Rogue was relaxing in her room between classes when there was a knock at the door. When she answered it, there was just a box with her name on it.
Returning to her bed and opening the package revealed a new uniform. Rogue thought her current one was fine, but she knew that everyone was getting new uniforms and was going to be expected to wear them.
She was surprised to see it was almost identical to her old green and gold one... except for two noticeable differences. Namely, it had an attached hood and was made entirely of very thin latex. Having spent most of her adult life fully covered, Rogue knew latex was not the best material for a uniform meant to be worn into battle. Anyone in this suit would quickly overheat and the thin latex would be easily ripped to shreds.
Still, she figured she would try it on now just so she could say it didn’t fit and that way she could go back to her old outfit (and maybe leave some suggestions for alternative materials the next time the team decides they need to switch up their look).
The box also contained a thick, rubber spiked collar and a bottle of body oil. “Well, whoever came up with this has at least a little sense” she thought.
Rogue quickly stripped down, throwing her clothes onto the bed, before putting her hair up to make slipping the hood on easier and carefully applying oil all over her naked body. The oil did its job very well and Rogue slid into the suit with ease.
The outfit fit her perfectly, hugging and accentuating her every curve while leaving only her eyes, nose, and mouth uncovered. Admiring her shiny form in the mirror, the X-Man gave herself a smile and a shrug.
“I might as well go all in, as they say.”
She placed the rubber collar around her neck, where it suddenly snapped shut, locking itself in place. Even with her famous super strength, Rogue was unable to remove the collar... a task that was becoming more difficult every second as her gloves slowly reformed into dog paws. Looking back towards the mirror, she was shocked to find the once smooth and featureless hood now had dog ears sticking up out of it.
Rogue was starting to feel light headed (and not just because she was already overheating in all that latex). Unable to stay on her feet, Rogue fell down to her hands and knees. Her eyes fixed on the mirror as a large, fluffy, rubberized tail grew from her backside. As the latex puppy suit tightened and became more and more transparent, Rogue experienced her last independent thought: “I’m becoming a puppy!”
“No... I AM a puppy. I am a good little puppy...”
Tags: pleasure, latex, mind control, transformation, pet sub, slave, peril, comic books
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Story by DDragon |
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Artwork by Oscar Celestini |
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