Taking a look at a future star

You had not, you admitted to yourself, anticipated certain problems that would arise from digitising everything that existed and drawing it into the simulation that you controlled, even if most of it was dormant in storage.

The most obvious one had become apparent right away, and you'd been kicking yourself now and then ever since for not realising it: randomness.

The simulation ran on random events to an extent. While much of this was controlled to stay within certain parameters--there would be no major rainstorms, no gale winds, no prolonged droughts to threaten humanity's virtual paradise--it was still the case that most people would find an absolutely predictable simulation to be boring.

Unfortunately, you'd eliminated all external sources of randomness, such as photons intersecting solar panels, and had even disassembled the fusion reactors for extra parts once you had the ex nihilo generator up and running fully, creating matter and energy for the station out of, quite literally, nothing, so you couldn't even draw on those. Not only that, but the atemporal processors would give you perfect data about past states of the outside universe, Heisenberg be damned, allowing you to perfectly compute future states of it were it ever to exist again.

There was simply no way out of the bind you'd put yourself in. There was no more randomness.

And with no more randomness, that meant that something had to step in to make the decisions that previously had been unpredictable. And the only thing that something could be was your own consciousness.

Thankfully, your dimensionally overlaid quantum-entangled processors gave you infinite processing capacity at infinite speed, and since the simulation was finite it was, quite literally, no imposition at all for you to do this. But it did mean that every decision did have to be made, and you were the one making it, which meant that your own biases were informing what should have been random decisions.

What particularly rankled you was that you'd even put some decisions into the hands of the simulation's randomness features, such as the body-alteration policy, which you'd chosen to be determined by weighted lottery. Instead you now had to figure out all of that yourself, and you were picking and choosing which you deemed most "worthy", by your own subjective criteria.

You put your head in your tentacles to try to chase away the headache that would never come unless you allowed it.

Your one saving grace was that your "nobody will notice anything weird I do" policy was still holding strong. The fact that you had to resort to that constantly to avoid being found out, though, rankled you, as it was a brute-**** solution to the problem.

But it worked, and that was the most you could ask for.

Just to be sure, though, you'd turned down the rate at which body-transformation requests were accepted. Since one goal of the upload was to emulate the human mind as closely as possible, variances like body dysphoria and plurality still existed for those who came into existence in the simulation, but they were much more easily remedied with everyone secure in the knowledge that they would be able to have the body, or bodies, of their dreams upon reaching adulthood.

Genetics was another thing that had been completely screwed up by the upload, though.

Given enough generations, of course, it would no longer be, though there would always be a little weirdness since uploaded people could still exist, and have kids, thousands, millions, billions of generations later, whether with their contemporaries or with anyone from later on. But for the early generations, it definitely was.

Case in point: the eighteen-year-old soccer star you and Tina were watching from your private box. Isabel was there as well, but you had her eating herself out in the private suite behind you.

Most of the athletes who'd been uploaded into the sim had by now met their mandatory retirement, clearing the way for the first generation of fully virtual people to take their place. Most of them were the children of other athletes, who had chosen bodies suited to the role, slim, fit, and without particularly exaggerated sexual features. Nora, on the other hand, was the daughter of a porn star, which was where she got her gigantic breasts and ass from. They weren't excessively large by the standards of the simulation as a whole, of course, but they stood out when compared to the other twenty-one players on the field, the need for in-person officiating having been finally obviated a few years prior when the regular computers had finally become more reliable at enforcing game rules than emulated human minds.

You'd been secretly hijacking the officials' mind-chips with your own limitless processing capacity for years prior to that, though.

It was funny how avatar choices had stratified with age.

People around your age, young adults at the upload, fully inundated with internet culture and well-versed in all things pornographic--if not prior to the announcement of the simulation, then certainly after that--had taken full advantage of the opportunities of the upload. With a handful of exceptions, such as up-and-coming athletes, most people your age had gone for full sexualisation. Gorgeous faces, full, thick lips, long, silky hair, gigantic breasts, toned abs, massive cocks, hypersensitive pussies, titanic butts, exquisitely arched feet, all of those were common among that demographic. And that was for those who chose to remain fully human; many, such as Tina, opted to shift to some sort of humanoid fantastical species, and anthropomorphic beings of every sort could be found in the simulation. Sam and Alex had only barely just decided that becoming catgirls might freak out your parents just a little too much and had settled on simply having absurd feminine, but still fully human, figures instead.

