Enema Time

The feral mutant was too busy whimpering, struggling to adjust to the completely barren, hairless crotch she now sported, it made the short mutant look even more adorably childish and dorky than she did already, especially in comparison to the tall, busty Raven and Emma.

Speaking of which, even while it wasn’t necessary, Raven continued to hold the clone down, clearly simply enjoying humiliating the pint-sized Wolverine.

With a smug grin, Emma turned to Laura once she was done rummaging through the bag, almost teasingly turning to the younger girl and holding out a large enema bag and tube. “You could have avoided this, Laura. But you had to act like a brat.” She declared, preparing to get into position. “Perhaps spending your night dealing with a diaper and enema will make you more of an obedient little Wolverine?”

“N-NO! Don’t you dare!” The clone squeaked embarrassingly, any sense of dignity she had left long gone at this point. Try as she might to resist though, the blue-skinned mutant held Laura firm, presenting the clone’s bouncing booty.

Pop!

“Ugh! O-Ow!” Laura squeaked as the tube was inserted, almost immediately beginning to fill up the dorky mutant, although what exactly was in the enema bag, and what it’s effects were, she couldn’t quite tell, try as she might to struggle though. Emma and Raven worked to keep her still, helplessly squirming and moaning as she was slowly but surely pumped…