The lead actress is Alt-Sophie

With an impeccably convincing 'Places, people!', you set the scene. All the actors and stagehands know their purpose and position, and take them dutifully. The entire set runs at your command like a finely-tuned piece of clockwork, appropriately enough for a Time Goddess.

Then, you realize that somebody is messing up the script. That somebody being you. It's Alt-Sophie, who's casually walked into the scene. You stop time in relation to everybody except yourself and her.

Sophie: "What. The fuck. Are you doing? What've you done with Christie?"

Alt-Sophie: "I didn't do anything to her. I changed the past so that I'm still the lead actress."

Sophie: "But... the other crew members-"

Alt-Sophie: "They tolerate me, because I've reverted all the rude and awful stuff I did to them. That's right, I created an entirely new timeline and relived the four weeks of filming we've done so far just to mess with you. 'Cause that's just what you do when you're a Time Goddess."

Sophie: "Alright, but what's your angle? How are you gonna mess with the director if-"

The realization hits you. The amount of smug barely, just barely even fits on her face. The smugness is drooping off of her face and onto the floor.

Sophie: "-You're gonna mess with me instead!"

Alt-Sophie: "Aha."

With a snap of her fingers, Sophie freezes time local to you, too. Or most of you, at least. Apparently you are still capable of feeling pleasure, as is evident from her sticking her paw down your pants and starting to stroke you off.

Alt-Sophie: "You even recreated the Director's cock? I think you might've been too faithful to the original body, haven't you?"

She quickens her pace.

Alt-Sophie: "Well on second thought, maybe not. The Director's gay, after all. We both know this because he's one of the few of my superiors who's never made inappropriate suggestions towards me. So you being this excited about getting a handy from me can't be from muscle memory or anything."

She speeds up even more, faster than humanly possible. She must be using time dilation on her own hand.

Alt-Sophie: "And to be fair, you're a guy now so you're prone to getting erections even when you're not in the mood. But then again, technically this is gay sex, isn't it? Your poor cock must be so, so confused..."

You're unable to show it or respond in any way, but the amount of pleasure Alt-Sophie is building up in you is making you heady. By now, she's giving you weeks worth of handjobs every second. Your brains are unsure of how to even interpret these signals. If she restarts time now, you're not sure if you'll even survive the pressure-washing powerload you'll unleash.

Alt-Sophie: "Yo Goddess Sophie? Can you give me the ability to read thoughts? I wanna see just how far I can safely take this."

Well it's a good thing she's got your well-being in mind. Goddess Sophie is more than glad to grant this request - she seems to enjoy the show. Dammit, Alt-Sophie is dominating you hard on both the film crew trolling and the entertainment value.

Alt-Sophie: "Oh yea, she's still able to form coherent thoughts. Let's crank this wa-ha-hayyy up."

Months. Years. Perhaps centuries of prestigious, relentless god-tier handjobs from a literal Goddess, all experienced in a matter of minutes. Your groins are a wall of white noise. Your flesh, well aware of the countless human ages it withstands, makes futile attempts to turn back into the dust from which it sprang. By Alt-Sophie's power, it however remains eternally youthful.

You might have Goddess Sophie's Divine handjob abilities, but somehow you doubt that even that could feel any better than this.

Millenia. Eons, in mere seconds. Your circuitry fries completely. Pure sugar would feel like ashes in your mouth, the finest wine like dishwater. Nothing could compare anymore to the eternal bliss that you are subjected to. Yet, because Alt-Sophie has frozen certain specific muscles, you are wholly unable to cum throughout this ordeal.

At last, she lets up and takes her hand off of your length. Still not quite satisfied though, she gives you a good ten pumps of a blowjob and multiplies your genitals by ten. Apparently, being able to shapeshift yourself applies to her too, as she is also Sophie. Alt-Sophie then throws a hard slap at your testicles, backs away into the exact position which she was in before stopping time, and restarts timeflow once more.

You, in your Director's chair, unload like an exploding fire hydrant of cum. Your ten cocks all spew out the contents of a million billion orgasms in all directions - appropriately enough for a 'director'. The fountains of cum have enough pressure to knock people out and punch holes into the concrete walls of the studio. Most of the building is filled waist-deep with cum in moments.

None of that is of interest to you, though. Fact is you don't even notice any of it. Your consciousness is melting from overstimulation. Alt-Sophie might as well be cutting up your ample rear for cold cuts - you're blinded and numbed by the incessant, sclading hot flood of endorphins.

However, besides volume and amount of sensation, accelerating your semen input by a dozen million years or so had an additional effect: the DNA in your sperm has mutated beyond the boundaries of the homo felis sapiens that you represent. In fact, due to your status as a Goddess, your cum doesn't even need to impregnate anyone to pass genes. It transforms people and anthros alike into their evolved forms, with a mere touch. And touch it does: you flood the nearest three blocks in moments.