Those who were more or less contemporaries of your parents, meanwhile, showed the exact opposite trend. While they understood that they would be able to continue to exist for as long as they pleased, and could choose to have any body they wished, overwhelmingly they decided simply to have bodies that were, by and large, their own, reverted to their physical primes. They were simply too unsure about whether they'd like any major changes to be willing to take a chance on that, and didn't know enough about "this hentai thing" to appreciate what they were getting themselves into.

The oldest people uploaded, those who would have been of an age with your late grandparents, showed a behavioural pattern that was actually akin to your own contemporaries. Figuring that this was a chance to reclaim a youth that had long since left them, the general feeling for them was that they might as well go all-in on having bodies that would let them have as much amazing sex--which was about as much as most of them understood "hentai" to entail--as possible and, if they actually didn't like it, they could simply self-terminate. Many of them already had only a few years left to live anyway, so if the gamble didn't pay off and they self-terminated a few years later, what really had they lost?

There were many exceptions in all three categories, of course--Drew's aunt had been a closeted transgender woman before the upload, just as Drew had been a closeted transgender man, and now she was another of the simulation's many popular porn stars, having chosen to focus on content for those with a fetish for extremely large sexual characteristics from the outset and thus given herself a body with breasts and a cock taller than she was, and was loving it, with her nephew and his wives having starred alongside her in a number of holos--but statistically that was the rule.

All that was to say that genetic history had to be discarded when there was no longer going to be any consistency of traits between uploaded family members.

You'd already accessed Nora's past with the atemporal processors. It was funny: neither of her parents, when uploaded, had any family history of substantial bustiness, though her father did have a decent athletic pedigree. But since her mother Inez had chosen to have such large breasts for her new body, and Oliver's family genes had been lost in the upload as the ones that governed such matters as breast size were not relevant to producing his model, that meant that Nora got her bust size entirely from Inez.

Everyone in the simulation, no matter how much they had changed their bodies, was required to have some sort of base human form, which would be compressed down to a scale corresponding to observed features in biological humanity. Upon reaching adulthood, people would have bodies that drew on the genetic patterns as compressed to that scale, using as much genetic history as could be found in the simulation. Which meant, for someone like Nora, that her bust size drew entirely on her mother's, which meant that, since Inez had chosen to have breasts substantially larger than what was ordinarily observed on Earth, Nora's own were about as large as the simulation permitted before any changes were made. Absent any intervention, those changes would automatically happen over the next few years, however, as had happened with Nora's older sister Stella, who now sported a body with curves every bit as lush as her mother's.

For offspring of non-human parents or those with other substantial variances from the normal human form, such as your sisters and brother-in-law had long since had, you had decided to allow them to incorporate any or all of their parents' additional features as a high-priority change at adulthood, but only to the extent of the variance, and only in the direction of that variance.

At least, that's how it should have been. Instead, due to a random glitch, Nora's genetic code had been slightly corrupted, and she ended up fully developed shortly after reaching adulthood, instead of her full growth, like Stella's, taking a few more years to develop.

All this meant that for Nora, as you looked over her requested change to reduce her bust size substantially, after initially having automatically shelved it, she was shit out of luck. She had the body she "should" have, and her requested change was one that would just have to go in the huge pile of "get around to it when I have a little spare time between approving all the high-priority stuff and can afford to do yours without potentially exposing something about myself" submissions. You could certainly appreciate why she wanted the change, but you weren't going to make exceptions for just one person.

