Go see your genetic augmentation department

The appointment can go suck a dick for all you care. You've been waiting for weeks for your geneticists to find something more that you could cram into this nymphomanic Goddess's body of yours.

You head straight for the science and technology department and slam open the door, slightly startling the scientists who thankfully weren't in the middle of anything particularly precision-demanding.

Sophie: "What's up, faggots? Any news on the gene juice lately?"

Scientist 1: "Your Highness! You've certainly arrived at an optimal time. We were just pondering if it would be worth the trouble to wake you up - there's been a new substantial discovery at an off-site laboratory in Hineyland."

After gaining the full rulership, you took the liberty of changing the official names of a few countries. Among your best picks are: 'Stupid Place', 'Hairball Gurgle Land' 'Shithive' and 'The Autocratic Idiocracy of Dickwhaft'. Of course the common folk may still refer to them as their original, more dignified names, but you can at least have a blast forcing on-site staff to use them.

Sophie: "Aw hell yeas! You guys are my favorite branch of government, you know that? Always coming up with ways to jack me up further, even past any logical limits. So what you got?"

Scientist 1: "Well, seeing as how your strength, speed, intelligence, endurance, toughness and longevity are already preposterously overpowered, we've had to take a bit of a different route."

Sophie: "Go on."

Scientist 1: "Yesterday, our exploration team sent us the genetic sequence of a strange animal from a far away galaxy called Ademordna. We've now managed to successfully integrate vital parts of their genetic makeup into that of the common catman."