Rebuilding

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

I smiled as I monitored Brooke's thoughts. The bar had been untouched by the devastation, of course, so I was still enjoying an incredible strip/fuck show. And I knew that Ultimate Woman could swat Brooke like a fly, but Miranda and I had swiftly agreed that Ultimate Woman wouldn't attack Brooke's ilk, and would demonstrate just enough power to make Brooke afraid of going after her.

Miranda was still scheduled to become President, of course, though now it was of the entire world rather than a country, and was a decidedly more powerful position, having no legislative body to go along with it. Queen Zara would rule for a few years until elections could be organized, at which point she'd become a purely ceremonial monarch and Miranda would actually rule until (supposedly) the next election. But Ultimate Woman/Whore would reveal herself to be one Miranda Baker, ally herself with the Manifested people, and subjugate humanity for good, with the by-then-beloved Queen as her personal cunt-licker.

But for the time being, with so much of the planet devastated, almost all its arable land unusable, and humanity reduced to such a low population, I decided a few more changes were in order just to give people hope that things could get better. They wouldn't, of course, but it's so much more fun to crush someone right when they think things are starting to go right than when they're already feeling downtrodden.

So with a little ****, since I liked how special the bar was, I extended my "normal" changes from the bar to the rest of humanity. (The waitresses and the bartender, meanwhile, I made sure would remain in the bar at all times.) I also shortened the human gestation time to a week, accelerated physical maturation a thousandfold, and gave children a minor telepathic ability to absorb necessary knowledge from the minds of those around them, so that mental development would follow the same course as physical development. The splitting I had ordered would take place a week after birth, when the child reached the equivalent of eighteen years of age in the old reality. I also made the median number of children per pregnancy five, and they were able to handle solid food directly from birth. (People still lactated--in fact, they did so constantly, now--but that was now to provide humanity's main beverage and for a bit of fun whenever they had time to have fun.)

This also had the effect, of course, of increasing the size of the offerings Brooke received: since she'd demanded people, not just bodies, she could in theory get eight thousand bodies in a day. It also meant that in terms of bodies, the Earth's population was not too far off from what it had been before all my changes.

Of course, to accommodate such a swiftly growing population, I made what arable land still existed hugely productive, and reduced food consumption needs to a few calories per day, with similar reductions in the necessary amount of vitamins, minerals, protein, and so on. I had ensured that the unaffected areas were all coastal (not that there weren't plenty of devastated coastal areas, of course, but the acid Brooke had used, and **** all the others of her kind to use, became instantly inert upon contact with water), and had created an efficient, perfect, rapid desalinator, high-speed boats for travel between human communities (planes couldn't safely fly through the poisonous gases still **** most of the world), energy fields to keep the wind from blowing the poisonous gases onto those communities, a universal vaccine that protected everyone from all infections, a pill that instantly healed all physical maladies, and housing units that were, like the Manifested people's mansions, larger inside than out, though not to the extent of those mansions.

Still, life went on, such as it now was. Schools no longer existed, of course, meaning that I was technically out of a job as far as the mortals were concerned. The Queen had decreed the establishment of things like a single world currency and a centralized economy (nobody else, not even Miranda or Brooke, knew it, but the Queen, between her mere twenty bodies, had as many brains as Brooke had in her trillions, so such an economy was trivially easy for her to manage), so that every survivor worked a job that was perfectly suited to their abilities and received necessary things in exchange for their taxes. Luxury items were also produced, of course--in fact, with land being so productive, medicine being unnecessary, and so on, people did have a fair deal of leisure time and the entertainment sector was already starting to boom again after the recent shocks. Sports were also being played, though now women tended to dominate team sports, since having your entire team be the same person provided a huge advantage, especially since ten of those bodies had as much testosterone pumping through them as any man's body did. Nobody knew it, of course, but I was every single game official, which meant that referee errors were now firmly a thing of the past.

But I was uneasy with what had happened. Oh, I had no doubt that I had the right to make the changes I'd made. After all, I was God, and all of reality was subjugated to me. So there was no question in my mind on that point. But while I might tell everyone else (who knew I was God, anyway) all that stuff about omnibenevolence and always being right and such, I did have my own conscience to contend with, and it was practically screaming that what I'd done was wrong, I should reverse it, I should just give up being God since I'd made such a wonderful hash of it. But I didn't have the willpower to give it up. The sight of all my perverted fantasies coming alive all around me was too alluring, and the thought of bringing even more of them into existence beckoned too strongly, for me to even to be able to seriously ponder the notion of giving up omnipotence. And while all of my truly major changes had happened when I brought myself to orgasm (at least once I'd gotten a handle on my powers--those first few quadrillion climaxes in my office hadn't resulted in any changes) I knew I could still have regular sex and regular orgasms, even with Miranda, and contain my powers, so it's not like I had to be totally chaste or anything. Sex wasn't the issue; masturbation was my problem.

I had no problem, however, with the notion of going off to torment some other unfortunate world. (I did know that I could contain unintentional changes to small volumes of space, so I didn't have to worry about causing more changes to Earth if I was well away from it.) In fact, since that brought to mind my memory of chatting with two of Brooke's bodies on a beach only a few days ago, and in particular my thoughts about being a futanari giantess alongside Mir, and that started to get me horny, it would probably be a good idea if I absented myself from Earth for a while.