Sustainable growth

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Jessica's appetite was, she knew, significantly larger than James's, so whenever she made dinner for them she always prepared one meal for him and meals about six times larger for each of her bodies.

She put the whole meal in one of her prototypes, a stasis chamber, in anticipation of his coming home, and proceeded to watch some mindless TV and finger herself while watching some extremely nasty porn, but when he hadn't shown up after a few hours she just took the meal out of the chamber, split James's portion six ways and ate it all herself. She could always make him another serving.

But he still hadn't shown up after another few hours, which she spent acquiring a monopoly on all porn companies and websites so that they'd all make the sort of thing she wanted to watch, and not the tamer stuff that comprised most of what she knew could be easily found, and so after getting every model in the business to agree to follow her directives on what they were to do (she did not give them the option of quitting), she laid down in bed.

She wished James were there. It was nice having four heads licking at four pussies, going around six bodies, but having his four cocks buried in four of her pussies just made the experience so much better. She tried to simulate the experience by extending her tongues and hair--

She did prefer James's cocks, of course, but she didn't mind his not being there, since she could just grow her own, four on each body. They were as large as his at three feet long each, and so she spent the night pounding her pussies, and sometimes switching things around to fuck her mouths or asses. Even so, she hoped she'd get to fuck him the next night.

She woke up the next morning, all of her cocks variously buried in pussies, mouths and asses, and after shooting twenty-four massive loads of cum she untangled herselves and looked at the clock.

She knew she didn't have to show up at her office at any particular time, but she did like to set an example for her employees by showing up before they did. She rushed into the bathroom, glad that James had a huge shower--

She knew she didn't have to show up at her office at any particular time, but she did like to set an example for her employees by showing up before they did. Still, she was up in plenty of time for that, as she simply walked into another one of her prototypes, the "Instant Morning" machine. She stepped in, and a few seconds later stepped out, fully washed, dressed in one of her business suits, all her ablutions performed, feeling like she'd used the bathroom thoroughly, and she even had a healthy breakfast digesting in her stomach. She was able to make a quick check of her various major investments before getting into her six cars (she'd had the dealership deliver five more identical to the one she'd taken when she bought the place) and driving to work.

Unfortunately, the gridlock was worse than usual that day. She looked at her car clock. She wouldn't make it--

She zoomed down the lane reserved for her. There was such a lane on all major streets in the city, of course. Ever since she bought up a majority of the city's debt, she had simply demanded that local governance be turned over to her, and so she controlled pretty much all aspects of city life. There was a very short list of people allowed to use her reserved lanes, among them James, Martin and Raya, of course, and so she was able to get anywhere she wanted very quickly, especially considering that she personally controlled every traffic light in the city, a task she delegated to a computer program she'd written herself that always made sure that she hit green lights (except in the rare instances when she came to an intersection from multiple directions, of course), and so she got to her office building in her usual ten minutes.

She nodded approvingly as the security guard at the front desk checked her ID before letting her through the doors into the rest of the building. She could easily have smashed through the barrier he guarded, of course, as could James--even Raya, the next strongest person she knew, couldn't even cause it to wobble slightly--but she liked to know that her employees were doing their jobs.

She took her reserved elevator up to one of her office floors and sat down at some of her computers.

She worried for a moment. She knew her privacy screens were unbreakable, but she still didn't particularly want to risk anything by checking up on her latest acquisitions. She especially didn't want to get home and find out that some porn star or other had done something so mundane as a simple topless shoot.

She set about programming an even tougher screen--

Jessica relaxed and started looking at the major porn websites. She didn't worry about anybody finding out--after all, they couldn't fire the sole owner of the company. "Worldwide Manager" was just a meaningless title she'd given herself.

She frowned as she realized just how hard her new empire was going to be to police. She resigned herself to the idea that she'd probably have to put out some mundane sets. Even with all porn being free--a policy she'd ordered just that morning--there would be people who would find out that she was running the whole show and boycott her other companies in protest over stuff they liked no longer being made, and she didn't own enough that people were absolutely dependent on her for any particular thing. She supposed she'd have to allow some greater creative--

Jessica looked at the huge bank of monitors that showed what was going on in every room in the apartment building attached to the office block. Everyone who had any aspirations about the porn industry was in that building, their lives constantly monitored and what they did strictly controlled. Jessica did make sure that they lived in luxurious surroundings, and they all willingly submitted to the control as it allowed them access to various treatments that stalled their aging processes and enhanced them in ways that they knew would make them perfect on camera, but the simple fact remained that Jessica owned them completely.

Jessica moved on to checking on other parts of her holdings, and wandered out of her office to check on other parts of the building. She visited Raya and Martin to ensure that they were settling in well and that everything was to their liking, and had them start on outfits that she considered wearing on the off-chance that she appeared in one of the videos her newest division produced. Both of them thanked her profusely for their new large workspaces, and Raya in particular thanked her for allowing her unlimited access to the gym and pool floors--provided, as Jessica stipulated, that only one of her bodies was ever absent for such purposes.

Jessica walked down the stairs to one of the pool floors, changed into one of her new swimsuits, and did a few leisurely laps. She enjoyed how the suit transmitted the sensations of water flowing past it to her skin, allowing her to feel as if she were swimming naked as she preferred, and arranged for a bonus of one billion dollars to be transferred to Raya's accounts for each swimsuit she had made as Jessica tested them.

Even so, Jessica didn't like how careful she had to be when entering the water or moving about in it. She didn't want to injure her employees, but there weren't enough floors to have one set aside as a pool floor specifically for her--

Jessica floated in the centre of the gigantic pool.

The pool floors in her building--one per every hundred floors--had lower than normal ceilings, but only because the floor was raised to accommodate the necessary depth of the pools. The entire building had been made to accommodate her, and since all of her bodies were a third of a mile tall, that meant that each floor was two miles high from floor to ceiling, which allowed the pool floors to remain the same height as the others but still have a comfortable mile from the surface of the pool to the ceiling.

She owned the entire building personally, of course. It sat where a major metropolis had once been, and all the residences had been moved into its suburbs and all the commercial areas were stuck in one tiny corner of the building. Jessica ran every single one of her businesses from the building, and still had more than half of it to spare for her own personal use.

She generally stayed off the floors used by her employees. That wasn't too big a restriction, of course, considering that each floor was well over a thousand square miles in area and that the building had, in total, over two million floors. (An impenetrable shield diverted satellites, artificial and natural, away from the building.) A few of the people who worked for her could interact with her more closely, such as Raya and Martin, whom she had had grown to a quarter-mile tall so that they could make her clothing properly, and of course James was her equal in height. Still, she did occasionally put in a personal appearance on an ordinary floor, and alarm systems were set up so that the employees would know to clear the areas where she would step. She did on rare occasions shrink down one of her nine hundred and sixty thousand bodies so that she could do surprise inspections, but she generally relied on her automated monitoring systems for such things. She didn't like the feeling of being so small.

As she continued to relax, she prepared each of the twenty thousand floors of her personal living space, hoping James would come home that night and wondering which floors he would want to use.