Max looked around the large walk-in wardrobe with wide eyes, though the name wardrobe didn't do it justice. It was more of a dressing room or armoury and Vikris’ collection was quite impressive. Setting down the case of potions he'd been carrying the blue and silver scaled kobold plucked a bit self consciously at the laces of his shirt.

“This is quite the collection Vik, did you make them all?”

The red scaled chief of the Shadowflame clan was stripping off his dinosaur scaled Egyptian themed clothes and hanging them on an empty mannequin. He shot Max a wide grin however as he undressed, “It’s a tradition of mine, every article of clothing in here was at sometime or other a beast or person.”

Shaking his head the blue alchemist let out a soft whistle, “That’s a little bit… evil Vik.”

“I never claimed to he good,” the red kobold laughed, now entirely nude and surrounded by his creations, “I’m not a monster though, I rarely keep their spirits trapped… for long and they all serve a purpose.”

He walked over to Max and clapped him on the shoulder, “Half the time I restore them to normal as if nothing had happened.”

“But keep a copy for yourself?” he pointed at a set of lemon yellow barbarian furs; loincloth, wolf headed pelt for a cloak, bracers and leg wrappings, “That looks like that wolf friend of yours, what's his name Kaed?”

“Sure, it's great fun… you'll see.”

“What do you mean I'll see,” Max turned then tripped as his leather trousers slid down his legs and tangled around his ankles. He yipped and caught himself with his hands as he went over, baggy, suddenly way too big shirt catching around his hands.

He was shrinking rapidly, kobold body caught by Vikris’ hand and pulled out of the baggy pile of suddenly huge fabric that had until moments ago been his clothing. Max squirmed in Vik's grip and gasped.

Wriggling helplessly there was nothing he could do as the red kobold brought his tiny body up against the claws of his right foot. Max yipped, mind exploding with a sensually delightful yet unnerving feeling of being stretched and filled. The red kobold was pulling him over his foot like a sock, the shock caused him to open his mouth and for a moment he felt Vikris’ big toe emerging from between his lips.

“Close your mouth,” the red kobold ordered, “It’s cold.”

Max closed his mouth and felt his lips sealed shut and Vik’s toes wiggling around inside him. He could feel his body continuing to shrink, to stretch, to grow lighter and lighter as the grinning red kobold continued to pull on the fabric of Max’s body, pulling it up and over one of his clawed feet. Max felt his body stretching in ways it should not have, nothing but scale coated fabric now, his features that made him identifiable softening, smoothing out making him look like nothing more than a fancy blue and silver pattern. He was nothing but a sock, he could see himself in the mirror, pulled up to Vikris’ knee now… he was just a sock, a smooth, cotton looking sock with a beautiful pattern, the kobold’s toes moving and wriggling inside of him.

“Hmm only one sock,” Vikris murmured to himself, looking down at the fabric that had until a few moments before been his friend, “Well i guess i better go make someone else a sock or my other foot will be cold.”

Laughing Vikris headed for the door, squishing his weight down atop his sock, wiggling his toes and making sure to keep Max nice and stimulated for the walk out around the warren.

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Art and Max by Nyhgault