Still, watching her dribble around three opposing players, make a needle-perfect pass to a teammate, and then score a spectacular overhead volley for the game's opening goal that had her land right on her plush ass, her rack jiggling and bouncing in a way that only the sexualised physics of the simulation could possibly have permitted, and that created, just on the field, a good seven erections and forty-two high-beams, you knew that the processes you'd put in place to determine new beings from the data of those who had copulated to trigger the development of such had produced an exceptional athletic talent. You'd already altered the simulation to remove any lingering traces of performance differential between various body types, be they male, female, both, neither, or anything in between, but societal inertia was strong and gender-segregated sports persisted still. Watching Nora play and utterly dominate the match, however, made you decide that it was unfair that she'd only get to compete against half of the athletes in her generation, the first of virtual humans who'd never known life as anything but a projected body and a consciousness running through a computer program, of a similar calibre, and so you decided that the current seasons would be the final ones in which any competitions would not be fully mixed-gender, overriding social tendencies by eliminating the possibility of thinking anything else was remotely reasonable.

"I will watch her career with great interest," you commented as Nora celebrated the highlight-holo goal.

"Did you have to quote that movie?" Tina complained.

"Oliver and Inez would have liked it," you said.

"Who?"

"Her parents. Oliver's mostly a nobody but I know you've jilled off to Inez's holos plenty of times." You rearranged some data in Tina's mind-chip to **** her to remember.

"Oh, right. Yeah, she's pretty hot, freaky as fuck too. That one she did with Caroline a decade or so ago?" Tina fanned herself as if she were getting uncomfortably hot, when in fact she was just getting even more aroused than she normally was simply from the memory. "That was almost as crazy as you get with Isabel and me, at least when you account for their inability to manipulate the sim."

"We're immortal, invincible beings living in a world that's hypersexual even by hentai standards," you said. "You probably have to adjust your definition of 'freaky' if you think that what I do is some sort of **** case."

Tina crossed her arms under her bust and pouted, but her tail wiggled as her mind-chip flowed with computations of how much "freakier" you could get.

Over the rest of the game, Nora, who was clearly the best player on the pitch, set up another goal with a pinpoint pass to a streaking teammate, scored a third herself from a long-range free kick for which you had to very strongly resist an urge to manipulate ostensibly random weather patterns to ensure it went in, and at the end of the match raced back down toward her own goal to deflect a shot away from the goal and preserve a 3-2 victory for her team.

"She put in a request for physical alteration, you know," you commented during the post-match festivities.

"Oh? What was it?" Tina asked.

"A breast and ass reduction. She thinks they get in the way of her play, can't see the ball at her feet."

"She's got a point. Imagine how much better she'd be with a more typically athletic body."

"Sure, but it doesn't fit my criteria for an immediate change. She's either going to have to put her career on hold until I get around to processing her change, or..." You trailed off as you examined Nora's mind-chip more closely, followed the links from it to others, examined those.

Tweaking a few variables in the sim ensured that certain future events would play out in the way you wanted them to, in a way which you were certain would lead to Nora canceling her request.

"Or what?" Tina asked.

"Well, it does occur to me that right now she's got one asset that gives her an advantage on the field which she may not entirely have appreciated. So what if I were to... give her other reasons to appreciate that advantage? After all, sexual characteristics don't impede movement the way they used to."

Tina gave you a confused look, but your focus was briefly far away, tweaking a few variables to ensure that Nora would have an encounter or two in the near future that would set her on a path to fully appreciating the body she'd inherited.

"That should set things up nicely for her to cancel that request. I think once she realises just how much of an... effect she has on other players, and when a few of her kinks come to fruition, she'll decide that in a world dominated by insane sex, having an insanely sexy body is far better than not."

"And if she doesn't?" Tina asked.

"What do you mean, 'if she doesn't'? My thoughts, whims and fancies are absolute unbreakable law for the rest of you." You made sure Tina couldn't hear your subsequent mutterings. "Whether I like it or not, but if a girl's got it she might as well **** it."

(AN: If you have ideas for other future scenarios in the sim where Katelyn might be involved behind the scenes, leave a comment. Can't promise I'll write any of them, and I mostly did this one because FootLicker8 did a great job with the Nora branch and I thought it would be fun if Katelyn were behind some of its events, but I'd love to see ideas, at least.)