Baby Wolverine needs her bottle.

As Raven set Laura down, the (mostly) nude Wolverine clone could only glare at the blue-skinned mutant, blushing wildly as she stood in nothing but her messy diaper. She certainly looked the part even without it, small chest that almost felt like it was getting smaller, not a single bit of body hair on her, completely unaware that the suppository she had taken earlier that day was already working it’s effects, how exactly Emma and Raven had managed to create something capable of working even with Laura’s healing factor was an interesting question, but unfortunately unlikely to be one she would find out about very soon.

Either way, claws or not, as far as Laura was concerned, the feral mutant was still a Wolverine, no matter how she had been humiliated. With a savage feral growl, she lunged forward, aiming to claw at Mystique and restore her dignity.

Unfortunately, things didn’t quite turn out that way…

Whether it was to do with the long day of humiliation, the squeaks and squeals she had been letting out all day rendering her voice hoarse, or something else entirely, her ‘feral growl’ came out a little more like a mewling whine, sounding outright adorable as she lunged.

As expected, that to didn’t quite work out, the mutant girl was still adjusting to the bulky double-diapers she wore, and unfortunately, she didn’t quite succeed in her oh-so-threatening attack, simply falling face-forward onto the ground, landing roughly, face down, diapered ass pointing up for all to see…

Raven turned back, smirking as she looked down at Laura, “Better luck next time, baby.” She declared, before proceeding to strut out of the cell properly with her usual grace, something that in that moment X completely lacked.

Sighing, Emma scooped up the Wolverine clone into her arms, cradling her with surprising strength as she shifted into her diamond form, “You’re certainly going to take some adjusting to start behaving here, I can already tell.” She declared with a sigh, all the while Laura squirmed and struggled, helpless in the taller, older woman’s grip, as it turned out, being 5”1 and unable to draw her claws essentially left her only able to heal well and sense things well, not exactly the most useful of powers in her current predicament…

“P-Put me down!” Laura demanded, or at least tried to as she was set down in the armchair The White Queen had summoned last night, spreading Laura across her lap once again, although this time at least face-up, evidently not going for a spanking this time. “Open wide baby!” Emma sung in a teasing tone, bringing down Laura’s drink, not seemingly moved to a fittingly adorable baby bottle. “This is a special blend, try as we might, we couldn’t quite get every change we wanted into those pills of yours, so this will be another part of your routine.” She explained, much to the Wolverine clone’s chagrin.

As embarrassing as it was, the feral mutant turned her head and whined, continuing to kick and squirm uselessly. “N-No! Absolutely not!” She hissed, only to blink in confusion as Emma turned back to her regular form. “I should of known you’d be difficult. Oh well! That’s what my powers are for.”

‘DRINK.’

“H-Huh…?” Laura murmured, looking confused. When had she blacked out? And why was Emma looking so smug? Not to mention holding an empty bottle of milk… She groaned as she realised what Emma had done, recognising the telepathic woman’s abilities. “Fuck you.” She declared with a growl…

“Hmm… Wromg answer, you know I’m still in your head, right, darling?” Emma asked with a smirk directed at the smaller woman in her lap, causing Laura to hiss in pain as she felt the presence grow stronger, was Emma doing something else?

“Maybe if you’re more obedient for the rest of the day, you can have full motor control back later. But for the next few hours, I hope you enjoy crawling and being as weak as a helpless baby. Enjoy, darling!” She declared, as Laura whimpered.