Commission: A Universe-Bending Stretch

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Summary: The Goddess of Rubber, Mallistica, indulges herself in a session of universe-spanning stretching, melting, and cloning. Commissioned by jack2112.

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There were gods of all kinds in the pantheon of Greco-Roman mythological greats. One that had fallen by the wayside was Mallistica, the Goddess of Rubber. Where does she fall in the timeline? Something about the mighty Zeus and a condom that could hold back his titanic girth.

It may be surprising to the average layperson that Mallistica did not get a lot of temples built after her in the Golden Age of Gods. Just as well, the paltry offerings of mortals hardly mattered to her. She was a goddess after all, and only a goddess's touch could excite her.

And as a retired goddess, she spent most of her days at the beach, doing just that and testing her limits further and further. She could feel the ocean's waves lapping against the shoreline. She rested on a reclining beach chair, her skin blemishly and perfect like a polished clay vase.

The ocean took on a slightly lighter, peach-hued tint as currents stirred within. She had spent the better part of a decade allowing herself to stretch and ooze into an infinite expanse, and for miles and miles, her body melted into an expanse of olive-hued ooze that rippled, stirred, and crested waves like any body of water.

She curled her toes as she felt the wave--her own skin--lapping against the shoreline, teasing at her perfect body. She chuckled, her arms reaching forward, creaking like stretched rubber, as she reached to cup some of the ooze, holding it in her hands; between the spaces of her fingers, the material ooze in paint-like streaks along her forearms, melting back into her sleek, shiny flesh.

Mallistica had succeeded in making a planet of her own image, of her own form. Perhaps she could go a step further today...

She licked her luscious lips and relaxed, her limbs spreading in all directions, disappearing into the ocean. She stirred, moaning at the sensation of her limbs repeatedly penetrating her form, moving through like an electric eel.

Every second that pass, she continued to grow miles and miles at a time, her limbs elegantly dancing, twirling in their own ballroom dances. She allowed her midriff and neck to ascend, higher and higher, looking down upon the breadth of her creation; the once vast ocean, from her vantage point, resembled a simple, yet elegant cup of cappuccino.

Her skin tugged in all directions, need aching throughout her entire body. She continued to grow at a rapid pace; from the ooze-like ocean, more hands rose to the surface as her body creaked and stretched in all directions; she was a true giantess, rapidly achieving unfathomable heights. A million hands, from arms that could reach from once end of the Milky Way to the other, coiled up her chocolatey midriff, tenderly massaging and squeezing at her.

Rubber didn't need to breath in the vacuum of space after all; she smacked her lips, imagining how delicious the Earth could be, a green-and-blue gumdrop that trembled at her form...

She felt a tugging sensation just on her ballooning left ass-cheek, and she paused. The sensation was powerful, focused to a pin point; she could feel herself swirling, pulled taut, pulled along. She realized that she had found herself a black hole.

Her moans and giggles sent ripples across the emptiness of space as she tried to resist, but it was only a token effort; truthfully, she wanted to see what it was like to be pulled into a black hole, rocking her hips as they disappeared into a pin-point space.

Her myriad tendrils and limbs were pulled deeper and deeper into the space. Still she continued to grow, and still the black hole's grip didn't relent, sucking her deeper and deeper. A more intimate partner than Mallistica had ever anticipated...

But she had other plans for the black hole. She grew still, more and more, filling the black hole with her battered being, until the black hole had reached its limit.

"AGH!~"

She gasped as the space around her rippled. THe black hole couldn't accept more of her form, and reached a breaking point. It exploded, a rainbow of otherworldly matter swirling along with her choco lately, oozing skin, flung to the far corners of the galaxy and beyond; Mallistica was blasted into pieces of ooze, hundreds of planet-size entities, the softest meteoroid belt one could imagine.

Time moved quickly as the universe, one and the same with Mallistica, expanded; planets grew and bubbled in size as life began to sprout from Mallistica's ooze-like buxom. She was a goddess, and she had given her form to its denizens, all perfect copies of her, with her child-bearing hips, her jiggling breasts, and her yearning womanhood, aching to be filled.

