Time for a new wardrobe.

Clutching her aching tit, Emma glared down at the Wolverine clone, her gaze venomous enough to make the feral mutant shiver. “Little brat.” She hissed, looking down at the bite-marks Laura had made, “You’re lucky you’re still weak, if you drew blood you’d never be out of diapers again.” She growled.

“Fuck you! I wasn’t just going to let you do… That!” She muttered with a glare, flushing slightly at the thought of the fact she had just been breastfed. As if things hadn’t been humiliating enough already! Still, rolling her eyes, Emma clapped her hands, activating the strange cell and making Laura wince, already having a feeling something bad was going to happen.

“Cell, I think our little prisoner needs a new outfit, something more appropriate to the brat she acts like.” Emma declared with a smirk, holding her hands out. Once again, as if like magic, a bundle of clothes appeared into her hands, looking black and yellow… Was that Laura’s Wolverine costume?

The brief moment of hope was quickly vanquished as Emma unfurled the outfit, making X wince at the sight, it wasn’t spandex she had in her hands, but rather a yellow and black Wolverine-themed onesie, sporting nothing to cover her legs, and no doubt going to show off her diaper abundantly… It almost looked like a mocking interpretation of Laura’s actual costume…

“I’m not wearing that.” Laura growled, backing away on her butt, realising she still didn’t have the ability to stand with Emma’s telepathic dampening in effect. She was helpless to resist.

“Of course not, darling. You’ll need a change first, I may be cruel, but even I’m not cruel enough to make your fellow prisoners endure the current state of your- _ahem. ‘Protection’ _when you’re on the prison yard next… Causing Laura to look shocked, both at the realisation she would be seen like this, and the realisation of the current state of her padding…