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.