Latex succubus

Reaching into the trunk, Harry picked up the first thing that his hands found, lifting it up to look at it. At first glance, he wondered why he had lifted out a collection of belts, before his eyes started finding patterns among the shape. He could see where someone's legs were meant to go, but the rest was all unconnected, making it hard to see what went where. Sitting the straps on the desk, he reached back into the trunk.

What he pulled out was enough to make him blush to the ends of his ears. A skimpy set of lingerie, barely enough to cover the important parts, while not really hiding anything at all. Still, under the compulsions, he quickly cast a switching spell between them and the soft cotton panties and bra he was already wearing. The cool latex material made his nipples harden immediately making him look as turned on as he felt.

Next to come out of the trunk was a shiny latex corset, already open for him to wear. Not thinking anything about it, he wrapped it across is waist. In seconds, it tightened to an almost painful degree, before it stopped squeezing any more. Struggling to breath in a proper manner, he was reduced to quick breathy panting. Even though the material was cool, Harry felt his body heating up with every new piece he wore. So focused on breathing, he missed the clasps melt into a runic pattern across his torso.

Taking the straps from the desk, Harry pulled them up his legs until they were snug on his thighs. As soon as he let go to secure the next part, the entire bundle wriggled up his body like snakes until they each found the right partner and clicked shut on their own. As each clasp shut, it also melted into one smooth piece, leaving his pale skin criss-crossed with shiny black latex.

The next thing out of the trunk was a pair of heels, towering platforms with a dangerously thin heel, tiny runes etched along the edge of the platform and heel, as well as some on the insole gave soft glow as he slid his feet into them and watched as the clasps melted shut. Taking a few careful steps back to the trunk, Harry pulled out the final items in the compartment.

The wig was just as shiny as the rest of his clothes, though it felt as smooth as silk in his hands. As he sat it on his head, he felt the oddest sensation of his own hair flexing and sewing itself through the hairpiece, securing it as tightly as his own hair. The last item was a collar, of the same shiny latex. It had delicate silver runes circling the entire length, that Harry knew would make him look like everyone expected until he turned it off. Excited to wander about in his new uniform without anyone the wiser, he gleefully snapped it onto his neck.