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Disabling the Doctor for Txeptirea and Leviathan White Dragon by Draconicon

Doctor Wolfenstein hadn't been the most happy about his methods for developing the latest batch of super soldiers. The wolf knew that it was time to move away from simple experiments directly on the body of the soldiers in question; more than 90% of the time, such subjects died in the testing with no useful information gleaned, and those few that survived it had a better than even chance of having no reaction to the serum or the experimental substance at work. Those that survived and were affected, rare as they were, frequently did not listen to directions and had to be put down.

No, he knew that he was doing the right thing with moving on to enhancing a piece of equipment, which could be controlled, and control a subject through it. It was far more reliable, and it was far more powerful, and far more mass-producible than anything that he had done with traditional subjects. It was the smarter, more pragmatic choice.

Yet, despite all that, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off as he had spent the last few weeks milking the latex dragon he'd captured, and storing his strange seed away for the experiments. Something about the dragon's ease at being milked, how he had surrendered, lay ill with the wolf. He did prefer a compliant subject, of course, but it had been almost too easy. Yet, he couldn't imagine what the dragon actually had in his little head.

So the milking continued, and the latex seed was carefully engineered into various armored suits, creating a half latex, half protective armor suit that could be worn over the whole body. The latex allowed it more flexibility than it would otherwise have, and if his readings were correct, then the living latex part would not only enhance the armor plates that were placed in specific parts of it, but also would greatly increase the strength of the wearer as well. The latex even seemed to respond to thought patterns, as well, though he hadn't been able to test that as thoroughly as he would have liked. He would need to wait until it was on someone to do that.

Two weeks had gone by, and he was back in the main room, pulling the milking tube off of the dragon's cock and setting it aside, having come up with another cup or so of the dragon's seed. Wolfenstein noticed that it was slowly declining in quantity; he'd need to see how to improve that.

Still, at least the panting dragon was still doing well. As the dragon leaned back on the table, recovering, Wolfenstein turned his attention back to the armored suit again, looking over it and running a gloved finger down the sides of it. The smoothness of it, how well it held together, was absolutely extraordinary.

"What...what is that?"

The wolf rolled his eyes at the dragon's voice, not bothering to look up.

"It is what you are helping to create. A uniform for super soldiers that will allow my clients to fight more effectively."

"You...it has my cum in it?"

"Yes. It's part of what makes it work."

"And...it's made of latex?"

Doctor Wolfenstein sighed. Sometimes, he missed the days where he could keep his experimental subjects permanently gagged. Their constant questions were more than annoying; they were downright distracting.

"Yes, yes, now -"

"Perfect."

Before Wolfenstein had the chance to respond, the bodysuit suddenly turned in his hand. The latex sleeves shot up his arms, like a pair of limbs grasping at him. The wolf leaped back from the table, but it was too late. The sleeves already had a good grip, and they came off of the table with the rest of the costume, following him back. The legs shoved themselves against his, and the wolf struggled against it as he looked over his shoulder.

"You're doing this? How?!"

"I control any latex that comes out of my body, doctor. As soon as you put my seed into the suits, then they were under my control."

"But it was so little!"

"Whatever latex it touches becomes part of me, as well. Thank you a lot, Doctor Wolfenstein. You just gave me the perfect way to escape."

Cursing Levi's ability, the wolf tried to reach for his waist. If he could just get one of the tools there, he could keep the suit at bay, at least for a while. His arm strained against the latex sleeve, but he had definitely gotten older. Times past, he could have broken the grip of a powerful sergeant and still grabbed hold of his tool, but not anymore. The sleeve held him fast, and slowly pulled his arms above his head.

As soon as they were up there, one of the sleeves restrained them, holding them together, as the suit turned itself around. Wolfenstein's eyes went wide as he saw the back open up, revealing the entrance to the suit, and as it started pulling itself around his body, he realized what it was meant to do.

"No! You can't do this to me! I'm the genius that invented these! I have so many more ideas, I -"

"You are a madman that has caused so many problems in the world, and you aren't going to make anymore. Whatever you make from now on, you'll make for me. Hehehe, I've always wondered what a mad scientist would do if he could only make sex toys."

