There was a round of applause as I entered the audience hall, ascended up the steps to the stage, and took my seat along with my two other teammates. The other team was already seated, and as the perfunctory clapping settled down, the head judge at the center table of the stage spoke into her microphone.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the 40th annual National College Debate Finals. From 69 teams, we have now arrived at the final two. Both teams have shown incredible mental wit and insight, but today we shall see which team shall ultimately prevail. Through debate, we share our ideals and values, understand one another on a more intimate level, and..." The judge kept going on, but I'd stopped listening, instead letting my eyes wander over her body. She was cute, somewhere in the 30s or 40s but without any of the wrinkles you'd expect. A trim body she must have spent a lot of work at the gym maintaining, it was a bit too hidden for my tastes by the pantsuit. Same with the tight bun she had her dark brunette hair in. It went well with the glasses, but it just made me want to see her with her hair down all the more, "For tonight's debate, the motion is as follows: God exists, and our reason for existence is to worship Him. Arguing in the Affirmative will be the Red team, while in the Negative will be the Blue team. Good luck to both of our contestants, and may--"
She froze up in mid-sentence. The whole world did. Looking around I could see that the audience was still as statues. The bratty college freshmen in the back row who'd tossed a kernel of popcorn into the air had her mouth open as the fluffy snack hung in the air. Time had stopped for everything and everyone...with a single exception: me. With things on pause, I got up from my seat and walked over to the judges' table. Even with time frozen, I was able to manipulate anything I touched even more easily than if time was still moving. This world was made to accommodate my whims, after all. It was no problem at all to toss her chair aside, then push her chest up onto the table, her big round ass sticking out invitingly. Nice and big and round as her ass was, those pants weren't at all flattering, and with a touch, they were gone. The panties weren't much better, a plain, almost frumpy pair emphasizing comfort more than sex appeal, so I replaced them with a crotchless lacy purple pair along with a matching garter belt and some pure white stockings. Perfect. I loved the way her thick thighs were being squeezed by the stockings, a bit of flesh sticking out.
I grabbed her ass and gave it a squeeze. Soft and warm and pliable. It made a nice sound when I gave it a slap too. My fingers probed inside of her pussy, and with a bit of tinkering, she was flooded, a bitch in heat, juice leaking down her thighs. A perfect fit for my cock. Once I shoved that inside of her, I really started having fun, locking the table down to the stage so I could thrust as hard as I wanted without her going anywhere. While I was doing that I took the time to pull her hair free and let it fly. It was long and wavy, much too fine to be held up in a tight bun, and in the frozen time, it hung in the air as if she were underwater, moving ever so slightly with each thrust. The suit jacket was next, then half the buttons of her white blouse. The bra was lost completely. She had good handfuls of breast meat, and with how hard I was fucking her, her hard nipples were fun to tease.
Still, unless you've got that pervy sort of time-stopper kink, there's only so much fun you can have with a frozen doll like this. Once I'd finished messing with her, I didn't really feel an urge to come inside of her, so I headed back to my table, sat back down, and restarted time.
"--Oh god, oh fuck, I can't...what the fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming...!!!" I had to cover my mouth to hide my grin as all the pleasure I'd given her extra sensitive body hit all at the same time. She was shaking, eyes rolling up, and she was making quite the grimace with clenched teeth as the orgasm hit, her hips rolling behind her, trying to milk a cock that was no longer there for the seed to fill her hungry womb. When it was over, she slumped down to the floor, spent half a minute catching her breath, then on shaky knees, pulled herself back up, spoke into the mic, "...ahem. May the best team win. Going first for the Blue team is Sakura Saito. For the Red team, Lincoln Barker."
Again, a round of perfunctory applause. The head judge, the two judges next to her, the other team, the audience, the people watching at home...none of them noticed anything out of the ordinary. Which is just as I'd expected. It'd taken a lot of behind-the-scenes tinkering with the simulation in order to get the Obliviousness parameter calibrated just right, but it was all worth it. No matter how I abused my admin privileges, none of them would ever notice. Not unless I decided to point it out to them.
