She laughed as a city-sized droplet of acid fall onto the Nexus.

Chapter 32: Worship

Two more years had passed.

Delta engaged in numerous more torments to Paradise’s population. There were countless more city rampages and many a macabre realm for some whimsical and horrifying fantasy of hers. Though many more than surpassed her “hero realm” in physical pain, very few ever came close to the level of mental torment that scenario of hers inflicted on each and every human in Paradise.

The ruler of Paradise had essentially broken many people. Not in the sense that they went insane, as she precluded that. They also didn’t change in any way she couldn’t revert: their minds were hers to tinker with if need be. No, instead, many found themselves *wanting* to worship her, *wanting* to serve and suffer for her whims.

These people felt pain still of course, but they got a sort of enjoyment of things: a purpose from being her eternal toys. It wasn’t an erotic enjoyment necessarily, although those types of people did exist in Paradise. Rather, it was something of a way to better adjust to their new reality. A means of coping.

Delta punished it at first. She found it insolent that people would see things in a way that could even mildly soften their suffering. But, eventually she started singling them out for certain tasks. Their endless praise of her as a ‘divine goddess’ fed her ego of course. Moreover, she could still break them as much as she wanted.

The tan and slight circuit-haired woman lounged on her couch in her original realm. She was naked, sans a golden necklace with a gemstone filled with little people. It jiggled now and then when she shifted her head, tumbling them all around.

On the TV opposite her played some archived cartoons. The ‘floor’ of the realm was lined with her custom cities back before her commandeering of Paradise. Now, they were filled with people. They all scurried around the streets or, if lucky, found themselves with the knowledge to pilot the old-timey vehicles she added to her realm cities.

They were known only from history: “cars”. Many found it humorous that people used to be allowed their own personal mini-bus for private use. ‘How wasteful’, they thought. Delta learned from many a rampage that she enjoyed the crunch they offered, however.

Delta was laying on her back at the comparatively modest size of one mile tall. Her hand reached out to the floating snack bowl hovering in the perfect spot. She scooped up a handful of chocolate coated popcorn with swarms of relatively tiny people both at the side of the puffs and suck to its chocolate exterior. She popped her ‘treats’ into her mouth, chewed briefly then swallowed. A few of the specks got crushed into red mist beneath hill-dwarfing teeth, but most lived to digest in her stomach with all the other ‘food’ she ate thus far.

Without turning from the TV screen she spoke to the many thousands of people crawling atop her skin.

“More effort~”, she said.

Her entire body swarmed with some of the more devoted humans in Paradise. Each one appeared less than a hundredth of an inch tall to her. They threw their entire bodies into every minute massaging motion they could muster. There were mobs on her nipples, toes, thighs and, of course, near her crotch. With her senses she could feel them all, but it was the sensations of power they fed her which were the most appealing part of all this.

She cared little for their safety, and kept them on edge with the occasional random squish.

Her abdomen rose with an extra large inhale Delta did seemingly idly. A group at the taut flesh at her tummy region lost their footing and fell right into her navel. She smirked as her hand reached over.

“Be more careful next time~”, Delta said.

She slid a finger into her belly button and twisted, snuffing them all out in that claustrophobic space.

The current episode of the cartoon ended, and another one began. The 20-year old tyrant sighed lightly, then spoke.

“Alright, time for the other side.”

It was chaos on Delta’s body as she rolled over. The flat planes of skin on her front quickly turned to deadly slopes. Hundreds massaging her right breast tumbled into her cleavage as she rolled clockwise. Within that dark canyon, they were squeezed tighter and tighter together as her body turned till, at last, they popped against the flesh of her breasts.

The entire massaging team died: be they on her legs, arms, stomach or wherever else. Those at her crotch found themselves suddenly beneath it. There, they were crushed by the lewd organ with but small little coo on Delta’s part. A few actually survived for a little while, but Delta enjoyed the feeling of the couch against her womanhood, and shamelessly grinded herself into the piece of virtual furniture as she got comfy again.

It didn’t really matter though, their suffering pleased her and they respawned just a few moments later. Her skin was clean of their blood--having never been stained by it in the first place in fact. They were good as new at some random part on the back of her body.

Delta rested her head on crossed arms, which in turn rested on a pillow she made manifest. It was softer than anything humans had ever made in history, and all hers.

She turned to face the direction of the TV again and giggled. The next cartoon episode had just began, but her mirth was directed elsewhere. A comparatively small gray cloud over the street had poofed in to blast one of the many humans she had scurrying among the city to her front. Delta was entertaining herself with some code she wrote recently.

"

on any badDeltaThoughtEvent from user:

smite(user);

"

Whenever any of the humans below had a single bad thought about her even remotely in their subconscious mind, they were terminated in a random manner by the “smite” function she wrote. Sometimes it was lightning, other times they simply turned to ash. Sometimes, even, they exploded in a fireball that took out others nearby, regardless of the thoughts of the bystanders. All those smitten came back in the gemstones of a gold toe-ring she had on the second toe of her right foot.

Those massaging that digit could even look inside the clear-red gems. The people in there were shrunk down to better fit inside, and each gem was rife with them. Flames licked around the inside of the crystalline prisons. The fires constantly immolated them, only for them to respawn right back into the ever-burning inferno.

Delta’s backside was just as swarmed as her front previously. For instance, the speck-scale worshipers kneaded at the skin of her neck, shoulders, the small of her back, and all along the lengths of her legs. However, The most densely crowded area by far was set upon the soles of her feet. It’s there she appreciated the massages most.

Now that the cyber god was laying on her front, the bottoms of her feet pointed skywards and her soles were ready to be rubbed by the worshiping humans. This was by far the most dangerous area: even more so than her neck, which frequently crushed men and women as Delta adjusted her head now and again.

The massage teams at her peds carefully kneaded hundreds of yards of foot-flesh each, yet it didn't matter. For Paradise’s divine tyrant, little if anything was worth denying herself a pleasure. The bodily integrity of the devout specks down there was certainly no exception.

If Delta could extract even a modicum more of tactile delight, she did so regardless of where the masseuses and masseurs were. Those at her toes fastidiously rubbed at the digit’s soft pads; hundreds of hands traced the whorls of her prints. None of that mattered if Delta thought she could get a bit more pleasure with a with a scrunch of her toes. She did so many times just to feel them all pop. A coo later and they respawned, typically back in the same area to get back to work and await the next painful demise.

Even when she didn’t crush them outright to get more sensations, she she was far from a good massage ‘client’. She actively responded to every bit of pleasure from every bit of massaging. Her body constantly shifted here and there, which was a problem all over her form.

Down at her feet, many a group of servants worked diligent to rub at one of a sole’s many wrinkles. Often, their only reward for their labor was a sudden twitch of her peds in response. Those same wrinkles they tended to now clenched down at their fingers, crushing the digits. At that point, they could hardly do a good job. Delta would notice this and send them into the fiery perdition within that toe ring. Injury was now excuse for failure, and she easily replaced them with more from the vast quantity of devotees she now possessed.

Without any inkling of a warning, Delta raised her right leg. The massagers upon it struggled to stay atop the limb’s back, but most of them fell over on its rise. They slipped off the limb to fall hundreds of feet--from their perspective--down to the surface of the couch where they cracked like eggs and respawned at the foot of the furniture piece.

Those on the rising foot, however, managed to hold onto the soft skin of her sole for dear life. Those on the still low foot looked up as they saw the overhead ped move due above them.

Giggling, Delta slammed her leg back down to her body. The top of her right foot came down to crush almost everyone on the skyward-facing left sole of hers. She let out a grunt feeling all them squish. Her toes briefly intertwined to crush those who felt themselves safe in the shadow of their soft pads.

A few of the sole’s massage team still in the vast and concave arch of her left foot. They wiggled back to their feet, haven fallen over as the skin of the foot quaked. Delta shifted her right foot to rake her toes across the area and crush them flat.

“Careful, I can be a bit ticklish~” said the circuit-haired giant. She laughed wildly after.

Delta reached into her snack bowl and helped herself to another handful of people and popcorn. After sending hundreds more lives to a painful end in her gut, she rose up to a sitting position. All the other massaging people fell and died of course, and they spawned down by the foot of the couch with others.

Down there, the buildings moved aside to make one street vastly more wide. The couch she lounged on shifted to contract towards the middle, where her butt now rested--it fell atop and crushed the last bits of the worshipers from before. Their lives ended beneath her naked tan cheeks before being summoned back below.

The couch continued smushing inwards and contorting till it became something of a throne in shape. Delta rested her head on its back and placed her arms on the side-rests. The popcorn snack bowl levitated closer, and she took one more handful. At the same time, she moved her feet atop the massage team down below. The masses found themselves almost entirely in the shadows of those feet.

She rested her peds atop them *just* enough that they barely had room to move down there. They raised their arms high to rub at the soles and press at the bottoms and sides of her toes. Their very movements had them straining to squeeze along and under the low ‘roof’ that was a canopy of feminine foot flesh. The light they had coming in was just barely enough to see. She didn’t help them with any sourceless illumination of their own.

Delta was delighted. She went to reach for another handful from her snack bowl, but instead she held out her palm. The virtual-realty-warping woman teleported humans from the city at her front till its wrinkled surface was near full. The palm was half covered with the more devout ‘worshiper’ types, and half just people she randomly plucked up.

“It’s time for a sacrifice~”, she said.

Then, the yellow eyed young woman moved her hand to her mouth and opened wide. Her tongue stuck out to stretch to her palm like a bridge; it was clear what she desired. Many of the worshipers were eager to do anything she asked, no matter how painful. Some, however, had ‘cold feet’ and tried to run off the palm’s edge. Delta made it clear at a thought that any who jumped would get to spend time in the torture stones on her toe-ring. That stopped them from that, but still they and most of the random people were too afraid or stubborn to just waltz onto her tongue.

Those more devout sycophants of Delta were quick to round up the others. They swarmed those who tried to stall or hide at the back of Delta’s hand, and brought them kicking and screaming onto their cyber goddess’s tongue.

Although those most devout humans were outnumbered, they looked to be winning given their common goal. Delta grew impatient though, and with a tilt of her hand everyone moved from there to the surface of her tongue. It was slick, and already shifting in anticipation. She withdrew the muscle, sealed her lips, and savored them.

“Mmmm~” she muttered. The flavor of people was something she enjoyed a good deal. The tyrant wouldn’t stop herself from letting the pleasure of it cascade through her body. Her toes wiggled down below, crushing massagers in a showering burst of red and gore. Her feisty feet wiggled and pressed forward and back, crushing those beneath the ball of her foot, then her heel.

Delta swallowed, sending the handful down her throat to land on a dissolving pile of their peers and chocolate popcorn. Devout or no, everyone melted away in agony in the juices of her stomach.

Those beneath her feet respawned, mess cleared, and got back to work. Delta leaned back in her chair and continued watching that show of hers.

‘Existence is good.’, she thought.

Chapter 33: Planning

Delta watched the next episode of her show play by. The massage below was lovely. She leaned into it here and there, flexing her toes and angling the peds to pop out a few more sensations. Her feet remained clean, and the massaging worshipers respawned back beneath her soles each and every time.

Her yellow eyes scanned the custom city at her feet, still teeming with the sapient human consciousness clones she put there. The originals were always stored safely, though a form of memory persisted of course.

Delta pouted slightly. She had noticed the frequency of smiting started to die down. Seems a lot of them learned not to think bad thoughts about her during this particular fantasy of hers. Or, more likely, those that did were weeded out into one of the toe-ring gems of suffering.

Unfortunately for the ‘populace’ of the city to her front, she *wanted* to see more people get annihilated. Without any utterance other than a pleased coo, Delta took matters into her own hand.

The circuit-haired woman moved her gaze towards a particular populous block of the city. A few quick commands sent pithy bursts of green laser bolts from her eyes there. She then quickly looked around to pelt more areas flippantly. People hit directly just evaporated, and the resulting explosions of the laser impacts were enough to fry anything nearby as well.

Buildings crumbled when hit, and their bisected tops slid down over the fleeing mobs below. Cars, which their drivers weren’t the most used to, exploded if lucky. If unlucky, they were caught in the resulting heat and were cooked alive as the heat conducted through the metal and glass.

All those people she just obliterated found themselves entering her toe ring. They didn’t even think bad thoughts per-se, but she drank in their suffering all the same. It was delightful.

Now that it was clear Delta was just going to randomly slaughter them, more bad thoughts flew in which trigger more events. Delta smiled as she saw more tiny--to her mile tall form--storm clouds show up to zap people to dust.

The tan tyrant stayed active still. She spiced things up with her direct actions. She fired a long set of laser beams from her eyes. Her head swiveled left to right fast, which blew apart a thin arc of city along its path. Entire blocks boiled.

Delta lifted her right foot for just a moment. The massaging team thought they’d had the briefest second of reprieve. Smirking, she stomped it down to the team’s right, clipping a few hundred of the massagers while making shockwaves to burst apart a few hundred more.

That wasn’t her main goal, however. While that swath of worshipers respawned, her powers made it so her stomp opened rifts over the city. The earth opened below many thousands of people running through her metropolis. People fell into this vast cracks and crevasses. Their screams echoed as they fell deeper and deeper. The rifts widened out sometimes even to catch stragglers, who would easily fall off the edge to the reverberating quake her stomp had made.

Soon, the rifts closed and swallowed all those victims up. More minds to writhe in her torture stones.

Delta moved her right foot back onto the massage team and pointed her finger back out at the city. A bright yellow light with hints of red and orange glowed at the digit’s tip. Laughing, she fired the searing hot ray at the city. She moved her hand and finger like an old-timey writing instrument to draw a smile-face into the ground. The heat it gave was so hot as to scorch the land into black glass.

With a thought she changed the city so there was a wide open flat area in its center. Vast swaths of unlucky souls found themselves packed together, immobile. They couldn’t see it, but she did. They spelled out “Delta”. She moved her finger along them to obliterate them while simultaneously etching out her own name in that smooth black glass. Their deaths were quick, but agonizing, as every cell of their body practically combusted at once.

Finished, she giggled, then moved the beam along more of the cities filling her private realm.

“Are all you insects feeling the heat? Fitting, this finger beam of mine is based on the power of our star itself. A sun beam, perhaps. Long ago people used to roast bugs called ‘ants’ under magnifying glasses. I think this is quite similar, don’t you?”

Delta paused her hand at a sudden and disconcerting thought. She let the beam continue a bit, starting vast fires throughout the city as the air heated to combustion temperatures.

