All across the globe, as Jen leaves them to do other things around her home, there’s an eerie stillness to the air. With an actual moment of reprise from Jen’s play, where she left them on instead of unplugging them, people all around have a moment to collect themselves and take in what just happened: their sky being treated as a desktop background, the rotation of the world being thoroughly messed up, the spectacle of Diaper being controlled and toyed with, and finally their minds being violated as Jen reached into their souls and demanded to know private personal things
All across the globe, people look to the sky at Jen’s image. No matter where they live, a cityscape, forestland, archipelago, or a great plain.. looming over it all is an incomprehensibly massive image of naked woman; basking the world in a tan light of her skin. And, with her microphone still on, the ever present noises coming from Jen’s home are still heard all over like a background music to reality. Whatever jen’s watching in the other room, phone conversations she has, or other noises she makes being forced upon the world in a way that nobody can ever ignore. Slowly but surely, people start to come out of what shelter they had taken, and start talking to each other once again. Basking in the glow of Jen’s looming, naked pregnant body as they start to discuss what she’s done.
A small percentage of the population were deeply unsettled at their new circumstances. About 10%, 5 billion people, panic and try to escape despite knowing deep down how futile it is to even try. Flying towards the impenetrable invisible barrier around the planet in hastily imagined into existence aircraft, only for them to crash and burn. Leaving the immortal inhabitants to plummet back down to earth and try again. Others try to use their teleporting capabilities to beam themselves outside the planet But this is futile as well, as the simulation blocks all coordinates not within the planet’s bounds. Seeing the boundaries of their former paradise world as a prison now more than a heaven, and trying everything to break free that they can think of in an act of desperation
The majority of people felt somewhere in the middle between despair and joy at their current situation. About 70% of the world, having lived a normal human lifespan several times over, were indifferent to Jen. “Well, if she breaks us at least it’ll probably be painless. I’ve lived a long life anyways”, “Eh we all knew this might happen. It’s scary but at least she’s hot”. Accepting their fate, and re-thinking the architecture of their homes to better suit what chaos their new pregnant goddess might inflict on the planet. In the more hilly locations, people start to convert their traditional looking country homes, into hobbit holes embedded in the earth. That way if Jen spins their world again, the debris won’t crash into their walls. Meanwhile others get to work experimenting with submarine homes. Places deep in the oceans where they can not only be less disturbed by planetary rotation chaos, but also have whatever she does to the sky blurred out by ocean.
While some start working on tailoring the practical side of the world to their new normal, many people discuss Jen herself and what she’s done. Discussing the barrage of soul violating queries that she forced on them, and the motives behind her actions. “Do you think her messing with the sky indicates that she has some kind of goddess complex? Or do you think she did that just to mess with us”, “Based on what we’ve seen of her personality so far, we can suspect that over the next several days, Jen will….” The psychologists of the world chime in. With their reality revolving around one young woman, those practiced in human behavior quickly start to become the new weathermen of this world. Giving predictions and probabilities about the likelihood of their survival, and what she might inflict on them next. Thorough studies quickly being started at universities all over the virtual planet to analyze her voice patterns and try and learn as much about Jen as possible
And the remaining population, about 20%, were overjoyed by their new owner. People who suspected that this might happen one day, and were ecstatic that someone fun got control of everything rather than someone boring or sadistic. Getting together with eachother, and laughing together as they discuss Jen, “Yeah I wouldn’t mind if she questioned us more. It was fun and relaxing! In that existential terror kind of way”, “Look at how cute she is! Fingers crossed that she shows off her ass next”, “God she can do anything she wants with us. If she punted us into the trash can I wouldn’t mind...” people say, as they start to do the opposite of what practical people are doing. Rather than playing it safe and building homes in unremarkable places and in easy to clean up fashions, these people flock towards the already established major cities, and large geological landmarks like mountains and lakes. Places likely to catch Jen’s eye and be under her all powerful thumb soon enough. The roughly 10 billion people forming a fan club of sorts for their new god
Meanwhile, in the real world, all of this activity is taking place in that small little drive, connected to her laptop by that cable. This entire vibrant existence with so much life and activity, perched atop a pile of Jen’s mail, and dwarfed by a flashy envelope advertising skimpy bikinis at the clothes store where she usually shops.
Jen meanwhile, had taken a comfortable nap, and had moved on to getting some of her chores done. Tidying up her room, wiping down the kitchen, and then moving to vacuum the house. As she passes by the laptop , she doesn’t think much of it. Just giggling a little bit at the image of the tiny blue-green marble hopelessly out-sized by one of her tits, before continuing the chore. But inside the little world, everyone was very nearly brought to their knees by the powerful sound of the vacuum. Magnitudes louder than her talking voice, this normal everyday noise made people reach and cover their ears, but to no avail as the sound comes from everywhere. A sound so powerful, it would have no doubt caused hearing damage to everyone were that a possibility in their world
After putting the cleaner away, she walks her way back over to the counter, and grabs up the laptop. Their little drive held firmly between her thumb and laptop, as she carries it into her living room and sits down on the sofa. Now dressed in a comfortable oversized T-shirt and panties, Jen touches her all powerful finger down onto the mousepad, and makes the sky go black.