She loved her body. So too did the clones of her that had risen from her disparate body. They immediately embraced each other in planetary orgies, kissing at each other's necks, running hands through their long, blonde hair. Mallistica could feel trillions of her own creation, of her own body pleasuring itself a quadrillion different ways; the orgies of thousands of planets in unison rocked her body, sending shivers along her universal being.

Tendrils lashed out between planets large and small, connecting to other planets, and pulling them closer. Larger planets enveloped smaller planets over and over, and the orgies only grew in size and scale. Limbs of an uncountable number of Mallisticas slithered over each other, tugging, hugging, knotting in each other's embrace as the planets swelled, connected, and continued to integrate. Each planet dwarfed the size of Jupiter by several metrics...

Mallistica's unchecked growth across the universe continued unabated, and it wasn't long until she felt boxed in. She had grown faster than the universe's boundaries itself. Her eyelids fluttered open, grunting in displeasure; sure, the universe was infinitely expanding, but it wasn't fast enough. She wanted to continue growing, feel the tautness of her skin, the myriad of conflicting sensations rubbing against her.

The myriad orgiastic limbs of her offspring had coiled together into a single, pulsating limb, planets smashing and coalescing into a single form, their moans of pleasure crying out in unison as they screamed in unison towards the heavens. Mallistica, once blasted into an incalculable number of pieces, had become whole, her shapely curves pressing against the boundaries of all known space.

She bit her lips as she parted her legs, allowing the result of billions of years of nonstep sex, advancement and growth to penetrate her godly being. Her labia pulsated, yearning as the phallic, mocha-hued galaxies that came together slipped into her. Her body swelled, rippling with force that could effortlessly extinct all of mankind a hundred times over.

More and more of herself plunged into her opening, thrusting and resisting, but still her body surged. She could feel the tingling and creaking of her body indicating she was growing, how it ravaged her formless body, but she could feel herself receding from the edges of known space.

She blinked, her fingers tensing around her swelling labia. She elongated her neck as her head travelled through space, her hair flowing behind her like a shampoo commercial, as she peered inside of herself.

Wherever she looked, she saw limbs of herself flailing, twisting into infinity; she could hear her offspring, shaped as she was, cry out in orgiastic pleasure, their voices rippling through her malleable flesh.

And still she grew, plunging into herself with increasing gusto. It was then that Mallistica realized something.

She had created a pocket dimension inside of her own being, one as beautiful and perfect as her, one that had her full, godly potential in its DNA. A dimension of endless elasticity, of endless stretching, that could reach further and further beyond the meagre constraints of the known universe. And whatever happened inside of it would pass to her. She could feel everything, limbs twisting and coiling around each other, breasts tickled and sucked at...

It was a realm of her creation. She was no longer merely a God of Rubber. She was a ruler of her own dimension, one uniquely equipped to bring her unimaginable pleasure.

She relaxed, flowing deeper and deeper into her own being, the boundaries of her own body pushed farther and farther into her bold, new reality. Mankind's limited resources, their rigid forms, their meagre offerings didn't raise a candle to what Mallestica offered to herself.

Perhaps this was why she had taken to self-pleasuring, self-exploration so much: she had found no better partner than herself.

Once more, a pair of hands, swivelled up from the mass of limbs, hands splaying across her breasts; they pulsated and swelled, each the size of multiple galaxies, each radiating the heat of a thousand stars as they flushed redder and redder. She moaned, her voice echoing against the rubber walls of her own body, rippling her body.

In her dimension, every action multiplied on itself a thousand times over, her pleasure multiplying exponentially until it reached a fever pitch. A dimension suited to her unique tastes, suited to her own artistry of creation.

Mallestica was a goddess. It didn't matter to her who knew it at this point; she had her limitless body all to herself in a limitless space. And this new dimension posed infinite potential for experimentation.

She giggled, already imagining some of the things she could get up to; she practically melted at the thought of it.