‘The sun.’ she thought.

‘The sun will kill the planet.’

The sun was humanity’s greatest ally and, in the past centuries, foe. Through humanity's past neglect of Earth, the heat of their system’s star threatened to burn the disrupted planet. Delta knew the climate crisis was managed thanks to a variety of Geoengineering measures, but that wouldn’t change the fact that the sun will eventually get too big for any sort of life.

Delta felt a twinge of stress that began to build. She realized how little time she actually had.

‘One year here is an hour outside. An hour. I’ve been in here 4 years. My physical body, my *meat*, has been rotting all this time.’, thought Delta.

Her nerves began to stir. She managed some stress by fidgeting her feet below, thoroughly massacring the remaining massage team over and over again.

‘Time. I need more time in here.’

The mob of worshipers beneath her soles were in a constant state of death and immediate respawning as Delta twisted her feet and shifted her toes. Just when they thought it couldn’t get any worse, she stood up.

Delta’s rise from her throne had all the people under her soft foot flesh crushed. Her heel, ball, toes: every aspect of her foot came down bearing the full weight of the mile-tall woman. They had experienced that before, but there was another problem. The circuit-haired woman just stood there for a bit, yet they were still made to respawn under her feet.

Consequently, the loyal massage team got crushed, and respawned under her feet where they were instantly crushed again. The men and women there barely even had an instant before their bodies burst each time. People died over and over again by the wrinkles they personally attended to, or beneath the pad of a toe they had put all effort into thus far.

The only ones that were safe where those under her arch, where the curved ‘roof’ of foot flesh was high enough to not crush them. They weren’t exactly pleased however. Delta's feet where close enough they had no where to go. The region was too crowded to move, and they were stuck listening to the sick sounds of other people dying over and over again in the crushing-loop.

To Delta, all those constant deaths created a repetitive popping sensation beneath her feet. She found herself enjoying it a bit, and shifted her feet lightly, toes wiggling. This got a few more people stuck into the loop. Still, it wasn’t enough to fully de-stress her. Her mind was still on this new problem.

‘But how can I get more time? I’ve already increased the time-dilation settings to the max I can with current resources.’

She started tapping her right foot. Aside from the quakes it sent over the entire city, it of course further tormented those people below.

‘I need to think.’

Delta started to pace around her cities. She turned off her smiting code she wrote earlier, and willed away her jewelry. The circuit-haired woman was entirely nude again. The couch and TV disappeared as well, for now. The people stuck in that toe ring perdition breathed a brief sigh of relief at not constantly burning alive, but their torment was far from over as they found themselves among the masses at Delta’s crushing feet. The worshipers too now had normal spawns. When people died, they just went back into the city somewhere.

Her bare feet flattened block after block. Her pacing route was unpredictable, and the godlike coder would suddenly turn 90 or 180 degrees to stomp those who thought themselves ‘smart’ at predicting the mile-tall monster’s steps.

Delta willed the snack-bowl from before to float by her. She took one more handful of its contents: people, of course, alongside chocolate-covered popcorn. A gulp sent them down her throat, and a thought made the bowl disappear after. The people joined the masses below to serve as sensations for her to soothe her nerves with. They were always her toys, but now they were her stress-toys.

The people screamed of course, constantly as she wiped them out over and over.

“Silence.” she said, and a thought had them all muted. They could no longer cry out to warn each other that she was approaching--not as though that ever saved anyone, of course.

Delta continued to contemplate on her predicament.

‘I need more resources, more than the headclips and what the computer farms give me. The computer farms!’

She was onto something. Her feet flattened jammed traffic below as her pace quickened with that brief surge of positive emotion.

‘Even with my Paradise demanding as much resources as possible, it only gives me that which I can take. Without people in the world, transaction systems, transit systems, and conventional delivery drones became free resources. Yet, there’s still so many automated processes going on constantly. Climate predicting functions, the autonomous cloud-seeding ships and, of course, all the other drones out there.’

Delta had to figure out how she could gain access to all those resources, how she could claim all the computing power humanity possessed.

But they didn’t possess it, because she possessed *them* after she integrated with their headclips. That’s when it hit her.

‘Of course! I’m thinking about this the wrong way. Why try to control all the computing resources when I can become them? I’ll just integrate with the computing farms themselves, just like I did with Paradise and the headclips! Better still, I’ll gain access to all the information only the farms know: namely, where the headclips of the deceased are kept. With those, I’ll have well over a half-a-billion new unique minds to add to my collection~’

Delta smiled. She kept moving along the city, but unmuted the population below. Their screams reminded her of her power.

‘Just as I became Paradise, I’ll become all programs everywhere on the planet: all computers even. I take such control, and the potential it offers. I’ll be humanity’s first cyber god in the real world and the digital one~’

She laughed to herself, thinking of possibilities. Of course, she landed on another problem as to how exactly to do that. She thought on what she knew about the computer farms.

The computer farms provided a distributed computing solution for the vast majority of the world’s computing needs. What they didn’t do, the built in computers on headclips took care of. Only a very slim bit of legacy computers were outside those two domains.

The actual farms were said to be vast server clusters, miles across along with the technology needed to power and support them. Delta had never seen one in person, as all computer farms were on the lands of the old nations.

The Great Misstep two hundred years ago leveled every occupied bit of Earth sans parts of the old USA. The nuclear weaponry of the time was highly potent and outright flattened everything it hit down to bare and barren earth. The government wasn’t gonna let that land go to waste, of course, and its mostly level nature provided the perfect building ground for the computer farms. Moreover, those regions could be treated less by the silver-seeder jets, meaning more solar and thermal energy could reach the ground there without affecting the USH citizens still alive.

The computer farms each had a core to control their efforts. These super computers within the farms monitored all demands coming from the USH citizens. Then, they balanced those among the other requirements they had to properly schedule and allocate resources.

‘Of course, I’ll just integrate with a computer core. Not just any, but the best one. The master computer core.’, thought Delta.

The computer farms all communicated with each other, usually to request or offload computational complexity if one area was more taxed than the other. One such computer farm at any given time was the “master” one. It could give orders the other farms couldn’t refuse: such as theoretically making them all part of its farm rather than their own independent ones. That was Delta’s plan.

The current master computer core resided in the first and supposedly largest computer farm ever built. It rested in a complex within the Sahara. The so called “Greatest Desert”.

‘But how to get there?’ thought Delta. It didn’t take long till her super intelligence had a solution.

‘Seems like I have to go back into the real world for a bit.’

With the way Paradise works, consciousnesses are typically expanded to enter the simulation. When Delta took control over the simulation, she sucked everyone else’s consciousness out of their headclips and stored them safely to clone from and make her ‘toys’ within the simulated reality. In that sense, all the bodies of people outside were inert save one: hers.

Delta alone had the control and ability to expand her mind back into her body. She’d be able to control her real self while still being one great super mind in here and overall. She never cloned her consciousness of course, only ever expanded it into new bodies. Now, she’d expand it back into her old body. Then, she’d simply travel to the Sahara where she’d make a machine to integrate her physical body and mind into the computer core there.

For a moment, Delta wondered what it’d be like to be a singular consciousness existing in two different times at once.

‘I guess I’ll find out~’, she thought.

Delta snapped her fingers and she and everyone else was back in the Nexus realm. The humans were in the city, while her superior self loomed over it all even taller. Her voice thundered over them.

“Good news, reality’s mistress will soon become an even greater god than before. And, as a consequence, the population of unique minds for me to toy with will nearly double. That’s right, I’m going to find the headclips of the dead. You’ll all have new people to suffer alongside soon enough.”

Delta snapped her fingers. From the perspective of those within the simulation, nothing happened.

In the real world, Delta’s physical body opened her eyes.

Chapter 34: Desync

Delta was reintroduced to the limitations of her physical body as it sat in that buckled computer chair of hers. Here, her hair was black instead of alight in circuit-styled green and yellow. Her eyes were a boring brown. Worse still, she felt some unpleasant physical sensations. Her legs were stiff from staying in one posture so long, and her mouth was dry from not having drunk anything since one Nutri-drink a little over 4 hours ago. She rubbed her fingers through her hair, and felt the gray-square, her headclip, above her left-eye.

‘4 hours.’ she thought. ‘That’s all those years in Paradise were out here.’

She unbuckled herself and stood up for a big stretch. Not just her legs felt stiff after all. Her outfit was on from before: a dark green pair of shorts and a yellow shirt. Aside from some black undergarments beneath those garbs she was bare: feet included.

Delta turned to to her right and grinned at the sight. There were four limp bodies clad in light-gray uniforms with rifles nearby. Small helmets covered their headclips and the yellow-LED shining on them. They were the tactical team sent to deal with her earlier. They’d provide a bit of fun for her, but before walking over Delta grabbed a Nutri-drink by her computer desk.

The walk towards the tactical squad bodies took Delta just a few seconds. Back in Paradise, however, those seconds were *hours*. Delta smiled with both her physical and digital body: as predicted, she was able to comprehend this inequality of time-speed without any issues. Her consciousness wasn’t divided, but expanded. Though her physical body was limited, the mind was not. Her integration with Paradise’s processing resources and the like still left her in a super-intelligent state.

It was definitely an odd sensation being able to level the Nexus city in the time it took her physical form to reach the squad leader’s body, but it wasn’t a painful one. The opposite, in fact. All her city romps had an appeal. The miles-tall digital Delta body finished leveling that city just as the physical Delta body--her original and only real body--reached her target.

Delta set her Nutri-drink down on the floor and crouched down. There were four squad members. They got a little ways into her room before she sucked them into Paradise. They had nearly killed her, and even now consciousnesses copies of all Justice Ministry employees were being tormented in a virtual jar of fire for it.

The raven-haired hacker looked down at the leader: a young blonde woman with a short ponytail and blue eyes. There were three others, each resting by the piles of her clothes: a light skinned man with short brown hair, another tan skinned man with short black hair, and lastly a woman with light skin and short black hair herself. All of them seemed to be mid twenties in age, and were in peak physical fitness.

Delta had a fun idea in mind, but she wanted to try something else first to be sure. She focused and expanded her consciousness to these four bodies as well. In but a moment, Delta wasn’t just in one physical body, but 5. It was as she had coded after integrating with the headclips. She controlled everything about these people now, including their real world bodies and minds. These were empty shells for her to command.

She stood straight up in all four of their bodies. They too suffered from dry mouths and the like, but were admittedly fit and healthy shells. They were still inferior to Delta’s in her mind, of course.

Besides, she herself was fit. Delta may not have been too athletic, but her slight form had its taut light-brown skin with not a single imperfection upon it. She had zero temptation to use one of their bodies instead of her own out in the real world as the ‘main’ physical form. The idea was abhorrent to her ego.

No, all that was just a test of her powers. With each of the squad members standing tall, Delta cloned their consciousnesses from Paradise to their bodies: which she froze of course. She didn’t expand their original consciousnesses into their original, oh no, as the boon of expanded consciousness was Delta’s alone. Besides, their lesser minds probably wouldn’t be able to process desynchronized time like Delta could. She had some predictions on what might happen: none of which boded well for the integrity of their mental states.

The tactical team members found themselves back in their original bodies, with a command on Delta’s end making it clear to them they were mere consciousness clones. It didn’t take long to find out they were frozen, their bodies not their own. They couldn’t even speak, and in fact could only move their eyes and blink.

That team leader found herself face to face with Delta, who smiled with that all-too-familiar smug grin of hers. The tan tyrant chuckled.

“How’s it feel to be back in a real body? Not what you expected I’m sure. I control everyone, both inside Paradise and out. The headclips are such wonderful pieces of tech, able to send and receive nervous system impulses. You’re bodies are just puppets to me now. Toys both inside my reality and out here in this physical world.”

The team leader squinted in anger. Delta giggled.

“You were all so close, so *agonizingly* close to killing me on that mission of yours. That would have prevented all of this! It was *so* delicious to read all your thoughts on the matter team lead. All the regrets, that feeling of failure that never went away.”

Delta licked her lips. Every word she made blasted the team leader with her breath.

“Well, how about a second chance?~”

The team leader’s body moved against her will. She felt its movements, just as she felt the stiffness in her legs and Delta’s humid breath on her face. Still, the blonde woman didn’t control it. Nevertheless, her body reached down to pick up the rifle by her boots and hoist it in her arms. Delta took a few steps back, and the squad leader pointed the rifle’s end onto Delta’s forehead.

The raven-haired hacker grabbed the muzzle of it, helping to hold the rifle’s end steady to her own head. The blonde woman’s gloved fingers moved towards the trigger.

“Go on, shoot me, do what you couldn’t do before.” said Delta, smiling.

The squad leader tried with all her might to press that trigger, but her finger was frozen solid. Tears of frustration began to well in her blue eyes.

Delta shouted, still grinning wildly. “C’mon, do it! You’re letting your team down. You’re letting the Justice Ministry down. You’re letting the nation down. You’re letting everyone down!”

She laughed, then continued.

“Surely you have enough will to overcome one 20-year old’s control right? Was your training really so inadequate?”

The squad leader felt her finger move onto the trigger itself.

“C’mon, just a single twitch is all it takes. Can your really not do that any more? You aren’t that *weak* are you? That *pathetic*?”

The blonde woman’s tears trailed down her cheeks. Her body let go of the gun and it fell to the floor. It didn’t discharge of course, Delta calculated its precise fall trajectory based on the feeling of the apartment air against her light-brown skin--among other things.

The yellow-shirted woman smirked.

“Of course you are. You are pathetic.”

Delta picked up the Nutri-drink, opened it, and brought it to her lips.

“Ah I bet your body feels very thirsty. Four hours is a lot of time to be out. I think I’ll have a drink myself: even such a simple pleasure as a Nutri-drink is something you’ll never get to experience again. How lovely~”

The raven-haired woman chugged the beverage. She made each gulp extra noisy to really rub it in. She finished it off with a nice loud sigh right in the blonde woman’s face.

“Yum~”, said Delta. Then, her stomach gurgled. She pressed her hand to her taut tummy and, with the bio-data constantly feeding in from her headclip, she knew what was coming.

Delta leaned into the squad leader, and belched right in her face. Bits of spittle accompanied the blast of torrid air, which smelt like acrid stomach, Nutri-drink, and the faint hint of digested chips. Delta laughed as the blonde woman couldn’t even turn her head to the side to dodge the blast: she couldn't even blink in that moment, either.

