#mind change
Rubber Kitty
After a long day in the danger room, Kitty Pryde returned to her room. There she found a package waiting for her labeled “SR cat uniform.” With her current uniform shredded by the danger rooms traps, she decided to try the new one on.
Opening the box, Kitty was presented with a full body latex cat suit (complete with attached hood, gloves, and boots) in her older dark blue and bright yellow colors and patterns. The latex seemed very thin and flimsy in her hands.
“Well, Hank is always coming up with something new. It’s probably more durable than it looks.”
Kitty started to strip down and put her hair in a quick bun so that she could take a quick shower before trying on the new suit. She placed her torn uniform in the laundry basket and showered just long enough to rinse off the dirt and grime from her danger room workout, after which she briefly stood in front of a full length mirror to admire her shapely figure.
Farther exploration of the box yielded a bottle of lotion that she assumed was for making putting the cat suit on easier. After oiling up with the lotion, Kitty started to squeeze into the new outfit.
First her shapely legs went in, smoothing out the wrinkles along the way. Her nice round ass was next. Working her upper body and arms wasn’t too difficult either: thankfully, Hank had put the zipper in the front. With only a little effort, Kitty slipped her breasts into the suit and worked the zipper up and over them. She easily stretched the hood over her head and into place.
Pulling the zipper all the way up, Kitty started admiring herself in the mirror again. She was completely covered in latex with only small openings for her eyes, nose, and mouth. The suit was dark blue with bright yellow gloves, boots, and a “V” pattern from her shoulders down between her legs. The hood was also a dark blue and the whole thing was VERY shinny.
Kitty spent some time walking around her room getting used to the suit and how it felt and how it squeaked when she moved. The cat suit went on a bit tight, but it felt like it was getting tighter the longer her wore it. The uniform was getting uncomfortably tight and very hot. She would have to talk to Hank about that later.
She reached for the zipper to take it off… only to discover that it was gone!
In a panic, she literally pawed at her chest. The once form-fitting gloves had changed in to over-sized cat paws. The boot were going through a similar change, and Kitty had already grown cat ears, nose, and a long tail that swished back and forth. Looking closely at her reflection, she saw that the suit was still very shiny. Almost transparent.
Kitty managed to calm herself down. She tried to phase her way out of the uniform. All that managed to do was give herself a massive head ache and phase her through her bed. Crawling out from under the bed, she felt something pinching the base of her skull and pushing its way into her head. It was like her brain was being wrapped up in something that was blocking out all thoughts… all except for:
“I’m a good Kitty!”
Artwork By: Oscar Celestini
ABDSM Fan member commission for DDragon
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From Agent to Slave Girl
Standing in front of an array of mirrors, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Bobbi Morse was shocked by the outfit she was being made to wear: nothing but a chastity belt and heavy metal collar.
“If this is what I have to do to get close to Madam Hydra, then so be it.” Bobbi thought.
Looking at herself from all angles, Bobbi felt a slight tingling sensation from her collar. Agent Morse’s mind began to wander through several erotic fantasies as her hands slide slowly across her exposed breasts, her left hand playing with a very hard nipple as her right hand began to head south. Just as her fingers were about to meet hard metal, Bobbi was snapped back to reality by some loud clapping behind her.
“Excellent! Now that you are properly attired, we can get this evening’s festivities underway.” said Madame Hydra from behind Bobbi.
‘Madame… are you sure about this outfit?” Bobbi questioned.
“Yes. That is the standard uniform for your position. You are, after all, attending the reception as my personal slave girl.”
Madame Hydra clipped a leash to the front of agent Morse’s collar and led her out of the building. By the time they reached the waiting car, the tingling from Bobbi’s collar had grown to a strong stinging.
“I’m not feeling well, Madame…” Bobbi struggled with the growing pain from her collar.
“Oh, that’s just the cerebral-control synching with your body. It lets me make control your behavior and make whatever changes to your mind that I wish. Changes like lowering your intelligence level and moral standards, making you more obedient, and switching your sexual orientation.”
With only a few taps on the keys of the Madame’s phone, the only thoughts in Agent Morse’s head was an extreme sexual attraction to Madame Hydra.
“Driver? Change of plans. Take us to my safe house. I can’t wait to play with my new slave girl.”
Artwork By: Eduardo Bazan (AlterComics)
A BDSM Fan member commission for DDragon
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