Mara stepped back as she completed the incantation. The scrap of rubber sat motionless before her. The young sorceress sighed.

…of course it didn’t work. Why would it? Mage Armor was supposed to be cast with a piece of cured leather. There was no reason to expect it to work with anything else. And her incantation… look at Ms. Smarty Pants coming up with her own script. Clever? Yes. Magical? ...ehhhh...

Another sigh.

But still, she couldn’t help but be disappointed. Her thoughts wandered back to her transmutation class two weeks prior. When the leather stirred to life before her, something else stirred to life within her.

She shook her head. Best she returned this book before someone found her out.

Mara slammed the forbidden tome shut, losing the page to “Permutations upon Arcane Armory” and “Arcane Armory: Dangers, Warnings and Cleansing” with a puff of dust. It was the dead of the night and she’d plenty of time to return. But the more rest she got, the better. Evocation magic always scared her a little bit, and tomorrow’s class promised to be tough. Last week ended with a lungful of the acrid smoke of singed linen.

“Czarodziej,”

Her cloak flew across the room to her with a whoosh, threatening to blow out the candles in her stone-walled dormitory. Mara reached for her eyes and plucked a single eyelash, coating it in a clear liquid from a bottle that hung off her belt.

“Periiturwany Odszedł!”

As quickly as her tongue flicked the last syllable out under her breath, the small, human girl vanished. Slowly, the door to her room opened – just wide enough for a small magic-user to squeeze through – before slowly creaking shut yet again.

The piece of black rubber continued to chill on the desk.

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The candles in the room had burned out before the door creaked open yet again, and as soon as it had shut, Mara rematerialized in the room, sans tome.

“Czarodziej!”

A snap of the fingers – the candles relit themselves. Mara hung her cloak up once more; manually this time, before turning her attention to the mess that laid upon her desk.

Parchment… Writing implements… Notebook… Scrap of rubber… Potion of magic restoration…

Mara set to work. The parchment was the first to go, followed by her notebook. Back into her day pack. She gathered up the writing implements and…

“Shit”

The potion bottle clattered as it toppled. Mara shot a glance across the desk at the cork – this is why her Alchemy professor insists all bottles must be corked at all times. She watched helplessly, arms full, as the thick green liquid spread itself across the desk, drenching the rubber scrap and a few unimportant notes to herself.

“…czarodziej.”

Her recital of the prestidigitation incantation was a little more lackluster this time, but it worked nonetheless… though perhaps a little slower. She siphoned the liquid off of her table and sucked the parchment dry before returning the liquid back into the bottle. With her hands she corked it, ensuring the seal was tight. Though… she could have sworn that the bottle was filled higher earlier.

No matter. Mara reached for the last item on the desk and wrapped her fingers around the scrap of rubber… and then the scrap of rubber wrapped itself around her fingers.

“W-wha-”

Her off-hand joined the fray instinctively, moving to pull the quickly liquefying latex off of her skin, but her actions only served to allow the growing substance to spread to her left hand as well. Mara held her hands up, wiggling her fingers against the black material as it continued to spread itself across her skin. Her eyes grew wide – the incantation had worked.

The thought sent her heart hammering, threatening to pound itself out of her ribcage. The incantation worked but…

Mara flexed her fingers. The growing material was sticky. It had spread about up to her elbows now, and continued to envelop her arms in a tight, silky embrace. It-

“Whoah!”

Her arms shot backward, pulled by the material as they flew toward the back of her room. She stumbled, but regained her footing easily – but as she did so she felt her elbows come into contact with each other. Pulling against it only proved to her how sticky the material was, as tendrils of thick black rubber stretched into long strands where the material came into contact with itself.

Mara tugged against her bonds, but as she brought her arms back around, the living latex tendrils wrapped around her back. Pulling tightly across her shoulder blades, above her tunic.

The familiar, acrid smell of singed linen filled the room and it wasn’t long until Mara saw her blouse fall helplessly to the ground.

“I-”

The sorceress was speechless – she’d wanted this, sure. But the situation had taken her completely by surprise. As her breathing grew heavier she wasn’t sure if she wanted to fight the rubbery mage armor that threatened to envelop her body, or help it along. Where the material coated her, she felt strong – impenetrable… sexy…

Her attention turned to the growing ache in her lower abdomen. As if with each pound of her heart, her insides throbbed with it. Had she wet herself? Or was it…

The rubber enveloped her shoulders and began to frame her breasts, cinching her waist and working its way down her topless body.

Fuck it, an arrogant smile began to form across her lips, I’ll manage a way out later.

She reached to step out of her leather knickers, but as her gloved hands came into contact with the material, it singed, melting away into a useless, charred and wrinkled mass. She brushed aside the annoyance and threw herself back onto the floor, legs in the air before her.

“Czarodziej!”

Her pants flew off of her body, and her underthings quickly followed. Mara reached for the rubber that began to envelop her neck, touching them with her hands and pulling out long tendrils which she brought to her eager nipples. She cupped her breasts and a soft sigh escaped her lips as the living latex coated her torso fully.