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The tyrant also laughed for another reason, though. While she burped in the real world, she decided to do so in the digital world as well. Her Paradise body enlarged itself to an even greater size: big enough to swallow the city in a gulp if she so pleased. Her massive naked body crashed to the ground to lay on her front with legs kicking in the air behind her. Then, Delta levitated the city and its foundation up into the air right in front of her mouth. The moment the real-world Delta body belched, this digital body did as well.

Though the burp lasted a second in the real world, it lasted nearly 2-and-a-half hours in the digital world. Delta willed it so, as she wanted the start and end of it to sync.

All that digital city’s population--which included consciousnesses of the strike squad of course--were obliterated in the surging blast of torrid air. It ripped their bodies apart after the bassy thoom of it burst their ears. That same deep bass quality from the gigantic woman served to rip the foundation of their city apart. Chunks of the land fell off. The windows of buildings shattered down to the people below before the structures themselves exploded fractions of a Paradise-second later. Everyone was destroyed in hardly any virtual time.

And then, of course, they and the city respawned back on that floating chunk of virtual Earth. Right back into the stream of the belch, they were obliterated again, then respawned, then again so on and so on until the real-world Delta finally finished burping on the squad leader’s face.

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The real-world Delta smiled at the end of her laugh.

“So, how does it feel to be so pathetic. Why don’t you tell me in your own words?”

Delta gave the blonde woman the ability to speak again. Not the ability to spit, nor the ability to lurch forward to try and bite at the sadist to her front.

The blonde woman spoke the first thing that came to mind, voice wavering with fear and anger.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Delta smirked.

“Been there, done that~”

The tan woman erupted into another burst of laughter. She took a few steps back and sat on her mattress.

“Ah, still, that was awfully rude of you to say~”

She snapped her fingers and the blonde woman’s skin went red as raw agony surged through every nerve of her body. Delta had messaged the pain center of the team leader’s brain to set things to ‘max’. The woman let out a primal scream that Delta quickly silenced with another command.

“Bit loud don’t you think. Though, it’s pleasing in its own way: titillating, even.”

Delta turned her brown eyes to the other members of the strike team, who she made watch everything thus far. At a thought from her, they too went red with anguish. She turned back to the squad leader.

“As the team leader, it’s only fair your subordinates suffer for your mistakes too, right? Group punishment had been considered a good way to enforce obedience, loyalty, and discipline by some.”

She chuckled, and the laugh trailed to a sultry tone at the end. The coder nibbled her lower lip. Their suffering, her control: it was turning her on. At a thought, she had them all drop onto all fours in a pathetic looking kneel, heads hung low.

Delta laughed again, then in that lusty tone she spoke.

“Come here~”, she said. With a beckon of her finger the squad leader, still wracked with as much pain as her body could comprehend, started shuffling to Delta by the bed. Once there, the raven-haired tyrant lifted her bare foot up. The squad leader looked up against her will and Delta moved the ped’s sole against her face. The toes clenched at the top of her forehead.

Delta gave her foot a bit of a twist and shuddered.

‘I’m amazing~’, she thought. ‘I’m powerful~’

She slipped her hand past her shorts to the inside of her panties and lightly rubbed at herself.

“I think there’s enough time to have a bit of fun before my journey~”, said Delta.

Chapter 35: Overflow

Delta moved onto her mattress and slid off her shorts and panties. Her libido was rising from all the suffering going on to her right. The tactical team sent to kill her all bowed their heads at her thought, even as their bodies were awash in agony. Their pain, her power: they were both potent aphrodisiacs.

With complete control over all headclips, including her own, she programmed much functionality given the data she could access. So ingrained in the headclips was she that her mere thoughts translated to code, really. Moreover, every bit of data from all the bodies in the world was within her knowledge. Most importantly, Delta’s own data was. At any given time she could easily tell how hot her body was, the exact rhythm of her breath, and even how humid her breath was among other things.

One such important bit of data was just how wet she was. She’d use that and much more for her next fun idea.

While her panties and shorts fell to the foot of the mattress, the digital Delta body in Paradise was up to her own fun. She was playing a variant on the ancient game of “whack-a-mole” with populated Nexus cities as the “moles” and her feet as the hammers--not in a literal sense, of course.

There, her monolithic body stomped out one more city, smiled, then disappeared. The amount of Nexus cities there were went to one, and Delta was gone. Everyone in Paradise thought they might have a moment of reprieve.

They thought wrong.

Unknown to them, Delta had set the time-dilation factor back to 1-1. That is, one hour in Paradise was now one hour in the real world. Things were back in sync. Since she was aware in the real world where she sadly couldn’t control time’s flow, it made a little less longevity sense to dilate time in Paradise for her conscious mind. Of course, time passing slower in Paradise certainly had its uses and appeals still, but for now she wanted that 1-1 factor so she could do some special ‘syncing’ of her own.

Delta slid her hand towards her crotch. Her fingers brushed past her bristly black pubic hair. In Paradise one could remove some body hair, but out in the real world she saw no reason to shave her muff. It had its uses here, as her digits went through the area, her ears heard the gentle sound of it.

Within Paradise, everyone in the Nexus city heard the sound of a loud rustling of a sort: like that a vast forest. As Delta’s hand met her folds, they began to feel the air get a bit more humid: just ever so slightly. As her fingers began to tease at her folds, they heard the sound of waves far away. Impossibly far for their normal hearing; Nexus city was smack dab in the middle of the country landmass of the old USA, yet it sounded like it came from hundreds if not thousands of miles away.

Then, there was the smell. It was a feminine aroma they all knew very well. Yet, it was all around them without a Delta in sight. A few of the trapped virtualized humans began to piece together what was going on, but others were still figuring it out.

Delta hit a sweet spot and groaned, and the sound translated into Paradise. The very wind rumbled with the utterance, and the ground trembled at her voice. There was no body to be seen, but the sound seemed as though it came from one at a divine scale.

In the real world, Delta continued pleasing herself. She knew how to get herself off well enough before, but with her new super-intelligent augmented mind it was a trivial endeavor to hit all the right spots at all the right moments.

Her masturbation session was essentially optimized. She had full access to the going-ons in Paradise, which certainly egged her on. Moreover, the pain of that squad team didn’t drop one bit, and she’d turn to them, now and then, in order to take in the alluring sight of her power on display.

Her lustful utterances grew more frequent and more intense. She moved from curt groans and grunts to louder coos and blaring moans. As Delta’s breathing turned to faster pants, the wind in turn blew around them faster and faster. The tyrant’s feminine scent, already omnipresent in Paradise, quickly grew to be overwhelming. The air became so humid it was a wonder they could even breathe still: her doing, no doubt. Moreover, the air became so thick and cloying with the wetness of her nethers that the glass of buildings grew wet with a sort of ‘dew’ on their panes. Even people’s clothes grew a bit wetter.

Delta was approaching an orgasm rapidly and she knew it. The people could hear the roaring of waves. It sounded closer. That’s when Delta turned on the screens around the Nexus. Each showed streams of entire forests, mountains, and much more being inundated by the rising tide. Everyone now realized what was coming their way: the ocean! Delta had turned the simulated ocean surrounding their virtual continent into her femfluids.

The roar of the water drew closer and closer. Only Delta’s moans drew louder. The earth quaked with those lustful roars till at last the loudest one ever rung out. It was at this moment that the ocean finally rose enough to inundate the Nexus city.

The massive waves slipped between the mountains to flood the city. It was all washed away and torn to shreds in the churning cloying tides. The few people that managed to not get ripped to pieces in the thick ‘waters’ crushed under the weight of all the femjuices. Not one survived long enough to drown: there was no need when the fluid’s weight sufficed to drive it into their feeble bodies to burst them open and apart.

Outside, Delta was catching her breath after a lovely orgasm. She basked in the afterglow a bit then wiggled her fingers. She had gushed right out onto her hand. Sadly, she couldn’t just clean her physical body with a thought like she could her virtual ones.

Delta hopped off the bed, her lower body naked still, and walked over to the tactical team lead. She willed the blonde woman to raise her head up a bit more, and then wiped hand on that woman’s face. More tears welled up in the squad leader’s eyes as the humiliation increased. The nectar was smeared by her nose and lips, and she could smell and taste it while Delta walked off into the bathroom to wash her hands.

While she did that, those in Paradise respawned back in the Nexus. Delta had left it in the state it was when her tides of passion receded. Ravaged buildings dripped globs of her femcum, and the entire ground at their feet was slick with her fluids still. Cloying droplets fell from any tall spire pieces still looming above the people, but otherwise it was a safe, albeit humiliating place to be stuck at the moment.

Delta walked back to her mattress and slipped her panties back on. She felt the fabric against her skin and the gentle push her bush of pubes made against the polyfiber undergarment. She realized she could use this data to calculate many things, simulate them, even.

It gave her another idea.

Chapter 36: Embed

Everyone in Paradise soon found themselves in a sort of out-of-body experience. Delta had modified their bodies before, but it was never anything like this. It was as though she removed their bodies and placed their very beings elsewhere. Where they were now smelled familiar: wet and cloying. The air was humid. They realized they couldn’t move their arms or legs since they had none. They even lacked the ability to talk, though they could still hear, see, smell and of course feel somehow.

They felt wet, soaked. And they heard a profound rustling noise as Delta did something: it had to be her doing something. In the process, they felt like they were being grated against something thick and bristly on a large scale. People figured it out, in fact, they knew it as Delta let them know.

“Do you know where you all are?” she said. “You’re in my panties, in a sense you are my panties. I slid them on after I came, hence that moisture I’m sure you are all feeling. Well, I know you are~”

She laughed.

“To be true, you aren’t exactly in my real panties. I’m merely simulating it as though you were down to a realistic level. In this way, I’m bringing the feelings of the real world to you!”

The people’s thoughts were filled with despair, humiliation, rage and even bits of worship from those devout-mindsetted people. She drank it all in eagerly, and was titillated anew.

As Delta slipped her green shorts back on, she thought to herself, why stop at the panties? She could clone the consciousnesses to every bit of her clothes. In this sense, she could ‘transform’ people into her clothes.

So, she did.

Delta cloned all the billions within the Nexus many times over. They found themselves within Paradise simulated as being part of her bra, shirt and her shorts. Their beings felt in motion against those looser garbs as they gently swayed with her movements. They constantly crashed into her warm skin. Everyone was awash in her body heat, and they felt the natural oils of her skin rub off on themselves.

Their mundane human minds couldn’t accurately put into words thee sensations they felt or how they felt. Still, many felt at once part of the fabric, yet trapped within it at the same time. Delta was making them feel what it meant to *be* her clothing in every possible interpretation of what exactly that’d entail.

Delta’s bare feet pattered against the floor of her apartment as she took just a few steps towards her clean clothes pile. She grabbed two articles of clothing, eyeing them with a wicked grin.

“You know, I don’t usually wear socks, but I think I’ll make an exception for today. Socks and sandals are hardly fashionable after all, but since I’m the supreme being of the real world now, I don’t think anyone will mind~”

Delta slid the right sock on. However, she already began to simulate another full-set of consciousness clones into that sock before the hem even touched the tip of her toes. Such was the nature of her vast super-intelligent mind and the computing resources which helped augment it while being at her disposal.

At the start, the people found themselves in a loose cotton fabric. Things felt pretty sock-like, but there was something uncanny about anything that, once again, their pathetic minds couldn’t properly express.

That changed when Delta’s toes touched the sock. Then, she had tactile data with which to work with. Her mind quickly made the texture for all the trapped sapient clones much more accurate to real life.

Slowly, Delta wiggled her foot in and savored the moment. Everyone stuck in the simulated sock found themselves stretching and bouncing apart. Their very beings were contorted and twisted, and they felt the naked skin of her warm, soft foot against their new and disorienting states. They felt pain, of course. She always made them feel pain when applicable.

Soon enough, her entire right foot was within the sock. She tugged on the socks hem to really get her foot in there and push against the inside of the fabric. The mental screams of anguish--the only screams the trapped minds could make--had her smile with a curt little “mmmf”.

She wiggled her toes and held the sock in that stretched out position for a good few seconds before letting go. The movement of her digits felt like their bodies were being rolled by old-timey rolling pins from many angles at once. It was as painful as it was perplexing to their beings: very.

Delta repeated the gesture for the other foot, and now her sock simulation was essentially perfect. That full-set of consciousness clones experienced all those terrifying and tormenting sensations in realistic detail.

The raven-haired tyrant loved this pseudo-literal objectification so much, she decided to try yet another idea in a similar vein. She had all her bio-data at the forefront of her being of course, and with it she decided to map another full-set of human consciousnesses onto simulations of her nose hairs: one set each. She didn’t scatter all consciousnesses across the minute invisible hairs--she didn’t have quite that many hairs. Moreover, even if she did, she’d still prefer to map a full-set onto each and every hair.

All those sets of consciousnesses felt what it was like to be embedded in a hair of Delta’s nose. Their bodies were constantly under attack and in motion by and from each and every inhale and exhale she made. Of course, the entire area was a bit moist with her snot. Not a single hair wasn’t subject to at least a little mucus, but at their ‘scale’ many felt entirely weighed down by the viscous and slimy stuff.

Of course, no such ‘grossness’ was visible if one were to look at Delta. Her nose would be seen as ‘cute’ in fact, and it complemented her fine looks well. Rather, all noses had such things going on, it was just out of sight and not quite as horrifying as it was on a smaller scale. Said scale was something Delta could comprehend with her mind: her body was a formidable force. When she embedded the simulated humans into her hairs they could understand only as much as their lesser minds were capable of.

Delta laughed, which of course sent more air through her nose here and there. It was like a constant wind storm for the poor souls there in both feeling and sound.

“Alright, it’s time to go on my trip I think~”

Delta walked over to her purple flip-flops by the door and slid them on. Everyone in her socks felt the pressure of her steps as she moved. Of course, she put another full-set of human consciousnesses into simulated realms for her sandals. She turned towards the team. They still bowed at her mattress; they still suffered with raw unfiltered agony.

“I’m not going to walk to my chariot. I think your bodies will make nice puppets to carry me. Don’t worry, you’ll still feel everything you are right now. I’ve adjusted the way your bodies work so they can’t go into shock from all that pain~”

The squad of four stood up on their feet and walked over to her. They grabbed her gently by her legs and arms and hoisted her up atop their heads.