Confused? Curious at least, for sure. Let me take a step back and explain then. None of this was happening in the real world. It was all a virtual world running on my home computer system, one I was doing a deep dive into. Virtual reality. And in this day and age, it was so good it was hard to ever pull myself away. The processor was smart enough to simulate more than six billion people along with every other plant, animal, and mineral on the planet, with enough fuzzy details to convince them that the rest of the universe existed too and wasn't just a mirage. A few bits of tinkering with physics, such as making it so that there was a cap on speed or a floor on temperature, but only the really nerdy pieces of the simulation gave too much thought about those details. Other than that, it was incredibly realistic, indistinguishably so. But unlike the real world, here I was God. I could do anything I want, change anything I want, indulge myself to my heart's content. A hedonist's paradise.
I'd already made more than a few changes to this world from the base default 20XX era. For one, I was the only man on the entire planet, the rest of the world full of the fairer sex. Choosing to make it an Adult Recreational Simulation led to it being age-gated, meaning there wasn't anyone on the planet that was under the age of eighteen. At the other end of the spectrum, the cutoff in age was at fifty-five. Like the head judge, even those on the high end of the age spectrum were hot, ideal milfs. About half the population was at least an 8, most of the rest were 9s, and the 10s...well, when you can afford to be infinitely picky, your standards can get a bit exacting. Anyone I fucked was a 10, by virtue of her getting fucked by me. If there were no men, you might ask, where did all these people come from? If the cutoff age was fifty-five, what happened on someone's fifty-sixth birthday? Like I said, this is a simulation. One whose current cycle had just started running last week. None of these girls were real, any more than drawings in a comic or the cast in a play.
Back to the situation at hand. For this particular hedonist, today's fun was debating whether God--that is to say, I--existed or not. Say what you will, the idea really tickled me. My two teammates, a busty pair of red-headed twins, got under the table and started cleaning the head judge's juices off my still hard cock. They weren't here for their minds, and the only purpose their mouths had was to keep my cock warm in-between the fun I'd have with the rest of the girls. Which wasn't to say it didn't feel amazing. The two worked in perfect harmony, my big cock going all the way down the first girl's throat at a steady pace while the other worshipped my balls with long licks and gentle sucking. I leaned back into my couch--the other team had folding chairs at their table, but the big, wide, comfortable couch I'd added to my side of the stage would be much more useful for what I had in mind--and let them set their own pace. It felt good. It was almost too distracting as I watched my first opponent, Sakura Saito, make her opening statement.
"Ladies and gentleman," It made me smile every time I heard that phrase. I might be the only man in the whole building, but they were still considerate enough to call it out, "For most of human history, we have lived in a dangerous world which was beyond our understanding. Lightning could strike a woman down where she stood. Animals that lurked in the dark and preyed upon our children. Rains that could come and go without rhyme or reason. In order to make sense of this strange world, we told ourselves stories. From these stories, gods were created. As time went on..."
Sakura continued, but I'd checked out. She was cute. Around 10% of the population was set at 'today is my 18th birthday!', and she was a prime example of the type. Dressed in a white and blue sailor school uniform, she was pretty as a doll with those oversized glasses and her hair done up in two fluffy pigtails. She was short, a few inches shy of five feet, and she looked like she'd be a blast to manhandle. I could shove her up against a wall and really pound into her, or keep her on my lap and let her bounce up and down on my dick while I did other things. Lots of possibilities with a girl her size.
"In conclusion, if there was a God, how would we pick which was the correct one? The Christian God? Perhaps the God of Islam? Or the Jewish God Yahweh? What about the multiple gods of the Hindu or my ancestral Shinto faith? Old forgotten Gods like Anubis and Odin and Zeus? Only one of these can be correct, and the rest are necessarily a lie." As she continued, I started editing her outfit. The blouse of her uniform started shrinking, clining to her chest and shoulders as her flat belly was slowly revealed. The same with the hem of her skirt, going from conservatively showing off just a bit of ankle to past her knees, rising up and up so that I could eye her plump thighs, see the little gap she made under her panties when her knees were close together.