Holding the pressure against her body, she pushed the rubber downward, enveloping her waist and hips in the tingly, icky, sticky-yet-slippery substance. As it wrapped itself around her bum, she felt the material grow warmer, faster and more fluid – Mara could’ve sworn her own enthusiasm was bolstering the dastardly material as it worked its way around her.

“Hhha… oooohhh”

She pushed the material down her navel, meeting between her legs and allowing it to form into a tight leotard. She gasped as it gripped her tightly, and she couldn’t resist a little exploration with her own fingers. She pushed into herself with a shudder and let out a slightly-too-loud, drawn-out grunt, and squirmed in the bodysuit as the material coated her inside and out.

The suit continued to form down her thighs, moving quickly now that it was assisted by gravity. Mara regained her composure just enough to kick her boots off, before sitting on the floor with her legs splayed out in front of her.

She grit her teeth against the urge to cry out as the living latex engulfed her feet, forming into tight socks that wrapped each toe individually. Squirming in place, Mara managed a mewling whimper against the ceaseless undulations of the suit – it was exploring her body, feeling her out and orienting itself to her controls. It-

“Oh!”

She yelped as the suit sucked tightly between her legs, throbbing against her clit almost painfully. Her eyes shut and rolled back in their sockets, relishing the ever-present omnidirectional embrace of the rubbery suit that encased her body. As it continued to work its way up her neck, it slowly-but-surely evacuated the air that was trapped between itself and her.

The mottled surface of the latex that enveloped her began to smooth out as it tightened and thinned, forming a strong, yet flexible layer around her body. She clenched her lips around the material that had found its way inside her and grunted, riding the thick object within her.

“Unhh… w-wow… this-”

Her sentence was cut short as the material flooded her mouth, rubbery tendrils filling her and holding her lips shut at the same time.

“Mmmmmmfff!”

She moaned against her bonds as her hair singed off of her head, curly brown locks withering and falling to the ground. The material coated her nostrils, restricting her breathing to two tiny tubes left in the structure of the mask, before snapping shut above her scalp and leaving her blind to the outside world.

Mara spun. Her breath came in quick whistling gasps through the narrow tubes that snaked down her windpipe and into her lungs. The liquid rubber began to set around her, becoming less sticky and more slippery, like an oily layer that was vacuumed tightly against her body.

Splats of colored ink spiraled out of nothingness in the edges of her vision, and she felt a familiar warm rubbery liquid coat whatever manifestation of her consciousness she was left with. All she could think about was the rubber that coated her, and all her thoughts were as drenched in latex as she was herself. The material invaded her mind, sucking tightly against her sense of self both physically and mentally…

…and then there was a spark. A warmth radiating from within.

Child.

Mara strained against her bonds. The voice came from within her.

Child.

Firmer this time. The girl’s struggles began to slow. The voice was… sultry. Commanding… calming.

Do not be alarmed.

The sorceress’ breathing slowed. Her thoughts turned to the book – the book that she had returned – the book that could release her from-

It is too late for that now.

Was that… smugness in the voice? She-

Mara’s thoughts came to a halt as light flooded her consciousness once more. It poured into her thoughts, not through her eyes but…

I can… see.

She could see more than her eyes could ever see before. She was conscious of the room that surrounded her, but so too was she able to see into the rooms that surrounded hers. She could peer into the souls that slumbered beyond her walls. She could…

Mara’s heart raced.

The Binding comes with its own bounties, my child.

The girl brought herself to her feet, the mere twitch of each muscle reminding her of the darkness that fully encased her body…

…Mara inhaled slowly...

…the darkness that encased her sex.

Do not be distracted, child.

You didn’t exactly make that easy. Mara cursed herself. Don’t speak to extradimensional beings that exist in your mind. Magic-use 101.

You must go. Retrieve the book. You have much to learn.

Mara stood still. Her breath came in heavy gasps as she considered her options. She…

“MMphhh… MMmmmm…”

…melted, as the rubbery mage armor tightened its grasp on her body, thrusting deeper into her and suckling against her clit gently.

Go.

A surge of power coursed through her body, the tingling sensation crawling across her latex skin as it coalesced into a crackling eldritch energy in each hand. Mara shuddered at the strength of the foreign magic and stifled a small moan as it dissipated into the suit and permeated her body with a pleasurable tingle.

Gomaçuk is with you.

The suit pulsated around her body, never leaving her skin as her image shifted into that of her former self, clad in white tunic and leather pants. Mara flexed, marveling at the tightness of the suit hidden underneath the magical disguise. Her coat flew to her shoulder with a sliver of a thought, and the young warlock sauntered out of her room, slamming her door shut with a smirk.

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Elsie could barely stifle a small shudder in her voice as she finished reading the page. Her cheeks were flush and she was feeling warm all over.

“So yeah… that’s Mara’s uh… backstory.”

Kay chuckled.

“You know… this means that I’m going to need to have you wrapped in rubber every time we play D&D.”

Elsie bit her lower lip as she managed an awkwardly crooked smile.

“Eheh. I’m ah… I’m counting on it.”