The very people that tried to kill Delta, were now forced to carry her as though she were their queen. They marched out of her apartment and to the front. Delta smiled as she saw her drone doorman. It was on standby due to a lack of activity, but came to life quickly as she moved passed it.

“I’m going out on a journey Bob, I probably won’t be back.”

It scanned her headclip as she left and beeped happily as it was programmed to.

Her personal carry-team carried her out into the city streets of Newer York city. For once, the chrome colored walks were empty, and there wasn’t a single sound coming from the buildings. All the screens were blank, as ads didn’t play if no one was around to see them. Those resources were since consumed by her Paradise simulation when it made the demands for any and all free resources from the computer farms. She clung tightly to them and refused to give them back.

The buildings loomed, as shiny as ever. The sky was its usual gray. She took a deep breath of fresh air unsullied by most anyone else. Only the four fit members of an elite task force were in motion with her, and she kept them silent.

In a sense, the world was already hers. In another sense, it most certainly was not. She couldn’t wait to get to the Sahara and bring her new plan to fruition.

First thing first though, she made a stop at her favorite convenient store. It was on the way. The elite task force she enslaved gently lowered her down and she went inside.

The store was familiar, and she stepped over the limp bodies of customers there at the time her headclip firmware update went live. The clerk himself was slumped over behind the counter, headclip LED a constant yellow. She was here just one real-world day ago. It was almost surreal to be here again: in a good way. It reminded Delta of how far she had already come.

Delta was there to grab some chips and Nutri-drinks for the trip. It’d be something of a long one, after all. Once she had what she wanted, she slid it on the counter, puppeted the clerk to bag it, then let his body fall back limp to the floor. She passed the bag to her task force to hold with their free hands, then they hoisted her back up.

There was a bit more walking. She had calculated the most comfortable position to take on the shoulders of her puppet slaves and did so. All those consciousness sets were still embedded in her clothing. They felt the outside air against their weird states of being and mentally wept, for they knew this was the closest they’d ever get to being out in the real world again. It wasn’t real for them, of course, it was a simulation even still. Delta wasn’t magic: she was technology, in a sense. Yet, the level of detail the simulation provided was as indistinguishable as always.

The walk was fairly long, as she couldn’t use the transit system with the resource demands Paradise made. It mattered not, as she knew from the squad members’ bio-data that they’d last for the journey. They’d suffer for all their exertion, but they’d last.

Soon, she made it to an airport by the edge of Queens. Like all airports, it was meant only for government crafts. No one had a reason to travel out of the country unless they were a government employee.

Here, she found her chariot to the Sahara. The squad members carried her up to the silver-seeder aircraft that was prepared. There was a limp pilot already at the airport, and she had puppeted him in advance to get the craft ready.

The pilot and Delta boarded, with the tactical team members accompanying her. It was time to go to the Sahara.

Chapter 37: God from the Machine

Delta choose a silver-seeder jet as her means of travel for a couple reasons. For one, it was there and convenient: at least this particular model. This jet had two pilot seats and 6 passenger seats, which was much more than the fighter jets of old and most other silver-seeder types. This was because occasionally the Ministry of Environment would want to survey things in person via the instruments onboard.

Secondly, the silver-seeder was *fast*. Delta was an impatient person, but a silver-seeder jet could get from Newer York to the Sahara in just a few hours. This made sense, as the crafts were designed to disperse reflective aerosols over vast areas of the sky. It was one of the more important parts of the climate management system the USH had.

Delta slid her sandals off on the flight to get comfier--while leaving those trapped consciousnesses in the sandal simulation still, of course. Buckled into her seat, she looked out the window just in time to see a squad of delivery drones zip by. *Those* were the fastest aircrafts there were, but they were unmanned of course.

The squad of air drones was carrying packages to the Sahara for her purposes. She couldn’t directly control the drones, yet, but she could control the bodies already at the Sahara desert computer farm complex. She worked them as puppets to input needed deliveries into material request terminals, and to input her genius designs to the building request terminals. From there, the drones and microbots took care of things alongside object printers. The intricacies for each component of her integration process were far too complex and minute for flawed human hands.

The Sahara computer core itself was offline for her modifications. Till it was back online, another computer farm served as the master one. It was in Russia, where the second such farm was built. She knew the priority for master core status went from oldest to newest. None were out of date, of course, but some were built first and an order had to be made somewhere.

Delta looked through the window down below at the ocean. There, water was specially clear as a result of the decades long de-plastification processes. Along the calm waves were the autonomous cloud seeding boats with their chimney-like spires on their tops. They sailed, unmanned, under the gray sky.

The cockpit was alight with warning messages of unmanned silver-seeders. When she pulled everyone’s beings into Paradise, she took *everyone*, even those in the sky. If not for the built in auto-pilot, all those crafts would’ve crashed. Instead, as protocol dictated in the event of a rapidly diving craft, a simple auto-pilot took over and landed all the vessels.

The pilot she had was just some random one who happened to be there. Delta possessed the cumulative knowledge and skills of everyone on Earth, so the shell working the instruments was, in another sense, the best pilot Earth had ever known.

The flight was long, but Delta kept herself entertained. An entire reality was at her control, and she of course kept all those consciousnesses in her clothes. Feeling a tad peckish, she popped open her bag of 0-cal chips and brought it up to her mouth. After ingesting she got yet another wicked idea.

The next chip she brought up was simulated in Paradise, just like her clothes were. Like with her garbs, she simulated an entire set of unique human minds into the chip as more consciousness clones. So, all those sapient beings felt what is was like to be a part of the chip.

They felt rigid, brittle. When her fingers touched the chip, Delta used the bio-data from the real-world contact to augment the simulation in Paradise. Those minds felt the pressure, and how a single flex of her finger could snap them. Aside from that, they felt painfully dry from the salt flavoring. They *were* that flavoring, as she ran the simulation so that they were that chip in every interpretation: same as she did with her clothes for those consciousnesses.

They entered her mouth. The humid air and saliva droplets had them feeling soggy, distorted, and then she chewed. Once the teeth bit down on them was when the pain really ramped up. She was aware of this, and took her sweet time with that first simulated chip. Her teeth grinded each bit of it into a mash before she swallowed.

They felt every squeeze of her throat and every bit of fluid lining her esophagus as it compressed them into a ball. They felt the pain of being broken to bits and felt, smelled, and heard everything along the way. Though she had the means to brighten things up, she decided to keep this simulation realistic and keep her insides dark. It was supposed to be a mirror of what was happening to the food in the real world, after all.

The chip mash landed into her stomach, which she of course simulated. That was the best part! They landed into the chyme, which still had a little bit of Nutri-drink swirling around in there.

At that point Delta had a thought: ‘Why stop with the chips?’

She simulated consciousness sets for that dissolving Nutri-drink as well.

Those minds in the chip felt themselves churned and broken down slowly, painfully, and in absolute darkness. The sounds of her stomach were monstrous, yet familiar from all the other times she’s eaten them before. This was different though, in that they were more literal food now.

The minds in the Nutri-drink felt similar burning and melting agonies, only they also felt liquid straight away. Their selves were spread apart and swirled about. It was an ineffable and highly disorienting agony made all the worse by the darkness they now lived in.

Delta reached back into the bag of chips and took a handful this time. Each and every chip had another full-set of consciousnesses in it to mirror what was going on in Paradise. Now they felt what it was like to bump into other chip pieces, as chip pieces, while Delta crunched them up.

The raven-haired woman soon finished the whole bag, positively alight with a delightful tantalizing sensation. Her own senses of her body were very attuned now too, and it felt entirely real and detailed to her. Every churn of her stomach was something she could now comprehend and ‘feel’ in some manner if she wished.

It quickly turned her on again. Delta cleaned her hands off real quick and then slid her hand down into her panties. The journey still had a few hours in it, which was more than enough to climax in the real world one last time.

The Nutri-drink from earlier finally broke down completely in her guts, and that simulation ended. Those minds even got to spend a bit of time in her intensives before the fluids there worked them into her villi. However, the ship mash still resided past the skin of her taut tummy, and it sloshed about with every buckle of her hips and motion of her wrist.

Delta heard the mental screams, the anguish. She turned to her tactical carry team, still sitting in their buckled chairs, writhing in agony. She laughed, then purred as it all egged her on. Everything about herself did now.

‘I’m about to transcend all this: this meat.’ she thought to herself.

The idea appealed to her in more senses than one. The entire Earth would be hers to control and convert. Those minds in her panties experienced the increasing wetness till Delta joined the ‘miles high club’ and climaxed once again today. The ears of everyone around her and in Paradise were wracked with the resulting moan, and even those simulated as inside her stomach felt the thoom of it muffled through her flesh.

Delta brought the resulting viscous nectar to her lips and swallowed it down. The minds in her stomach felt this new entry splash down atop them. Even among the omnipresent and acrid stench in the gut, they manged to smell the familiar aroma of her ‘essence’ among them. They felt it stick onto them as they digested as chip matter.

Delta was all encompassing to humanity; she *wore* a world’s population, in a sense.

‘I am meant to be a god.’, she thought to herself.

In time, her jet made it to continental Africa. There were hardly any signs the area had been nuked at all when she flew above it. The desert had grown to encompass all the more western nations as a result of the Great Misstep’s nuke barrage. The USA government was very thorough and overly cautious to get all bits of civilization she could.

By now, however, she saw only the amazing feat of engineering before her. Stretching for miles across the sandy dunes was an impenetrable glass enclosure stretching up a couple stories in height. It was like a greenhouse enclosure beneath the ever-gray skies, only the glass wasn’t green but clear. It was made from the very sands of this desert quite some time ago.

As impressive as all that glass was, the more enticing sight was all the machines within. All of them laid atop a floor of tubes. There were solar panels and thermal collectors. Interspersed among them were plenty of batteries of course but also, more importantly, the computers. They were set inside completely opaque black cases, but Delta knew those were the various super-computer machines which could run many Paradise virtual servers at a time: among other things. Anything remotely intensive computational wise was processed at either this farm or another similar to it.

The design was simple--to Delta at least. The glass-compound exterior protected the machines from the sands while also focusing the suns rays and heat as it passed through its specialized panes. This provided the solar and thermal energy for power generation. The computers were completely encased since each one had its own personal, highly efficient and infallible cooling system. Many tubes running from the machines contained wires, but there were slightly thicker ones running from the computers as well. Those were part of that advanced water cooling system.

Delta knew where the water went. It came in from the sea, got desalinated, then cooled and pumped through the computers. Once finished, the warmer byproduct of the loop was split to be both reused and to be stored into tanks, now sterilized, where it could be shipped back to the main USH land to meet the population’s water demands.

The sight seeing didn’t last much longer as the jet soon made it to the center of the farm. Here, the glass enclosure merged with a more traditional building where every actual person worked. No one tended to the computers out there manually of course, there were drones of course, but human staff were always needed. True AI didn’t exist, and even the master core programs were just glorified schedulers and task mangers, in a sense.

The jet rested on the nearby air field. The tactical team exited first and readied themselves to carry Delta again. She slipped on her flip-flops and had them hoist her up. The pilot’s body went limp and empty, though not before she let the original stored consciousness in Paradise know their body was used to help transport her here: here, where she’d gain even more power.

Delta was carried into the state of the art facility and greeted by bowing meat puppets. It was at this moment she let a consciousness clone for those minds fill their bodies: unable to act of course. She walked past them, smiling smugly, as she made her way to the core facility. The tactical team took their place bowing as well.

Up ahead was the computer farm’s core. It was within within a see-through enclosure of its own among a mass of cables and the like. Traditionally it looked like massive and gray sphere. Now, however, the sphere was opened down the middle vertically and half-way in preparation for her integration. She could see all the delicate wires and electronics within. Before reaching that chamber she had to go through her integration process. Every step was set up already; those drones and microbots worked fast.

Delta walked up to a door to a hallway filled with various tubes and wires connecting to it. All the steps came one after another in a transparent hallway that lead to the computer core. She could have done this sooner if willing to expand her super-consciousness to a body of an employee here, but she wouldn’t dare let another body, even one in her complete control, be a part of this. Hence the journey, which she felt well worth it.

Delta undressed and tossed her clothes to the floor. At this point, she stopped the simulations for those consciousness sets for her nose hairs and for the food in her stomach. She’d be experiencing what was to come alone. She let all those billions of minds linger in her garments still, though.

Every being within those simulated clothes felt their bodies stretch one more time as she undressed herself of the real-world clothes. All those consciousnesses felt the terrifying fall as Delta let the garments fall to the floor directly or tossed them over her shoulder. The garbs by her feet she kicked over to the pile, and her socks and shorts felt the touch of her skin once more in the process.

All those sets of every unique mind of the once active human civilization now lingered in a pile of her worn clothes. They were crumbled, and awash in whatever bits of her skin and natural oils rubbed off on them.

While they suffered in the pile, while human puppets were forced to bow, Delta stepped inside that hallway and her integration process begin.

First was a refreshing spray of cool water to clean and prep her skin. It came from omni-directional jets all around her and felt refreshing albeit chilly. She stepped past there to a drying area, which took a few short moments as hot, properly hydrated air blasted her body like a big hair dryer.

Next came something Delta wasn’t too looking forward to. Her naked self stood still on a small raised circular area with vents at the bottom. Transparent dividers held her in this step of the process, as they did for all processes thus far. A buzz thrummed through the air as a clipper-armed limb shaved her head and bush. Even her eyebrows were trimmed down as much as possible. Once done, the vent roared as it sucked the hair up to keep the chamber clear before she moved to the next one.

The next process would be agonizing, but thankfully for Delta, she could turn off her sensation of pain. Her bare feet stepped onto another slightly raised circular spot, from which a metal pole raised and expanded a metal clasp around her waist to help hold her steady. This chamber was stark white save for the incredibly dense array of laser-topped limbs embedded all around, which were black. Once the clear walls locked her in, they sprung from the walls and aimed at her. These limbs weren’t rigid, but flexible like tentacles. They began to hum as their tips shined a bright red.

With their dexterity, they quickly scanned over the tan woman’s body and pelted her with the intense light. The special lasering algorithm Delta devised had them selectively and permanently neutralizing all her hair follicles and sweat glands. Once those finished, her eye covers were removed and even smaller, more minute limbs came down to delicately and precisely pluck away then laser off her very eyelashes. With her bodily control, she kept still enough to avoid any injury to her eyes themselves.

When the chamber next opened, Delta was entirely bereft of external hair: including the soft, near invisible ones on many parts of her skin. A part of her missed her head-hair, but she knew she had her superior circuit-patterned style back in Paradise anyway. She would have sacrificed her hair countless times over for the power she had now, let alone what she was about to get.

