by Will Stanton » Fri Feb 03, 2023 11:43 pm
Well, then. Lead on, MacDuff... Will said, taking the mental equivalent of a deep breath.
Arriving back in the dorm, Will double and triple checked to make sure no one was in, and then ushered Miriam into her own room, making her promise not to peak. Strangely prude and chaste for someone who had been wrapped around her breasts on the walk over, but he was insistent; a red line he had no intention of crossing. That left Miriam alone to stew in her own devices for a good 10 minutes -- much longer than it would take to change, even taking into account that she had asked Will to dress in versions of himself, rather than just come out of the mirror dressed to the nines. She might well be at the end of her patience and ready to go out there to demand to know what was going on when the door to her bedroom swung open again.
Miriam had an inkling that Will preferred tight outfits -- it had been that bodycon dress she had worn when they went to Syn, after all -- but those left something to the imagination; they were something you could walk down the street and draw head turns. And you don't get to be a long-time member of the X-Men without a little care for some spandex. This, though...
It wasn't latex, Miriam would eventually decide. And it wasn't rubber, either. It was smooth and slick, but soft and yielding. Some kind of future substance? Or some material only a shifter could come up with? At the very least, it wasn't something you could find in stores. And it was all over him, nearly covering him from head to toe -- nearly literally. Perhaps the closest thing she could think of would be a diving suit, with actual feet and gloves rather than flippers, but that usually had some more padding and insulation in it. This? This was almost a second skin, the green and black pattern looking almost more like bodypaint or tattoos than the clothing it was.
It was open in the middle. Inspection wouldn't make it immediately clear how; no obvious zipper or fastener could be seen, but from the top of her breastbone down to the very bottom of the midriff, a good six inches below her belly button, an oval of exposed flesh could be seen. It was just, and I mean just on this side of decent by the letter of the law; her breasts barely covered by the edges of the material. Although 'her' might not be the right adjective at the moment; judging from the bulge a few inches lower, Will was mixing and matching at the moment.
The patterns themselves, on the suit, seemed to be ribbed in some way -- they didn't seem to have a function at the moment, but they looked like they could be cinched, somehow making the impossibly tight suit even tighter. It was a weird mix; some intense freedom of movement allowed by the tightness of the suit, and yet restraining and constrictive, keeping Will inside. The entire thing ended in a choker around her neck, skin tight. And above that, of course, was Will's face, pointed pretty firmly at the ground, and not letting her eyes find Miriam's just yet.