The mere thought made the wolf grind his teeth together, but he could no more stop the suit now than he could have before. It was too strong, and it was pulling him too quickly, too hard, to the opening. His legs slid in despite his best struggles, and as one arm was freed, he swore that there was less fight in him than before as he was tugged to slide his arm down the sleeve.

And there was, much, much less, in fact. As he looked down, he saw that the latex was more than skintight. It was already fusing with his legs and fur, and he felt his toes curling without his control, a sign of the suit actually hooking directly into his nervous system. It was a feature that he'd come up with in order to give the wearer more strength and the owner more control, but he'd never expected the source to be able to control the suits instead.

He just saw some of his clothes melt away before some of the latex covered it, and he realized that he was more than wearing the suit. He was becoming it. The suit was covering him completely from the waist down, and the doctor blushed as he saw his cock pop out of the front, the latex taking on the size and shape of it, making it look like he wasn't wearing anything. The bound dragon chuckled at him, licking his lips.

"My my, look at that. It seems that the doctor has quite a bit to hide in his pants. Why didn't you let me play with that a little?"

"You...little..."

"Oh, I'm a lot of things. But I think tonight, or at least, really soon...you're gonna be my little bitch."

The wolf realized that the dragon was probably right; he could already feel that most of his body was outside of his control as the suit continued to melt away his clothes and lock itself into his nervous system. As much as he racked his brain, he couldn't think of anything he could do to stop it, nothing that he could do to even slow it down.

He suddenly realized that his other arm had been pulled into a sleeve at some point, and the suit was zipping itself up. As Doctor Wolfenstein looked over himself, he could see that the metal parts of the suit had been minimized, covered up or swallowed up by the latex, and the suit itself emphasized his body in a way that he had most definitely not designed. The wolf blushed more, even as he continued to weakly struggle against the suit.

The latex hood approached his face, and the wolf stared into it as the rest of the suit held his body completely still. The slow approach of the hood was almost like a snake coming up to swallow his head, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

It swallowed his head, and the tightness nearly suffocated him before the mouth hole opened and he was allowed to see. But it was the twisting, pulsing lengths that were traveling down his ears that worried him the most. He felt them pushing past his eardrums and everything else, followed by a strange sense of pressure around his skull...

And then nothing. The wolf stared ahead blankly as his mind was taken over, his fears, then his anger, then everything else disappearing as something pushed down his ears and over his mind. Thoughts, emotions, everything disappeared as he was slowly pulled under the spell of the latex that he wore. In the background, he could hear Levi giggling, but that was secondary; all that mattered was letting the latex take over.

Soon, it had, and his mind was completely blank. All he could feel was emptiness. All he could do was stand there -

"Get me outta here."

• and follow orders. The wolf turned around, walking slowly towards the table that restrained the latex dragon, and pressed the buttons that would release him. Levi leaped off of the table as the former doctor watched in silence.

"Ah, there we go. Good to be out of that thing, finally. So, how many of those suits did you make before you came here?"

"Three hundred twelve."

"That's a ton. How many did you sell so far?"

"None."

"Oh ho ho ho, that's gonna be good. That's gonna be real good."

The latex dragon chuckled to himself, and the wolf stood still as the dragon walked around him. Levi's hand ran down his shoulder, and the wolf didn't move when he felt the dragon's fingers slipping under his tail.

"What do we have here? A little hole? My my, doctor, did you put a hole in here for all the soldiers that would wear this?"

"No."

"No, I know you didn't, that was all my doing. But still, I was hoping you might say yes. Then again...nah, I guess you couldn't really do that. Not with the suit making you super obedient. Maybe after I have you, you'll get better."

The wolf had no idea what the dragon meant...at least until Levi slid something else under his tail. He leaned forward, pushed down by the latex dragon's cock, and stared straight ahead as his ass was filled with a thick cock.

There was nothing else to think about, only the words that the dragon whispered in his ear as he was slowly taken, and slowly converted, to being Levi's 'sexy latex slave', as the master put it.

The End