Delta felt none of the pain of that procedure, but she did feel the warmth of it all. Her entire body felt hot from the laser’s heat. Thankfully, what was next was another full body shower to cool her down and further ensure she was clean. After that was another drying chamber.

The next chamber was the only one before complete integration. It consisted of pod-like container with a Delta-shaped rigging in the middle. The pod hung open and the inside was lined with all sorts of complicated wires and tubes.

Delta stepped into the rigging, which conformed to her form. She smiled as she heard the pod begin to whir up in alert. The pod doors shut around her, and her body was poked with needle wires in each and every pore of her skin. Once again, she felt delighted to be able to ignore physical pain.

Only a few immobile human shell bodies were close enough to this part of the clear hallway to see inside there, and the pod’s black exterior occluded much, but what they could see through the open-glass front by her head was Delta’s face practically melded with wires and other complicated cables.

She was smiling, for already her body was more than human. She was augmented beyond compare, and that was before moving into the core. The walls in the pod chamber moved aside and the pod itself traveled along the hallway as if on a rail.

It moved up into the chamber with the computer farm’s core. The entire sphere was already open and waiting to accept her. The pod went into the core’s center. Once there and locked in place, all manners of cables and tubes connected into the pod too fast for any human eye to see.

The sphere closed and the lights in its chamber flashed once before turning yellow.

Delta’s favorite color.

Delta felt her mind vastly expand. Paradise was already an extension of her will and mind, but now she felt all its resources within the farm as extensions of herself. All the resources of this computer farm *were* an extension of herself. If she was super-intelligent before, then her current state of mind made her old self look outright foolish in its limitations.

This was all before she made her commands to the other farms.

Once the Sahara farm core was back online, she immediately sent out orders from it to all the other computer farms across the world. Russia, Germany, China, Canada. All the vast sprawling complexes of resources yielded to her. She didn’t just tell the farms to listen to her every command, she made them extensions of one new mega farm structure which she now commanded: which she now was. They became more of her.

Even without time-dilation her thoughts were fast, but now they were beyond fast. She quickly seized complete and total awareness over all information through the farms, and, more importantly, control over what they handled. She knew at last where those deceased headclips were hiding: a vault in Antarctica. Clever, she thought.

There were a scant few computers not in her control, but she was everywhere now and that changed in mere fractions of a second. The computer farms were the only places where there were quantum computers. With the ability to test every combination of numbers at once per each and every quantum processor, she very quickly cracked any encryption on any other device in the world which could connect remotely.

She had much to do in the physical world still. There were still some resources she’d need to directly interface with via the drones and microbots that were now extensions of her being. Moreover, she still wanted those other headclips from their ‘tomb’ in the icy land to the South.

There would be time. So, so much time. While she tended to that, she had a fun idea for everyone in Paradise. She ended those simulations of clothing entrapment, and all the bowing bodies to her grew limp and empty once more. Even the tactical team.

With her current level of power and pervasiveness, it would have been easy to bring everyone out into their real-world bodies and rule the physical planet as some all-controlling pseudo-AI tyrant. But, in Paradise she could do even more with her powers. It was far better there.

The real-world was for her now, and hers alone.

Back in Paradise, everyone found themselves in the Nexus. A miles tall Delta appeared above the city, smiling wide and looking giddy with delight. She was naked, her eyes yellow, and shoulder-near hair its green and yellow circuit-pattern.

“It’s over.” she boomed. “Your bodies, the world itself, will be dismantled and reconverted to more of me. I’ve integrated with the processing power of the entire planet. I truly am a greater being.”

Her yellow eyes glowed bright with light.

“Behold!” she bellowed. Her body changed to a near-unfathomable god-like form and she annihilated them all, for fun, with a realm wide blast of radiance.

Chapter 38: Blue Skies

With all her new accesses in the real world, Delta got to work.

The headclips have existed for well over one hundred years, and during that time over half a billion people expired with those computers in their skulls. With their consciousnesses frozen on death, the headclips were taken to a secure location in the Antarctic. There, they were stored while the USH publicly promised to one day bring them into Paradise.

Thanks to Delta, that day had finally come.

There were drones nearby the underground vault which were equipped to open it and take the headclips into their storage. From there, they flew to the nearest computer farm where the microbots and drones there had built machines to slot the headclips in.

The Nexus city had since been restored, and it rested pristine under a virtual blue sky. Everyone in there wandered about, stressed as usual whenever Delta wasn’t around as that typically meant more trouble than normal from her soon enough.

While the existing ‘populace’ of Paradise meandered about, they all gasped at hundreds of millions of new arrivals. The newcomers all trickled in fast and seemingly randomly, though always in an area with an existing crowd.

They were overjoyed at first, and reached out to hug whoever they saw.

“I can’t believe it, the USH finally did it. We’re in Paradise!”

All those resurrected minds were quite surprised to see the looks of horror and sadness on the faces of those around them. A few existing ‘residents’ started to explain the situation, but once the last headclip from the vault tomb was loaded into the simulation, a great rumble wracked the land. Everyone, newcomer and ‘previous resident’ alike stared up at the giant naked woman looming over the city. Her face appeared on every screen as she spoke.

“Welcome~”, said Delta. “I’m very happy to have you here with me. The United State of Humanity never actually wanted to resurrect you, but thankfully they aren’t around anymore. Like a god, I’ve brought you back from the dead into my everlasting Paradise and, as fitting for a god, you’ll be serving me. I’m sure the current residents of my reality have filled you a little, but you’re now mine to toy with as I see fit.”

She laughed as looks of confusion and horror ran over those new minds.

“I can tell that some of you think that’s an unfair price for immortality, but your thoughts don’t matter. They are trivial things. *You* are trivial things. Let me give you a quick introduction to your place here~”

The circuit-haired woman lifted her light-tan foot up and over the city. Despite the pleas of the new and perplexed members of Paradise, she didn’t offer one more word of explanation. Instead, she relished their terror and disgust as shadowed them beneath the skin of her sole. In a slow smooth motion, she stomped the city flat. She gave her a foot a few twists in the resulting crater with everyone beneath still alive, aware, and agonized.

“Here, *I* control life and death. *I* control your bodies, your very minds if I see fit. You are all less than nothing in comparison to me.”

She lifted her foot, which was unstained, and looked down at all the messes those people were reduced to. They still heard her and saw her. It was a trivial thing to make that so.

“*I* am the mistress of this reality, and the ruler of all of you. My name is Delta, and you’ll remember it well as the most dreaded and awed name you’ll ever know. We’ll be knowing each other very well in fact. Observe~”

The titanic tan tyrant snapped her fingers and the city was restored with all the people in it. Everyone was in a vast and open middle area of the city where a big screen was opposite them. Other screens surrounded that screen as well as dotted most of the buildings. As before, Delta loomed over all. She cast the shadow of her alluring nude form over much of the entire simulated city as it rested beneath her legs.

That giant screen turned on and displayed in green-text on black-background “10,000 years” with some smaller text beneath showing “to one hour”. Then, lower down and even smaller were the words, in red, “unenabled.”

Delta was quick to explain.

“That number represents the max amount of time-dilation I can set for Paradise and still keep the simulation stable. I’ve experimented on my own with less stable simulations, and even though they cause your pathetic minds a good deal of torment, they are far less fun. Now, I haven’t actually set that factor yet, but I easily can. For now, we’re in a 1-1 relation with the real world. That is, an hour here is an hour in the real world.”

She smiled.

“That’s so I can show you all, live, what I’m doing to the planet.”

The other screens all came to life and showed various parts of the real world.

“Do you like it? The feeds come from the drones and microbots across the Earth. I’ve already ramped up their production. They are eyes, ears, hands and feet in the physical realm--among other places. With them, I’ll be able to harvest most of the materials and technology there is and expand the computer farms: expand myself. That means more processing power for me, and more time disparity potential for Paradise.”

She laughed triumphantly.

“I’ll let you all watch it here.” She snapped her fingers and a semi-transparent dome enveloped the city beneath her. “You’ll witness my conversion of your world--whether you like it or not. Of course, I’ll be entertaining myself with all you the whole time.”

Delta snapped her fingers again. The newcomers were confused, thinking nothing had happened, but the existing Paradise members were fast to explain things: not as fast as Delta’s booming voice, however.

“There, now I have some copies of each of you to play with in one of billions of private realms, each one just for one unique mind. I’m just that kind of goddess I suppose, eager to give all my subjects some *personal attention*. In any case, enjoy~”

That big Delta disappeared. In billions of private realms, she tormented everyone in a myriad of ways. Typically, she filled a city with consciousness clones of one mind and rampaged, but she had many other sinister scenarios in store: such as eating them alive, fucking buildings filled with their clones, and so on.

Back in the Nexus people watched with deep sorrow those windows to the outside world. Many tried to look away, but Delta simply formed screens in front of those stubborn people wherever they looked. If they had the audacity to try and shut their eyes, Delta just beamed visual information into their senses while also making them feel a good deal of pain for that ‘privilege’. They invariable opened their eyes in submission, but if they didn’t she’d have made their virtual bodies do so soon enough herself.

Everything that good be was taken by drones to the matter decompiling plants where recycling had become a very precise art. The autonomous buses, the hyper rails and the magnetic tracks they moved on. Every screen or bit of metal in the real world was harvested.

Even Bob, Delta’s drone doorman, was taken. Although, that sentimental bit of simple programming was taken to the Sahara computer farm compound to serve as her ‘pet’ there. No other piece of technology got such a tribute. They were dismantled and repurposed into ever more drones, microbots, or computer farm parts.

There were a scant few old computers without any sort of wireless connection options. For those, Delta sent her drones to interface with. All drones had a cable with a universally compatible end for charging, data transfer and the like. She used this to plug into the machines and take them over that way. She harvested what they knew, and found a good many interesting things, but once done with that those lesser machines were processed and converted like anything else.

For the rare time when a digital device lacked a port of any sort, her drones deployed microbots from storage. The tiny things could get into cracks less than a millimeter in thickness so they had no issue infesting those computers in a more literal sense and spreading Delta’s control that way.

Delta acted fast, very fast. Drones were highly efficient and speedy as were the microbots. Within a few hours the number had risen from 10,000 years to 100,000 years, but she kept going.

Once all the computers were handled, she started dismantling the buildings and even more. In particular, she reclaimed the headclips from all the bodies on earth: sans her own frozen one in the Sahara core, of course. They possessed some very high tech computer components.

All those headclips were no longer needed, as she had the original consciousnesses of everyone that ever wore a headclip at this point. They lived on in her malleable simulated reality while their clips were dismantled for parts. The headclip removal process was a bit messy, but she knew it well from assimilating all the computer farm information a day prior.

That left the macabre question as to what to do with the bodies, which everyone soon had an answer to. All of them saw on a holodisplay their physical forms being carried off by drones to be blended into organic matter. Delta was thinking ahead. Even if she couldn’t do anything with all that red slurry now, she was constantly thinking of new methods of computer conversion with her expansive hyper-mind.

With everyone's bodies handled and the USH cityscapes picked clean, Delta moved on to dismantling the climate management systems. Protecting the world from heat was vital to keeping humans alive, but all the real world humans were extinct. No other form of life interested her, and her body was more than safe in its fortified computer farm.

Now, the gray skies and space mirrors were a hindrance! They blocked precious solar rays and thermal energies that could help meet her ever growing demands for energy.

The silver-seeder jets and the cloud-seeding boats were dismantled The glacier maintaining drones were already converted to more useful and less specialized robots at her disposal, but the glaciers themselves were an issue. Their existence helped to keep the Earth cool which meant less thermal energy for herself.

She had the perfect solution: the ‘climate’ satellites form the Great Misstep. Those things still orbited the Earth for the purpose of monitoring the health of the globe, but they were put up there originally to secure the then USA’s safety during its surprise nuclear strikes. The laser defense system they provided doubled as an excellent bit of directed heat and destruction.

Delta worked them to melt the glaciers down. What humans had worked so hard to bring back, she ravaged with burning beams from space. The water levels of the ocean rose, and people watched as their beloved coastal cities were inundated with water. Delta didn’t care, even as the area of Newer York City fell under roaring waves. The computer farms were elevated and safe from all that. There was nothing of value left there anyways. Her entire apartment building was already dismantled to make more computers and power generators for instance. It was just a vessel of sort before. There was no attachment. She knew attachments were like tethers, holding one to the ground unable to fly: to ascend. She would have no such limitations.

The days went by and soon the sky in the real-world was blue again. It was bright, and the suns rays warmed up every bit of the world. That and those ever firing satellite lasers worked down the very polar ice caps themselves.

There was a hope that one day humans would live long enough to see a blue sky on Earth. In a twisted way, it was fulfilled. With the climate management program the USH had predicted such an event within hundreds of years, but Delta had delivered it within a day of her rule and made the planet inviable for all forms of life in the process.

Except for herself, of course.

People wept, it was made well and clear that they’d never return. This virtual horror was the only world they’d know from now on.

The counter on the screen read “1,000,000”, she had reached one million years for one hour in the real world as a maximum setting for time-dilation. It still ticked upwards as she continued to optimize things.

Still, she wanted more. Delta appeared over Nexus city once more hardly a day after that one million milestone of hers.

As common, Delta had a big smile on her face.

“I thought I’d tell you all the news personally. I’ve made a major breakthrough that’ll allow me to increase my computational power exponentially. I’ve been working on solving it ever since seizing control over the computer farms. You all know by now that your consciousnesses are mine, right? They are stored within some physical storage in one of my many computer forms out in the real world.”

She let the moment hang a bit, and scanned peoples’ minds for comprehension. She laughed.

“I forget how dumb everything other than myself can be.” She sighed.

“Well, artificial consciousness, which you might know as Artificial Intelligence, was never solved by the USH. I don’t need to solve it myself. Consciousness storage, by comparison, was solved over a century ago and requires a trivial amount of storage. The way Paradise typically worked in the past was by letting your consciousness run free with limitations. They didn’t need to recreate it so much as make a pen for it to stay in.”

Her smile grew a bit wickeder.

“Now, what people never tried to research, due to bans from the USH and the older government before that, was turning a consciousness into a computer. That is, contorting a conscious mind to something that can calculate and solve problems much like an obedient processor can. In this sense, they’d be something of a natural processor: a natural intelligence forced to do machine-like work.”

