Prompt: She's Heating Up!

Summary: It's been one year since the evil genius decided to go for world dominion. Her evil scientist decides to spike her drink during the celebration turning her into a Lady of Lava. How can she go for world  dominion while her new body is melting everything

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It was a momentous occasion for CHIMERA, the evil criminal enterprise. Construction on their secret base had finally concluded, save for a few middling details. An impregnable fortress, located on a secret volcanic island somewhere in the Pacific... thanks to its strategic location and cloaking technology, it was free from the prying eyes of secret agents, and well-fortified to withstand and repel a full military assault. Boasting a nasty arsenal of secret weapons, powered by geothermal energy harnessed from the volcano, it was a sight to behold.

Surely worthy of a celebration to celebrate the milestone.

"A toast! To evil!" Supreme Leader of CHIMERA, Vega Antlia, raised a sparkling glass of champagne in triumph, before drinking heartily, leaning back in her evil spinny chair. In front of her was a council of her most evil and most trusted henchmen, all of which would surely be good inspirations for children's toys. At the head of the rogue's gallery was Vega's direct second-in-command, Dr. Triclops—named as such due to her cybernetic right eye, and also because she wore glasses too, presumably as a fashion statement.

"To evil," Dr. Triclops concurred with a sly grin, taking a sip of her own champagne.

"Now that our battlestation is fully armed and operational, I say it's high time we put this baby to good use!" Vega beamed, spinning to face a control panel, her fiery red hair swinging wildly as she did. "Australia's nearby, so if we... phew, s'hot... if we aimed our supersizing beam at their local fauna, we can surely stir up a panic and-"

"Ah, FYI, I put a special serum into your glass." Dr. Triclops pointed out matter of factly.

"...Eh? Serum?" Vega paused, glancing behind her. "What're you talking about, Doc?"

"Oh, I guess I didn't send you a memo." Dr. Triclops adjusted her glasses. "I intend to assume leadership of CHIMERA, so I wanted to grant you an island vacation, with a full retirement package~"

"You... what are you saying, Doc!?" Vega spun around, gnashing her teeth. Sweat was beading from her forehead; she wiped it away with the back of her hand. "Evil plans are a team effort!"

"Yes, I believe I did more than enough thinking between the both of us." Dr. Triclops nodded coolly. "I believe the serum is already taking effect, so I will be taking one of the escape pods."

"YOU'LL DO NO SUCH THING, TRAITOR!" Vega fumed—quite literally at that, puffs of smoke escaping her lips. She spun back to the panel, ready to alert her elite guards; in her rage, she ignored the building of hot energy within her core, and the rising fever that was rashing over her, giving her skin a nasty red glow.

"ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL!" She bellowed, sparks flying as she shouted. "LOCK DOWN ALL ESC... ah!?"

In her astonishment, her hands began to glow; the console, in turn, began to glow molten hot, the chrome surface distorting at the slightest touch. She gawked, turning her palms to face her, surprised to see her skin flaring up, and then splaying across the console... taking on the appearance, the characteristics of molten lava! The console began to break down in front of her, sparking wildly and melting before her very presence.

"Oh, P.S.: I wired our budget to my account, so everyone's on my payroll now. Ta!~" Dr. Triclops stood at the exit, the guards at her beck and call. As sirens blared and a full evac was underway, Vega struggled with her increasingly liquidized form... or, well, lava wasn't a liquid, but she sure didn't feel solid either!

"Whoa whoa wha!?" She cried out as she became engulfed in flame, her leather supervillain costume burning up and disintegrating all around her, revealing her busty form, completely engulfed by molten lava! She slipped backwards, her former throne consumed by her superhot behind, as she splattered to the floor. She was thousands of degrees, yet she didn't feel pain or a fever anymore... just panic as everything she was touching began to melt!

She jerked awkwardly, sitting in a puddle of lava... a puddle of herself as she examined her glowing naked form... she had a sinking feeling of the situation she was in, feeling the floor beneath her bend and warp; she tried to stand up, but that put all her weight in one spot. She yelped as the floor opened wide, causing her to fall twenty feet, down to the next floor...

SPLAT! She groaned, feeling her amorphous body splaying out in all directions. She ignored the screams of panicking grunts as she tried to pull herself together, trying to ignore the pleasant feeling of her body melting and incorporating metal into her increasingly busty form. But as the floor began to yield again, she paused and sighed, resigned to her fate.

She tumbled down floor after floor, melting a Vega-sized hole each time, before she reached the final floor. A sense of dread washed over her—this was the power room, the closest to the bubbling mass of lava below. Alone and left to her own devices, there was no one left. Dr. Triclops' evac policies were well-planned, she had to give her that.

Creeeeak... Vega winced as the floor gave way one more time, and she fell, plummeting towards the open maw of the live volcano...

Thwump! She hit the lava with a hard splat; it was impossible to tell where she ended and the volcano began. But as the amorphous, molten rock stirred and bubbled, a low, violent rumble began to shake the whole island. From below the mouth of the volcano, the lava began to shift, focusing towards the center and surging upwards in bubbling pulsations. It shifted on its own, as if moving like clay as it surged towards the mouth, towards the base's underside!

VAVOOM!! A volcanic eruption followed unlike any other, the supersized visage of a molten mistress tearing through the base! Billions of dollars of weapons, armaments, fortifications, and franchised fast food locations were overrun by her lava body, enveloped and sinking into her superheated curves. The volcano rumbled as Vega emerged from the mouth of the volcano, assimilating the base, her buxom the size of boulders and her waist disappearing into the mountain; her hair flowed like lava currents down her arched back.

She moaned, and slumped over the mouth of the volcano, now a volcanic goddess towering beyond fifty feet tall. She toyed with her hair, staring off into space with eyes black as coal.

"Sheesh... if you can't trust an evil supergenius with your finances, who can you trust?" Vega muttered; the island itself grumbled and shook, her power felt with every gesture she made. Acrid smoke billowed around her glowing hot skin.

She'd certainly have to get Dr. Triclops back, and steal back all her stolen assets... though she wondered what good it would do her, being a volcanic superwoman now. She could at least force her to work on a cure... as soon as she figured out her own earth-shattering might. Feeling herself extending deep into the earth, she wondered how much potential she had that was still untapped.,..