Prompt: Elastic Goddesses Bounce Back

Summary: In the post-apocalypse, a genetically enhanced superwoman plots to reshape the world in her image. A prompt for jack2112 I forgot to upload from October, lol

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With infinite resources, a powerful enough mind could make the most of any situation. Margaret Crowley, former CEO of ParaSolutions, was a statuesque monument to that.

When the nukes began to drop enmasse, Margaret played the long game. She prepared a bunker all to herself, stocked with cutting-edge technologies... of particular note, a stasis pod to ride out the worst of the climate disaster that followed. The incinerated atmosphere, nuclear winter, the poisoning of the land itself.

She stayed in this for thousands and thousands of years. Despite the devastation the planet saw, nature found a way to reclaim the dusted, empty remnants of human civilization. But radiation poisoned everything still, and—in a world with no more lifetime warranties—Margaret's stasis pod failed.

But Margaret thought even of this contingency and, millenia ago, when humans walked the Earth, she had injected herself with a potent mutagen, to enhance her life span. As her comatose body nurtured the mutagen, it warped her body, her DNA strands folding in and out of each other for thousands of years; where once was a lithe, gorgeous woman, with luscious blonde hair, the capsule now housed a pulsating, peach-hued blob of human flesh.

When the capsule shuddered, let out a dying gasp of compressed air, and unlatched its mechanism, Margaret Crowley rose, born anew in an undead version of Earth, a post-apocalyptic shell.

Margaret cursed her bloody machines for waking her up in her reinforced bunker, well before the world was ready for her return. But she adapted, as she always had. It would take another two thousand years for Earth to recover further, for the radiation to erode to a harmless buzz... a terminal threat for an average human of her own time, but not for Margaret.

Margaret was beyond human. She had taken all these years to hone her mutant abilities. Her body was as living putty, able to be reshaped at her every whim with a simple mental suggestion. Her body responded to her commands, her sharp mind extending to all parts of her form.

In millenia of tests, she delighted herself with new revelations. She was, of course, impervious to harm. She could not only morph her shape, but the very constitution of her body to whatever element she chose. She had taken to admiring her nude form, cast in blemishless bronze, in the mirror.

Her perfect body had a luscious sheen to it, like it was made of latex rubber. Yet it yielded to the slightest touch. It could be as sensitive or as hard as she wished. Margaret was rarely without a sharp pink blazer in her old life as a heartless business executive, but she had done away with clothing of all sorts in the post-apocalypse; her perfect skin would never bruise or burn, and it was all too constricting for her poor, sensitive, massive tits and ass. They ballooned on her figure like beach balls. And her hair flowed wildly down her back, curling into perfect spirals at the tips; they twisted and swayed hypnotically, bouncing against her voluptuous curves.

With entire civilizations of records at her disposal, she buried herself in tomes and archives to kill time. For whatever reason, her fascination gravitated towards the plight of the dinosaurs, hundreds of millions of years prior. A mass extinction brought a swift end to their entire kind, and in their place a new, more intelligent being arose.

Margaret was enamoured by the dinosaur's form and, growing tired of the squishiness of her sensuous womanly body, took to emulating the monsters of old. It was well that her bunker was reinforced for her exercises; her skin tingled as she gnashed razor sharp fangs, lashing her monstrous tail back and forth, feeling the strength in her hind legs as they spread to support her massive, twenty-five foot frame. With a swing of her colossal, scaled head, a shockwave akin to a bomb going off rattled the bunker.

She roared, bellowing in her lonely bunker, cursing an empty, ugly world.

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As time went on, Margaret's sharp mind grew increasingly feverish. While there didn't seem to be any limit to her multiform body, she had but one mind. She could try and hold conversations with herself, split herself into a mirror copy of herself (a discovery that was a fun diversion for a while; it was preferable to solo masturbation), but in the end she was merely puppeteering herself two different ways.

The conditions were right. It was time to move onto the next phase of her plan: resettlement. But the scale had ramped up since her modest, initial plans.

Margaret's mutagen was a success beyond her wildest imagination. She sat in the middle of her computer lab, surrounded by blaring monitors, her lower body lurching into a mess of tendrils, inspired by the mythical scylla she had read from the Greco-Roman archives. Fleshing tentacles rose and swayed around the room, pressing at control panels; several rose up to reveal pearlescent blue eyes that shimmered like sapphires.

"This orphaned planet is mine for the taking..." She murmured to herself, stretching long, boneless arms forwards to interact with a touch-screen interface. "Whatever wretched creatures survived the end of the world will crawl out from under their ugly little rocks to witness me."

Her arms lashed around her torso, squishing her mid-riff. She bit her red, pouty lips as her J-cup breasts surged another three sizes bigger.

"First, I'll terraform the wastes with my greatest technological advances yet. The people will beg to prostrate themselves before me, to work the land under my heels..."

She chortled, licking her lips with a long, almost serpentine tongue, as half a dozen tentacles split off from her swarming lower body, oozing towards her sensitive nethers and her cow-like nipples, erect and resembling cola bottles in their thickness.

"I'll remake this disgusting world in my image. My roots will spread deep through the soil, firming it up and enriching it as my influence grows, spreads, proliferates."

She smiled a wicked smile, teeth sharpened into gnarled fangs akin to a foul angler fish, as roots began to split off from her tentacles. They splintered into thin, fungi-like strands that clambered across the floor, climbing up the walls and over the warm screens.

"And when all praise my name... I will be brought aloft, as the new goddess of this world!~"

She cackled with glee, her entire body bouncing and convulsing. She saw no obstacles to her opulent plans for world domination.

But with all her advanced tech and with all of her best laid plans, she hardly anticipated that, in this devastated world she wished to conquer, there was another shapeshifter just like her, who could throw a wrench into her designs for world domination.