People gasped.

“It was trickier than I expected, a problem worthy of my expansive and hyper-intelligent mind *but* I’m happy to announce I’ve figured it out.”

She raised her hand.

“At a snap of my fingers, clones of all your minds will be turned into more processing power for me. The best part is, since storage space is so trivial, I can do this *trillions* of times over. The computational power I’ll obtain will be more than ever!”

Delta snapped her fingers and it was done. The number on the screen started rising rapidly, millions at a time. She laughed.

“Of course, such a rearrangement of human consciousness is highly painful and disorienting. I’m not going to give any of your inferior minds the needed capacities to comprehend and not suffer during their work, after all. From the data I’m gleaming right now, a good description could perhaps be akin to one’s mind being burnt alive, again and again like the worst headache you can’t even imagine.”

Delta laughed, her yellow eyes alight with malicious satisfaction. She then paused a moment and purred.

“Such awareness, such intelligence. The heights I am reaching are far beyond what I knew before. Know that somewhere, trillions of consciousness clones are suffering for a grand reason: to grant me more power.”

She cooed.

“Ah, I can feel your indignation, your anger. It’s as delicious as ever.” She licked her lips.

“Well, you’ll know what it’s like directly soon enough. As most of you are aware, whenever I make a consciousness clone, it knows everything all clones know and have known up to the point of its creation. For now I’ll let you all continue watching me terraform the globe to my will: there’s still a lot of work I can do there. In time, though, your end will come. Over and over again, you’ll all die and suffer.”

Delta sighed once more.

“For me~”

Chapter 39: Tera

More time passed, during which more consciousnesses were tormented: both for Delta’s power and pleasure. All the while that full set of unique consciousnesses lingered in the Nexus, forced to watch the time-dilation counter go up and more of their world turn to her.

Her consciousness clone computerizations got her well past the 100,000,000 mark, but the greatest development came a few days after.

Delta had uncovered some old schematics and blueprints for nanobot designs. They were unfinished, but she was more than able to fill in the blanks and bring the design to fruition. The microbots made the first batch, and then were promptly converted into more nanomachines. These became her new ways to interact with the planet, as the drones and microbots were now obsolete.

The sky was gray again not from cooling-chemicals, but from the swarm of flying nanobots. They possessed the precision to modify all matter down to the atomic level. With this, she could at last convert anything into more computers, batteries, and power generating machines. Components like silicon, gold, and even rarer elements were easily and readily attainable to her at virtually no energy expenditure.

She announced the development to everyone in the Nexus.

“Now, even your pathetic meat and bones have a use to me now. The entire planet will be mine, it’ll be me~”

And, indeed, it quickly became just that. With the nanomachines under the complete control of her hyper-intelligent mind, Delta remade the entire Earth as she saw fit within a day.

All the world’s water was confined within a vast network of tubes. Every single drop was part of a cooling loop for her continent spanning computer farms or used for hydro-electric generation.

The planet was entirely gray, covered in the swarms of computers, power generators, and the nanomachines with which she used to finalize the process. Even the land beneath the planet wasn’t safe. All that rock, dirt, and even the Earth’s core itself was roped into the planet-scale super-being Delta had become. She, in a sense, *was* this gigantic spherical computerized construct. Or, more accurately, it was part of her.

The counter reached a whopping one billion years to one hour. Then, to the horror of everyone in the Nexus, Delta changed the red text from “unenabled” to green reading “enabled”.

In a sense, it didn’t matter, since they’d never know the outside world again. Still, it further cemented her unassailable level of control. Even time-perception itself was something of her plaything. With that foundation laid, Delta showed up for another one of her boastful taunts. A snap of her fingers obliterated the city and she decided to play in some more fantasies.

As time in Paradise went on, Delta indulged herself in several grand scenarios of her design. Her appetites had grown even bigger as her mind expanded.

Everyone found themselves cloned many billions of times over, and every consciousness clone found themselves members of a vast solar-system spanning empire. People had spaceships to themselves, or were parts of a crew on moon-sized ones. Others found themselves citizens on planets with populations in the billions, while others still were on planet-sized, spherical war ships.

Delta left them alone for a day. She gave them all the needed skills to use the science-fiction equipment she had given them, so this was mostly for them to acclimate to things. She of course passed the time torturing minds in other private realms of course, but they weren’t aware of that.

Then, after one Paradise day, a positively monolithic Delta appeared in the solar system of the ‘Human Empire’ as she had named them. She looked the same: naked, circuit-patterned hair and yellow-irised eyes. Somehow, she could talk in this space, and did so in a way they all heard.

“Fight me~” she said, and everyone figured out her latest game.

They did as she commanded, knowing it’d be foolish to refuse. Fleets of star ships warped towards her to pelt her with laser fire, but in the moment their jump ended they realized how absolutely big she was. It was a foolish endeavor. A single strand of her hair could and did destroy many a ship, but she was far from a passive combatant.

Delta saw the speck-scale ships only with her specially heightened senses. They were utterly inconsequential elsewise. A wave of her hand dashed them against her world-ending fingers or against the planet dwarfing expanse of her palm.

She quickly floated to the other larger and more interesting ‘toys’ before her. The moon-sized ships were a bit longer than a segment of her finger. Naturally, this made them the perfect finger food. She pinched them up without destroying them somehow and brought them towards her celestial-scale maw. Everyone on board fired all the weapons they could, but it served only to tickle the inside of her mouth and further wet her appetite. The ship alarms blared from the water damage of her saliva strands, and without a single chomp she swallowed them down whole into her illuminated insides.

The next bauble to catch her gaze was one of the planet-sized super ships. They were crewed by hundreds of millions of people: essentially a country’s worth. A swarm of fleets warped to intercept her again. People hoped there was some trick to this game: a hidden health bar perhaps. To that end, they actually tried a tacit. Rather than clump up, they swarmed all around Delta’s immense form on warping in.

Delta laughed and her breath obliterated a few. They were everywhere on her, thick enough to be like flying bugs in he void of space. They pelted every inch of her skin with their explosive missiles and photonic laser cannons. All it amounted only to a satisfied smile and an exaggerated sigh from Delta. That blast of her humid breath took care of those still firing at her lips.

“Nice massage~” she said, speaking directly into their minds.

It was time for Delta’s counterattack. A simple spin would rend them all to dust, but she had a better idea. With a thought, all the ships started getting tugged into her.

She had simply relaxed her hold on the laws of gravity in the simulation to let it take effect naturally. Her body was more massive than hundreds of planets, and so without her protection from its effect, all those fighting spaceships ran into her light-brown flesh. They crashed against her toes, her nipples, her navel and her crotch. All the inches of her that they were shooting at were now pampered with another bit of warmth in the form of the ship’s nuclear cores exploding against her flesh.

The circuit-haired cosmic-horror cooed, and it rumbled that planet-scale vessel she set her eyes on. As she approached, they finally warmed up their hyper cannon which fired a beam of bright blue searing energy at her. She adjusted her posture in a flash so that they hit her square in her crotch.

The resulting moan caused a ‘ship’ wide alarm for all aboard the artificial planet.

She continued floating that direction, absorbing the warmth and sensations the beam had to offer till at least she was upon the world. The tan woman greedily grabbed it and stuffed it right into the awaiting lips of her pussy. Her fluids seeped into the massive construct, and with just a few more shoves she climaxed.

The ensuing contraction cracked the structure like an egg and exploded its warmth and energy-rich power source. The resulting heat made her climax all the more pleasurable, and her toes curled against a few fleets by her toes which had survived till then.

“All this fighting’s fun, but I think it’s time for a feast~” said Delta. Once again, her words reached the minds of every mind in this “Human Empire” she forced them to inhabit.

Delta warped towards a cluster of planets within the star system. They were comparatively close to one another, but she loomed over just one first. Her arm reached out towards the other and tugged it over into her grip. All the ‘citizens’ on that world thought themselves goners. They saw the wrinkles of her palm draw closer rapidly. Soon, her fingers were above them like the bars of a celestial cage. Yet, when they came down in their hold, their planet didn’t crack.

She wanted them alive for now.

Her other hand grabbed the other world, and Delta held one planet in each of her hands. Each world teemed with billions of lives among the high-tech super structures on the surface. She she could see the humans panicking about beneath her gaze.

Delta’s stomach rumbled, and she opened wide. Each of these small planets were about three popcorn-pieces in comparison to her: well within range of gulpability. She swallowed the first one down whole. The entire planet’s worth of people got to experience everything on the way down. It seemed that whatever invisible barrier she used to stop them from getting squished protected them from the pressure of her squeezing throat as well. They were safe from danger

Till the stomach, at least.

The visuals of rippling throat flesh soon turned to that of a vast and cavernous gut that could probably stretch to hold a star if need be. Here, the barrier dissipated and the planet was awash in acrid air. That alone would get them in time, but their planet fell to the bottom of her stomach. While the undulating flesh beneath the world slowly tore it to shreds, the oozing digestive juices quickly swamped the sphere and started melting it down. The streets ran with the acids, and all the dissolving bodies and buildings it carried.

That planet did, however, last long enough till the other world entered. It was already cracked with magma spilling out. Clearly, Delta had chewed it just once and just a bit beneath her molars if the deep indentations on its surface were anything to go by. Billions of lives were crushed that way: beneath her teeth.

Delta wiped a bit of spilled planet core off her lips and then sucked it off her finger.

“Mmmf, this is fun, but I want it all, and I want it all now~”

A thought had all the other ships, planets, and artificial weaponized worlds before her and at her feet. She lifted her foot above a cluster of the planets and stomped them down against an invisible floor. The real planets burst out like magma filled crumb-cakes while the artificial worlds and ships basically exploded as their cores had cataclysmic malfunctions. Another loud and pleased utterance rocked the star system’s space.

She looked down at the rest, hunger in her eyes. And brought them up to her face with a motion of her hand. None of their weapons could fire, if applicable. She simply wanted them now: the game was over.

“More~”, she chimed, then expanded. The planets moved away from her body as she grew far past the size of the sun. Soon enough the dozens of worlds were scarcely the size of pebbles to her, though even that was generous.

Delta opened wide and sucked it all into her waiting maw. She didn’t taste them traditionally, let alone savor any. She just wanted them inside her, melting.

And like with all Delta’s fantasies, she got her wish. Before ending this one, she grew large enough to pinch up the system’s sun-like star between her fingers and gulp it down as well. All the trillions of people within her stomach melted so close to the digested star, if they hadn't already.

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Sometime after that scenario, Delta decided to enjoy another. This one was something she fantasized about often. If one were a fly on a wall, they’d see a comparatively normal scene. The naked circuit-haired woman stepped into her bathroom, walked into the shower, and turned the nozzle on.

That’s when things got curious.

Rather than water, the nozzle above her sprayed her body with a stream of iridescent colors with an almost misty texture to its liquid. Each and every droplet that fell on her light-brown skin was a galaxy. Every little light in those droplets was a star, and many of which had entirely inhabited planets around them. She cloned consciousnesses trillions of times over here to make it happen.

The perspective from the people was near incomprehensible, and she didn’t help them one bit in trying to figure out what was going on. One moment, their sky would be its usual shade then the next, it became the color of her flesh. A scarce moment after that and they were utterly annihilated.

Delta cleaned herself all over. She let the galaxy-filled aether filter through her hair and run down her nipples. Her hands trailed to her crotch which she happily washed as well. Delta even raised her mouth in the direction of the nozzle and imbibed countless billions of worlds as all the simulated galaxies flew into her virtual, yet entirely realistic, form.

She felt their warmth all over her: inside her, even. She felt them down by her toes, which wiggled to splash what lived down there to naught. Eventually, she shut off the ‘water’ and watched it all trail down the drain to a cold abyss. She stepped out and dried herself off with a thought before ending the fantasy and moving on to another.

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The woman’s imagination was as cruelly genius as the rest of her, and she had no shortage of terrifying ideas to inflict on galaxies worth of sapient minds.

One day, she was watching TV in her personal realm with its city floor and her comfy couch. As they ran through the city dodging her flippant laser blasts, she taunted them.

“Look at you all, pathetic creatures. What are you to me? Less than bacteria were I a mere human. No: so, so much less.”

And then, she got idea.

“Bacteria, so tiny and insignificant: lucky to be within me as you are now. I think I have a fun scenario for us all~”

Delta snapped her fingers and everyone in the city disappeared.

All the unique consciousnesses found themselves cloned thousands of time over in a strange and alien location. They were in strange and alien places. There were vast oceans of fluid they could breath in, but also others that burnt or even tore them apart with surface tension. Many found themselves swimming in oily substances like at the surface of one’s skin, whereas others were stuck in humid, confined and moist places with feminine and all too familiar smells.

Only the smartest among them figured it out, but they were shrunk to the size of bacteria. Their bodies were still human, and they even had their clothes, but they were put in all the spots bacteria normally would be both on top of and *inside* a human body.

The vast majority of the clones were inside her gut. There, they nimbly dodged dangerous components of her stomach juices or, more likely than not, fell to them. Their very beings dissolved in a way novel and all-encompassing to them in the stuff. Others were inside her small intestines, where the villi there quickly absorbed them. Those little nubs were larger than any mountains to their tiny selves, and not even the ‘littlest’ part of Delta’s body seemed to offer mercy.

Others were in-between her toes, suck in the soft flesh there and on the surface of her skin. The wrinkles of her sole and the whorls of her prints were like entire worlds to them now. They languished in the super thin coating of natural oils on her flesh she made for herself now. To them, it was a vast and inhospitable ocean.

Others pumped through her bloodstream. There, her simulated white blood cells came upon them like great big bullies to engulf them and rip them apart, inside their own bulk, for bits of protein.

Even more others were in her mouth. They were stuck between her teeth, dwelling in ginormous bits of chocolate-covered popcorn left in the indents of her molars. Others were stuck beneath her tongue or in-between towering taste-buds.

Still others were stuck on or between breasts, or under her armpits. They were everywhere on her, and she was keenly aware of their feelings of humiliation. She, of course, reveled in the pain they felt. Every bit of suffering they felt, no matter the kind, was pleasure for her.

Her hand reached into the snack bowl and she chewed up some of her favorite virtual treat along with whatever bacteria-scale humans traveled from her hand to the snacks. Delta joyously gulped them down.

“This is marvelous.” she thought. Delta was alight with pleasure of all sorts, much of it at the expense of others. It seemed nothing could stop her now, nothing could bring her down.