“That’s enough of my body for you all for one day, all you perverted boys in here~” She teasingly says, as she cradles their existence in her palm. Twiddling the cable with her fingers, and even dangling the drive as she fidgets with it. The sky, at jen’s poke, then rapidly changes from black, to red, to pink, to blue. Chaotically changing colors as she drags her cursor over a color wheel, and eventually settles on a dark, soft blue that’s easy on the eyes. “I’ve worked hard today! And I feel that I’ve earned some play time with my new toy. Don’t you dears?~”
Cheers from her fan club, cries of panic and desperation from scared people, and voices of worried crowds waiting in anticipation ring out. Billions of people bracing themselves for her next action, but to jen, from her zoomed out perspective, it remains just a silent blue/green ball floating against the void. Wanting to get some feedback, Jen then clicks back on her individual selection history, and clicks on Liz. The woman who she had made contact with first was now sitting among a board of psychologists and influential figures in one of the major cities when the focus shifted, and caused Jen’s microphone to focus on her rather than the world as a whole
“Liiiiizy! Hey giiirl~” Jen says to her, causing her to slip in her chair and just about drop the coffee she was drinking.
“A-ah Jen! I… Jen….” she trails off. The poor woman, after all that had been done since their last conversation, unable to think of the right thing to say to the god in charge of it all
“Oh good you can hear me! So… I was thinking, this world you live on is so dirty and disorganized! So messy. But don’t worry! I can tidy it up~” Jen cheerily says, as she clicks a red button on the world menu labeled “reset”. Prompting a warning window to pop up ‘This will erase all changes made and permissions granted in this world so far. Proceed?’
“Jen our world is fine! You… Jen please we aren’t a toy… you can’t just----”
And then Jen clicks the button. In an instant, everything that isn’t a person, or included in the base version of the planet was erased. Most buildings and man made structures over the past century, all clothes, and any user created items being dissolved into nothing in a splitsecond. And special abilities granted to all people, like the ability to spawn things to a point, telepathically communicate, and teleport around the world were suddenly ripped from them as well. The only things remaining being hard-coded buildings like arrival locations, monuments meant to inspire the construction of cities, the geography of the world itself, and the 50 billion naked people; now scrambling to cover up. All as a result of Jen pressing a button.
“GOD!! Stop!! JEN NOO---”
“Oh come on now.. what’s with you! I’ve hardly done anything. Your planet still looks dirty and disorganized. And I deserve RESPECT! Call me maam.”
“FUCK!! Jen you can’t just erase our stuff! I worked hard designing my home and... and now it’s gone! Just look..” Liz tries to teleport to her home, but then finds herself unable to. She then tries to spawn in some clothes, but finds herself unable to do that as well. Panicked and desperate, she cries out: “JEN PL---” And suddenly, her voice goes silent. Liz still consciously speaking, but finding herself unable to make any noise whatsoever. Waving her arms to the sky in desperation and panic, hoping that Jen is observing
“Oh now that is UNCALLED for! I thought you were better than this Liz… maybe this will help you learn your lesson~”
Somewhere down there on the globe, Liz was on her knees crying silently in terror. Her fear lost on Jen, as the she was hard at play altering Liz’s status page. And then suddenly, as Jen hits enter, Liz was standing on her feet, being forced to say in a cheerful tone “I love you maam! Jen’s the best! I love you maam! Jen’s the best! I love you maam! Jen’s the best!….” over and over, as her body acts on jen’s demands rather than her own free will
“There! Let’s have you say that 1,000 times. Oh oh! And...~”
Internally, the poor woman was experiencing a flurry of thoughts of fear for her life and the lives of her loved ones. But this doesn’t last long, as Jen overrides her thoughts with a simple sentence “Jen is the cutest! I love her”. All of that woman’s recollection of memories, feelings, and desires being put on hold, to instead experience a joyful bliss of genuine love for Jen. Her repetition of that phrase getting more passionate and heartfelt for the duration
“Hah. That’s better! Now...” She changes her focus back to the world as a whole. Her voice once more washing over the world. A world where people are scrambling to find something to cover themselves up with. With their usual abilities suddenly absent, being limited to normal human actions in the virtual space, people had to resort to using large leaves off trees and other such things to cover up their nakedness. Jen’s voice continuing to wash over their souls as she goes on
“Hmmph… how do I change how this stupid thing looks. Dumb settings...” She says, as she presses the reset button several times over, thinking that it’s doing nothing. “I just wanna make you pretty and pink and cute! Is that too much to ask wittle planet?~”
But then she clicks on a continent, and smiles as it lights up. A landmass home to 12% of the world’s people highlighted around the edges, and awaiting Jen’s commands
“Oh! There we go!~”