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.