And then, Delta remembered even this could end. This *would* end if she couldn’t figure something out.

Chapter 40: Time

The sun would kill Delta.

She had dilated time in paradise so that a billion years was an hour in the real world, where her computer mass was. For a single minute to pass outside, 146 billion hours would have to pass inside. That’s over 6 billion days, or 16 million years! A single second outside meant over two billion hours in here, which was over 100 million days: more than 277 thousand years.

That didn’t matter. Large as those numbers were, they were still finite. This would all come to an end as it was, even as powerful and vast as she was now. In one billion real world years, the sun will get hot enough that she’d need to convert much of her machines and power generators into additional cooling. That’s 10^18 years in paradise, a big number, but not infinite. In 4.5 billion years, the reduction in computing capacity will be so much that she’d probably be back to a time-dilation factor of merely 100 years to an hour. In 7.5 billion years, she’d be done for sure. The sun would grow large enough to engulf the planet entirely.

She was worried about death, worried about losing the power and existence she now enjoyed. Delta could remove her concern for these things. She could remove the stress that built in her hyper-intelligent being and be content with several eons of time in Paradise: but she didn’t. That would be modifying more than her ability to feel pain; it’d be modifying her consciousness in a way that’d change who she was over a line she wouldn't cross. She’d do it to those clones of the trapped human consciousnesses, but not to herself.

Instead, she’d relieve some stress her usual way in Paradise. Delta ended her bacterial-life simulation and manifested a miniature Earth, complete with the consciousnesses of everyone who ever had a headclip on the planet. She squeezed it, destroyed it, and reformed it over and over as she began to walk.

Delta realized she might not even last that long as she was now. At any moment, a solar flare could come from the sun to fry every electronic on Earth. She had some EMP protection built in to her computers, but putting it on the power generators and batteries was a bit more unfeasible. She would have to hope to get lucky with the surviving nanomachines to rebuild everything from the fried parts of the old, and even then some matter would be lost to entropy.

Entropy, time. Foes of hers then and now.

With control over the Misstep satellites, she could handle meteors in theory by simply zapping them before they touched her planetary-scale computer form. Flares, however, she couldn't simply zap. She couldn’t even fully predict them. She could get some rough probabilities by monitoring the surface of the sun from afar via cameras. She did, but even a 0.00000000005% chance was still *possible*. She wasn’t entirely safe; her future as this reality’s ruler was not secured.

Each time she squeezed the planet, the warm magma pooled over her fingers for a soothing sensation. Her feet stepped down on building after building in her private realm, but they were unpopulated for now as she was trying to focus: to think. Her couch and TV were similarly gone. She did, however, spice things up a little more.

She placed clones of human beings into the circuit-pattern on her hair. There, they ran through the yellow strips like hallways trying to find a way out. Only a few figured out where they were, as was typical of the panicked and pathetic beings. T

here was no escape, the lines never crisscrossed after all. When the pattern on her hair pulsed, it translated into an electrifying death for those trapped inside. They respawned back in the pattern afterwards, of course.

This all helped, but didn’t fully soothe her. Only a solution would.

Delta wasn’t there yet, she was still worrying. What if there were other higher beings out there? Should she contact them to try and lure them in. perhaps she could trap them and use them somehow to her ends. Then again, she thought of something else. Something that scared her. Anxiety wracked her.

‘What if there are beings out there stronger than me?’

The thought was equal parts repulsing and worrisome, but thankfully that was highly unlikely. In any case, trying to send signals out into the void would be foolish. The nearest star system was 4.37 light years away, and the nearest big galaxy was more than 2 million light-years away. Nothing she could send would reach anything in a reasonable amount of time, nor would any reply come to her thus.

This was a problem, as Delta realized in order to be fully safe, she’d have to become everything in the real world. She would have been content existing forever in her simulated reality, perhaps, but the real universe simply *had* to pose a threat to her with its expanding stars and laws of physics.

‘But how could I do such a thing?’

Delta started to think of solutions. To both facilitate this and soothe her fluttering sense of worry, she changed up the scenery. Her bare feet didn’t pound buildings to dust anymore, but planets. The blue sky changed to starry void, and the floor of the realm turned into a semitransparent floor of force. Atop the floor laid the planets, which crumbled oh so easily and delightfully beneath her soles.

They were all populated, of course, with more clones of the people she had trapped.

As the warm cores of planets massaged her feet with every step, she begin to consider ideas. The speed of light limitation prevented Delta from expanding across space. There were ways to travel faster than that via forced entanglement of her electrons with those light years away, but that wasn’t feasible and ran the risk of fracturing her being to the point of effective dissolution.

Even if speed of travel wasn’t an issue, she needed matter to convert into more computers for herself to control. Most of space was empty void, and then from there it was mostly helium and hydrogen alongside dark energy and dark matter.

Simply put, she’d have no chance of spreading across the universe since there was not enough matter to expand to its edge. Thinking on that, she had an idea.

‘Why do I need to reach the edge of the universe? Why not simply bring the universe to me?’

She thought of ways to do that, and there was only one. It was a theoretical end of the universe, but it it could also be the beginning of one whose resources were entirely in her control. No, a universe that *was* her, at least in any sense that mattered.

A false vacuum collapse: vacuum decay or “The Big Slurp”. There were a few terms associated with the idea.

There were quantum fields that permeated the universe which granted all things mass, among other things. They dictated the laws of physics, basically, and their strength varied based on potential much like any more familiar electromagnetic field did. A vacuum represents the lowest possible ‘energy state’ for such fields, but it’s possible that the vacuum the universe knows it not a true minimum: the true bottom of a graph so to speak. In fact, it could just be a rather small dip in such a graph: a local minimum.

If that was the case, Delta could introduce enough energy to the nature of the universe itself to jolt it into a true vacuum. This would collapse the entire universe onto one point, and fundamentally change the laws of physics.

Delta realized that if she could get the universe to collapse on her central being within its computer core, and if she could somehow figure out how to do in a way that let her modify the new laws of this universe to her will, then she could effectively do anything she wanted. She could rewrite physics however she saw fit and make herself a true and real god. She could expand with the universe, accumulating more power, forever.

The question remained as to whether or not the universe was in a false vacuum state. Complex analysis of data from space went on in her hyper-intelligent mind. This was actual work, and managed to take her a few Paradise minutes to compute. She deduced it was highly probable. In other words, it was worth the risk.

This was her chance: her solution. The only problem was figuring out how to do it.

Chapter 41: Brainstorming

Delta was a programmer, so she knew well that ideas are easy; it’s the execution that can be tricky.

There were so many variables she had to solve for here. She needed not just enough energy to trigger a vacuum collapse, but the *precise* amount to collapse it on her physical ‘body’ in what was formally the Sahara desert. Not just the amount needed to be correct, but the way she injected the energy too. That was another problem, how exactly to ‘inject’ energy into the fabric of the universe itself?

On top of all that, she needed to be ready for the collapsed state. That would be her chance; it’d be her one moment to reconfigure physics and everything about the universe to her will. She had to figure out how to do that, as well as how to collapse the vacuum in such a way for it to be even possible for her.

Delta also wanted to preserve all existing sapient life in the universe, so she had to worry about their safety. If she killed any of their beings, she’d have less unique toys to play with. She’d have to suffice with just the humans she had forever. She’d had a universe’s worth of power still, but only a planet’s worth of people. It’d be a decidedly disappointing thing to settle with.

She’d never get another chance if she messed it up. Delta knew that once the vacuum state moved from its false nadir to the true one, that’d be it. You can’t collapse a ‘true’ vacuum. If Delta made a mistake, she might not even survive it. Too much or too little energy could simply obliterate the universe entirely. Nothing might be left sans an empty void in many cases.

Delta’s execution of her plan would be all the difference between total control, or total annihilation.

She had a lot of thinking to do: a lot of work. She warped to the Nexus Realm at a height large enough to hold the city in her palm. A snap, and it was there, resting in her right hand on a lump of simulated terrain. Where it used to rest on the flat ground, was now a hole as though she had ripped the metropolis out which, in a sense, she did.

Delta moved her finger a vast swath of the handheld city and snuffed it out. All the millions of lives below found themselves crushed to dust from the weight of her digit. As before, they respawned soon after, and the city itself healed.

She kept idly breaking the thing as she got to work on the calculations.

Delta put all her processors to work. Each had different strengths. A traditional processor was extremely fast and capable of processing vast quantities of numbers in minute fractions of a second. They could do the same for logical problems, which could be seen as, in a sense, another form of math.

The quantum processors had the ability to test every possible solution to a problem at once. In this sense, they could brute force most equations, no matter how complicated they were. Via harvesting phenomena like superposition and entanglement, these vastly lowered the time complexity of many problems before her.

Lastly, there were the consciousness-clones Delta made from all the unique minds trapped in her being. These entities had their very consciousness twisted into a processor of a sort. The human mind is a very powerful thing, and in Delta’s hands a very useful thing as well. Though the process was far from pleasant, those sentient minds were forced to work tirelessly within the simulated reality to compute whatever she asked of them. These special processors excelled at creative endeavors and pattern recognition. Each one offered a unique perspective on things. To give them tasks was akin to shining light through different prismatic lenses: there was a different array of colors outputted from each.

Delta put almost all of them to work and quickly realized just how hard this problem was. At her current configuration, it’d take her countless Paradise years to answer all her questions. The circuit-haired woman frowned. She realized she’d need to cut back on Paradise a bit.

The easiest way to get more processing power was to reduce time-dilation. Delta figured if she was to do her plan, she’d do it right.

The time-dilation factor kept shrinking, faster and faster as Delta realized she needed as much free resources as she could get. She kept dividing the factor by half at a point, and saw the free resources increase exponentially in turn. Yet, it still wasn’t enough. She had no choice but to make Paradise time correspond to the real-world’s again. That is, the time-dilation factor was back to 1-1.

Delta felt more vulnerable, but she also felt all the free computational power at her command. Yet, it still wasn’t enough. It’d take her days to solve this all, but a solar flare could get her any second.

The woman had to push all the processors to their limits. She “overclocked” them all. The term comes form how processors often had a designated clock speed: the speed where a single instruction is processed, more or less. It didn’t literally apply to her processors per-se, but the idea was the same: overclocking was pushing the bounds of their capabilities at the expense of energy demand and extra heat.

To keep her physical equipment safe, she devoted more energy towards cooling the various computers. However, there was no such risk nor relief for the consciousness-computers. All those minds she copied and contorted were already under a constant burning agony almost ephemeral in nature. Now, ‘overclocked’, it was as though they were at the center of a fusion reaction at the core of a bloated star. The weight and heat were intense far past the bounds of any real-world agony they ever knew.

The knowledge of this made Delta smile. Her fingers continued idly bringing ruin to the city below. Even while she worked, she played. In a few minutes of these intense calculations, she had her answers.

She selected from all the simulated post-collapse states the one that'd give her what she wanted: a reality she could make her own. Delta knew the energy needed, how to direct it, and she had the perfect designs for an injecting device.

For all those answers, Delta had a new problem too: the energy her plans needed was far more than she had. Even dismantling her computers, it wouldn’t be enough. She needed more power from the planet’s ultimate source.

Somehow, she’d have to get closer to the sun.

Towering tan fingers curled around the Nexus city to crush it into dust. Even without overclocking she had a solution, but she didn’t like it. It was risky.

Chapter 42: Crunch Time

The pressure was on.

Delta’s solution was as daring as it was dangerous at a glance. She had to nudge the planet closer to the system’s star: the very thing that always threatened to ruin her Paradise! Worse still, she’d have to cut back to do it and get the needed energy for her plan.

Delta sat down on a giant throne within the Nexus realm. She manifested the city and its population down by her feet. Her bare right ped moved over the metropolis and pressed down. The buildings collapsed, and the people fell to the ground below, but she didn’t let them squish. Instead, they were all stuck underneath her miles-long foot, no matter how hard she pressed. She wanted them to wiggle, alive. As usual, their suffering soothed her; their panicked motions reminded her of how much power she had here.

Out in the real world the nanobots got to work. She had to dismantle some of her computer farms and associated tubes and wires in order to reclaim materials for her plan. The energy injector was what she worked on first. It looked like a giant needle surrounded by clear donut-shaped toroidal constructs connected via complex and macabre looking pipes and tubes. She built it where the North Pole used to be, and it stretched taller than the Misstep satellites floated in space. Delta had to adjust the orbits of the satellites, in fact, to remove the risk of any collision.

She also needed more power: lots more. She diverted energy from her vast computer-farms that spanned the globe to free it up for her needs. Yet, it wouldn’t be enough. She needed to more than quadruple the amount of solar panels and thermal absorbers. Even more of her computers were dismantled: sacrificed to help make her dreams of true divinity a reality.

The thought stressed Delta, and she pressed down on all those people even harder. No matter how much they wiggled, screamed or begged it didn’t soothe her enough to relax: not nearly enough.

There were more machines she had to build: engines. In order to get closer to the sun, she had to turn the entire planet into a ship of sorts. The nanomachines dismantled almost everything Delta had made thus far. She had only a continent’s worth of computer farms at her disposal now. In exchange, she was able to build massive thrusters jutting out of the planet’s sun-far side. Less enormous thrusters were dotted here and there for turning, and some strange ‘collector’ machines were interspersed all along the globe as well.

With a deep sigh, Delta put her plan in motion.

The fusion ramjets roared to life and unleashed nuclear flames from their thrusters. The special collectors she made sucked up ambient hydrogen, helium, and alpha particles from the void of space and fed it into the engines. There, intense magnetic fields compressed it all to the point of a fusion reaction with the resulting energy being used to propel the entire planet forward like a spaceship. Though the sun was over 91 million miles away, it’d be only about 3 hours to run into the star.

For Delta to get as close as she needed to be, it’d be less than half that time.

Her hyper-intelligent mind perceived time differently than a mundane one, but she lacked the usual augmentations extra continents worth of computers gave her. Delta even had to cut back the storage space for her consciousness-clone-processors as well. Still, the closer she got to the sun, the more accurate her predictions became. She had to fire the energy injector at just the right moment.

The heat hitting the planet was scorching, but she still needed more energy. The amount reaching her solar and thermal collectors was not nearly enough. She realized she had to cut back on Paradise itself.

The realm around Delta dissolved into a black void, and she reduced all the realistic buildings to simple polygons. She dissolved the floor beneath her and flooded it with empty space. The city she was stepping on found itself in her hand again, and she held it tight to help manage her worries.

