Another instalment in Vikris' delightful set of hand tailored clothing!
Today's victim is : Nidonocu's Noxiticu

Artwork by the lovely Flinty_fox

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Walking over dusty, cracked and lopsided flagstones Nox peered around the ancient courtyard cautiously. Creepers and long green vines had crawled across the walls on three sides, slowly breaking the stone down over the years so they sagged precariously. The side he'd just clambered in from didn't have a wall any longer, a massive tree had grown up just outside the wall and toppled it.

Scrabbling over the stone blocks that had previously been the outer wall Nox jumped down onto the lichen covered flooring and tugged his khaki coloured shorts straight. It had been a long trek to reach this tumbled down ruin and he still wasn't entirely sure why he'd been summoned. Looking around the ruined courtyard the platypus consulted the note he'd been given then stuffed it back inside his satchel and headed for the slanted archway on the right.

Dressed in shorts, a cotton vest and bandana wrapped about his head to ward off the sun Nox still felt overheated. The jungle's humidity was oppressive so he was glad to hurry down the stairs that lead from the tumbled down courtyard into the blissfully cool depths below. The stairs turned a tight spiral then emerged into a tumbled down chamber that had collapsed at one end; leaving a spray of rich loam and carved blocks scattered across the blockage. The source of the blissful cool air was the large pool filling the centre of the chamber. Illuminated by several torches on little tripods the surface of the pool shimmered with an ethereal radiance.

Vikris was waiting for the platypus, the red and maroon kobold was sat cross legged on a cushion writing in a journal spread out on his lap. As usual the tiny reptile wasn't wearing much, a leather loincloth, his usual ragged robe tossed carelessly over a nearby rock. Nox envied Vik’s ability to just casually amble around with barely anything on, especially in this heat.

Looking up from his notes the kobold grinned and hurried over, “You’re here perfect, I’ve been waiting hours what took so long?”

“It’s a long way,” Nox protested, “Now why did you drag me all the way out here?”

The kobold grinned and tugged Nox across to the pool, “The item I am searching for is down there,” he pointed at the pool, “Other side of a long flooded section, you ok with helping me get to it?”

Nox peered into the clear waters, going cross eyed as he tried to see beyond the point where perspective and the bending of light in the depths, “Sure I can help with that,” twitching his long, thin paddle tail the platypus grinned, “I can swim down there urrrgghhrrrrrrrrrfffff…”

Nox staggered as his body went numb, the only thing he could feel was Vikris’ paw resting on his back, the fingers drumming a tattoo on his spine as he sank down onto both knees. For a moment everything was still, he could feel a strange, bubbling, boiling sensation oozing through his guts, pressure building as he felt his stomach distend. It was uncomfortable but there was nothing he could do, there was no relief until suddenly the gas escaped. Beak forced wide Nox burped loudly, a long, slow, wet belch that was also accompanied by a hideously long yet blissfully needed fart. It went on and on for ages, there seemed to be no end to the rolling, wet belches or the escaping gas until with one last toot Nox collapsed into a heap on the floor.

Whatever Vikris had done to him it had reduced his body to nothing but a pile of thick, waterproof brown fur. He could feel folds and ripples as his body shifted under Vikris’ touch, his feet were pulled off and his vision got hazy and strange as the kobold did something to his head and beak.

The most shocking moment however was when Vik tugged the back of his body open, unzipping it and then slid his foot inside! Nox wanted to scream, to cry out, to find out what the damn lizard was doing to him but all he could do was hang there, limp and trapped and motionless as Vikris’ scaled leg slipped through his smooth, stretchy interior. His body clung to the kobolds legs, slid up around his chest and then expanded to welcome his arms into the long sleeves. For a moment Nox could feel his fingers again, wriggling and being tugged but then they were not his to control. Vikris filled his body, whatever magic he had used had reduced his size so he was now a perfect fit for the kobold’s smaller body.

Next were the flippers, his smooth grey webbed fit had been reduced to nothing more than a pair of flippers! He could feel Vikris pulling them on, tugging them over his feet and then at last the final indignity! His head was gone, the suit ended snug around Vikris throat and his broad flat tail now twitched and shifted at Virkis’ command. He could see that when Vik picked up what his beak had become, his head was gone but his beak remained, now attached to a pair of goggles that the kobold fitted over his eyes, the beak sliding atop his muzzle and offering a way for him to breath. It felt weird, Nox knew he shouldn’t have been able to feel or hear or see but somehow he had been bound into the snug, natural fur coated wetsuit Vikris had created out of his body!

It was embarrassing but Nox could do nothing except cling to the kobold’s scaled body and watch as he dived into the water and set off swimming deep into the pool of water wearing him, using him as nothing more than a wet suit.