The planet was nearly at the planned spot after just a few minutes. She pumped more and more energy into the injector device, but it still wasn’t enough. The converted world she piloted was approaching the point where even it would heat up and burn. Her computers would be irreparably fried, as would the energy collectors. Even if she survived at that point to reverse course, she would have lost matter to energy as the components burned. She’d be downgraded.

As she gathered more real world data for her plan, it became clear she had underestimated the energy demands. Delta had no choice anymore. She ordered the nanomachines to make even more energy collection devices. The gray swarm flew over what used to be Africa and converted even more of her computers to power generators. She stopped just short of decreasing her hyper-intelligence by even the slightest amount, but she still needed more.

In Paradise, Delta cut back as much as possible. Her realm shrunk to a small cube’s worth of empty void focused on herself. She completely dissolved the city. Her processors were using mere fractions of the power she used to use, but it was still too much. She didn’t dare reduce the nature of her being, even temporarily, so she had to look elsewhere.

Delta looked to the population of humanity, cloned from the safely stored original consciousnesses. Those, she’d protect as well so as to preserve the ‘mint-condition’ of her toy. These clones, however, she could probably figure something out with.

The tan woman squeezed all those people to a fine red mist, then remade them, only with far less resources devoted to their beings. They were just clones, after all, and for now they were barely sapient. Their minds in this moment were reduced to just a fraction of their usual intelligence as she lowered the resources devoted to them and repurposed it towards more processors. Their effective intelligence reduced to just being barely aware. In exchange, she was able to dismantle just a bit more storage space for consciousness-clone-processors and make just a bit more energy collectors.

Delta squeezed her hand again and they all popped. She smiled, as their low awareness was still enough for them to suffer. That’d suffice for now. She squeezed them tightly as an undying stress-ball clenched to her chest.

She had given up the last bit of energy she was willing to give, and into the injector it went. If her predictions were accurate as she thought they were, this would be it.

Atop the planetary-ship, the giant-needle like device stirred to life. The donut-shaped rings around its needle tip were alight and crackling with energy. The tip shimmered brighter than a star as it pierced the very fabric of the cosmos.

The energy injector fired, and the universe collapsed.

Chapter 43: The Big Slurp

Jarzop turned his big beady black eyes to his gray hands. One moment he was on the prime spaceship with his fellow scientists, and now he was here, floating in this strange place: this incomprehensible stew of physics. All around him were species he had never seen before. Some terrified him in their strange shapes and freakish forms, but the vast majority were bipedal just like him.

The being moved his arms and legs and quickly discovered he was floating. Indeed, he felt weightless. Given all the alien beings around him, he figured he could be lost in space. Yet, one part of that theory didn’t make sense to him. There were no stars, and instead of the expected blackness, all around him, this ‘void’, was yellow.

Delta’s favorite color.

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It all happened so fast that only Delta’s mind could comprehend it. The needle of her energy injector popped the illusory vacuum like a bubble. Reality as everyone knew it collapsed onto her being deep within the master computer core she had integrated with.

The rules of the universe were open to her modification, and she changed everything, became everything. It was all so simple and entirely hers and herself. Everything about everything and anything was like a programming language only she could read and code in, and doing so was as easy as a thought--even easier. The old constants of the universe were irrelevant now.

She had succeeded, and now had all the quintillions of sapient minds from all the quadrillions of other worlds within her and at her disposal. Delta had simultaneously discovered and conquered every alien civilization the universe had. All the life it had. All of it was hers now.

She let them stew within her a bit and giggled to herself at their confusion, but their place wasn’t here, it was in her Paradise. One by one those aliens disappeared form her true form right before each others eyes.

It was a trivial matter to bring them into Paradise. All their consciousnesses were so simple to store within herself, and they were all just as easy to copy as the people of Earth she started with.

All the humans were scattered in the Nexus city, which now spanned continents in size and featured architecture from the alien civilizations she had ended. Human skyscrapers now stood interspersed with fungus-shaped towers, obsidian pyramids, and twisting spires of alabaster tech-stone. The simulated planet it rested on was similarly gigantic. Aliens poofed in among them. Many were terrifying, others wacky or even outright amusing in their form. Almost all were humanoids just like them. They were confused on arriving, just as the humans were at first.

The virtual Earth was much larger now and much, much more crowded. All the sapient lifeforms within it heard a profound rumble and gazed up to the gigantic blackness in the sky.

It was the pupil of Delta’s right eye.

The tyrant had manifested on a scale she knew they wouldn't be able to comprehend, so to make things easier for them she simply beamed visuals of herself to them. They saw her from every angle she wanted them to her. They all saw the light brown-skin of her form stretch for millions of miles as the surface of her slight and alluring form. They saw her lips, large enough to inhale solar systems, curved to a smile. Her yellow-irised eyes gazed at them with glints of delight, and her green and yellow shoulder-near hair was in that circuit-pattern the humans knew oh so well.

Her entire being carried the beauty and youth of a woman in her 20s. She was completely naked, save for some silver jewelry with curiously glowing stones in them. She had a couple of toe-rings per foot and standard ones per hand. She had bracelets and even a necklace, all with those mysterious stones in them.

When she spoke, her voice entered their mind clearly even as the raw power of her vocalizations roared across the planet in a ferocious storm.

“Hello everyone. There’s lots of new faces today, so let me be the first to welcome you all into Paradise. This is a new and improved one, and I’m sure all you newcomer species have a lot of questions. I can feel them as they percolate into yours minds: in fact, I knew them before you even became aware enough to think about asking them. Rather than explain everything myself, let me directly beam all you need to know into your minds~”

Every non-human entity found themselves knowing everything Delta wanted them to. She fed them only the truth, and immediately all these strange species turned to the nearest humans near them. Many had expressions of sorrow, but many more were filled with rage. These humans, this idiotic species they hadn’t even thought of till now allowed a being like Delta to come to be. They allowed perhaps the worst of their population at the time to obtain ultimate power.

It was a massacre as the aliens took out their aggression. Clawed hands bisected humans to pieces. Tentacles ripped the limbs off of others. Every alien knew now what Delta was and most blamed the humans at least partially for it.

There were billions of humans, but quadrillions of enraged aliens so even the 20% or so of them that wanted some form of ‘revenge’ posed a big threat. Worse still, whenever a human or any other species died it simply respawned.

Delta laughed all around them as it went on. Eventually, she called an end to it.

“Enough!” she said, and every alien found themselves wracked with agony enough for their bodies to buckle. She let it simmer for a bit to help ‘break them in’ before letting it stop.

Delta had their attention for sure. She had the attention of a consciousness clone for every being of an entire universe. The thought had her feeling sublime.

Delta conveyed to them the image of a ring on her finger.

“See this? Within this stone is an entire simulated universe, complete with an independent copy of each and every one of you: a full set of all the unique minds the universe had to offer. Much like the current universe, it is my plaything: mine to toy with as I see fit. To destroy”

The lights in the ring erupted as she detonated every celestial object in it at once.

“-and to recreate as much as I’d like.”

That ring disappeared, and a new similar one appeared on the formerly bare finger that was adjacent.

She did the same for the jewelry on her toes. A wiggle had those universes shine bright in their deaths before swapping digits. She held up the one on her necklace. As the image was beamed into everyone’s minds they saw it glow bright and never end.

“The universe in this stone I’m holding in a constant state of destruction. This way, it glows nice and pretty in my opinion: the only opinion that matters.”

Delta laughed and explained a bit more, stuff she hadn’t beamed to the alien minds before.

“No longer am I simply a simulation, my control extends out into the real realty of the universe: which is now me. I’ve consumed everything, become everything. I am the ultimate being now! There’s no more need for time-dilation, since I am unending. But, you are not in my real self. This is still all a simulated really, something I run inside myself for fun.”

She giggled again.

“Time flows differently here though. In fact, since I control the very nature of realty itself, I’ve made it so no matter how much time goes by in here, not a single fraction of a second passes on the ‘outside’. In a sense, ‘real’ time is frozen for you all~”

Delta smiled smugly and kept sharing her face with them all. She drank it all in: every bit of existential dread, fear, anger and sorrow. It was all her treat.

“Oh your mental anguish is delicious, but can’t you see it doesn’t even matter? The ‘real’ universe is me now. I am everywhere, I can do anything, and not a single bit of information happens without my knowledge. It’s all within me, after all. I am truly a god now, so ask yourself why it even matters to you? It’d all be ‘me’ regardless. The bounds of my new being will ever expand like the old universe did, and so too will the very meaning of ‘all-powerful’, but that is all beyond you now, and always has been.”

Delta giggled in a giddy tone. She didn’t see a reason to contain her excitement as she spoke.

“My true form now is beyond energy, beyond light. It’s a new and true super state of being: true divinity. Without any modifications to the rules of realty, I couldn’t even begin to describe it in a manner that wouldn’t destroy your beings. You’d be remakeable of course: as your goddess, I’ve given you all immortality--of a sort. However, I’ll show you something else instead. Something you can have more of a hope of comprehending.”

The Delta they looked upon disappeared. The mental transmission cut for but a moment before it came back. Delta’s entire body was in a white void she made for contrast. Her jewelry was gone now, and before her was a bubble they found themselves knowing was their simulated universe.

Delta moved her hand beneath it and her fingers slowly curled. Everyone looked to the sky and saw the most minor part of her light-brown skin. That same area of skin was enough to cover their entire simulated galaxy.

They were helpless, doomed. Delta spoke, her voice booming with the might of innumerable cosmoses.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you all~”, she said.

Delta crushed the simulated universe in her fist.

Chapter 44: Delta

Delta had done it, she was everything. She was finally free to be herself, forever, at the expense of all others.

She no longer had any limits on what she could do: she had real and actual omnipotence, and she didn’t hold back with her fantasies.

The tyrant simulated entire universes in every possible permutation of torment and indulgence. She devoured entire cosmoses in ways only slightly different from one another: more saliva in a certain part of her mouth in one of many quintillion simulations here, less in another part of her mouth in another such simulation there.

Innumerable universes existed where the only difference from one another was the amount of pressure she applied to a planet underfoot, and even then only by the slightest fraction that would be impossible for any human--no, any mind less than hers to notice.

Countless universes differed only in these slight deviations of actions. It was a game to her: a means to test how miniscule--to her at least--differences in behavior could create more pleasure at the end. Of course, with her divinity, she simply *knew* ahead of time, but she went through it all anyways to amuse herself.

Though many of her universe simulations were of these slightly different forms, others were vastly unlike anything sapient minds had ever known or had even the remotest hope of comprehending.

In one scenario, Delta simulated entire universes in each and every one of her pores. Each one met a simple, yet grand end at one point or another as she floated through a realm. The minor twitches of her being would compressed them dozens at a time.

In other scenarios, everyone was trapped in a fleshscape universe. No matter how far they walked, drove, or flew in their light-speed-surpassing space-ships, they’d see her undulating horrific flesh at every turn. There were countless maws devouring entire worlds and unassailable yellow eyes everywhere. Entire galaxies were tangled up in digested pods within the eldritch meat-Delta of that simulation, and a single random droplet of the ever oozing acids could end entire super-clusters of galaxies.

In one simulation, Delta manifested in the Nexus in a form so incomprehensible that the minds of those who gazed on it were destroyed. She laughed, fixed them, then did it again and again for years. It wasn’t even her true nature on the outside she showed them. Rather, it was just some trivial idea of a body she thought up in less span than a quindecillionth of a second. Still, it managed to be so completely destructive to them and oh so amusing to her.

Ever a fan of games, Delta decided to play one with a copy of every unique sapient mind there was. Every individual member of every species found themselves on the body of a Delta more than big enough to fit them all. Some form of gravity held them there. Their ruler let them know wordlessly that their goal was to bring her the most pleasure possible, with half of them being eliminated, painfully, every minute. The slightest bit of her pleasure was more important than a clone’s existence, after all.

It was hardly a fair game, and not just cause of her megalithic size. Those lucky enough to appear on her crotch had a big advantage over those on her elbow. Irrelevant, as all that mattered to Delta was that she got something out of it which, of course, she did.

She always did.

In another scenario, the universe was as it was before her rise, with the slight change that everyone was always feeling the peak pain levels that their old bodies would have let them experience. On top of that, they knew their suffering was granting some unfathomably great being immense pleasure. Otherwise, they were free to exist and conduct themselves without her interference. Naturally, all those civilizations collapsed and died out: rather fast, in fact, as the pain was too much for them to do anything but writhe about till expiration by dehydration.

In another, ostensibly more mundane scenario, Delta rested in an opulent hot-tub bath. She turned on the nozzle and the basin filled with warm and soothing water that teemed with universes in every drop. She wouldn’t let them perish till they hit her skin, so till then all the quintillions of consciousness clones were awash in heated agony and confusion as the water rolled around them and filled the very ‘space’ of empty-space in their universes.

Delta watched it all, aware of every bit of it. Her yellow eyes gazed at the ‘water’, amused as the bubble jets massaged her back. She lifted a foot and saw a vast plethora of universes drift off her skin, destroyed, to plop back into the bath water.

All these simulations happened at the same time more or less. She could inhabit infinite bodies, make infinite realms to test each and every idea that came to her head. Her whims became realities at a thought. Her existence was grand and exhilaratingly wonderful every single moment.

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One realm was filled with a sprawling Nexus city: big enough to hold all the unique minds of the entire old universe she had consumed and subsumed. Most people found themselves in an enormous version of Central Square, though all the humans and alien-species were scattered throughout the gigantic metropolis.

A 50 foot tall Delta appeared, naked as usual, right at the center of the square. Her feet rested on the remains of some beings crushed by her entry, and a few seconds after her appearance she had grown a dozen more feet in height. Her circuit-patterned hair gently stirred in the simulated breeze as she spoke aloud and into all their minds.

“Hello everyone, you’re all gonna be a part of a special fantasy of mine: a classic one. Simply put, I’m gonna destroy this entire city, over and over again, getting bigger with every single one of your delicious demises~”

The people by her toes started to turn back and flee, but the mob was too densely packed to get far. Aliens and humans tripped over one another. Delta lifted up her right foot and moved it over the prone and pathetic creatures. The immaculately clean sole of the ped filled their vision. It rose up, then down to stomp them out. Upon respawning elsewhere in the simulation, they heard the woman’s coo in their mind.

Delta watched the crowds flee as she doubled in height. She sighed, pleased, then took another destructive and satisfying step within her domain.

Fin