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Friedrich sighed inwardly as he walked quietly down the darkened corridor. He’d not intended to stay so late at the gym, but he’d made the foolish mistake of dropping his energy drink all across the floor as he was about to head into the changing rooms to change out of his badminton clothes; and he’d felt so guilty about the poor cleaner trying to mop it up that he’d volunteered to help for a few minutes. Now the other players had gone, and the gym was being locked up for the night; he’d not even had time to change, in fact he’d barely had time to grab his gym bag before the night security guy locked the door to the badminton court, and asked him to move along.

Damn. Not the best evening.

Something caught his eye as he strode the last few dozen paces toward the exit; he wasn’t quite sure what made him look around, but what he saw made him stop in his tracks, turn, and pause in sudden confusion.

It was a sign that said, “Free Cola!”

A small stall was set up in a side corridor – outside the doorway leading into the main gynmasium’s changing room, and opposite the toilets and showers. There was a lot of advertising blurb he didn’t bother reading – his attention was more taken by the low, cloth-covered table covered in half-full plastic cups.

He’d not normally be that interested; but it was a warm day outside the air-conditioned hallway, and he was feeling pretty thirsty after losing his drink earlier; the bottle he’d picked up from the floor had barely a mouthful left in it. He could probably wait until he got home, sure… but why not have a little something now?

He glanced around to see if anyone was around; then walked over. The drinks were clearly separated into two sets, one labelled ‘A’ and one labelled ‘B’; presumably one was the ‘new’ and one was the ‘other leading brand’.

Friedrich took a cup from the ‘A’ pile and sipped it cautiously, half-expecting someone to walk over and ask him what he was doing, at any moment. Hmm, the taste was familiar; the same as the drink he’d spilled earlier. Yeah, that was the ‘other leading brand’ identified, he chuckled to himself, finishing the cup.

He put it down and eyed the ‘B’ set. Well, he was curious; that was the point of the sign, after all. He grabbed one, and took a careful, pensive taste. Identical? No… not quite. It was hard to tell. He nodded approvingly; the facsimile was pretty good, nearly the real thing, but he was pretty sure he knew which was which.

He idly read over the rest of the sign. There was an opportunity to win a new mountain bike for anyone who took the ‘taste test’ and filled out the little questionnaire. Maximum one cup of each per person, to ‘play fair’ in the competition, the sign said? More like, to make sure as many people as possible gave their address to a junk-mailing company, he thought.

He glanced at the two empty cups in front of him. Whatever company organised this must have plenty spare… and the measure they’d poured in each cup was pretty stingy, barely a mouthful. He eyed his empty drinks bottle in the top of his gym bag. He really shouldn’t… but surely they’d not miss a couple of cups, nobody was watching…

He unscrewed the bottle cap, and carefully poured a cup of ‘A’ in. A little spilled, but he managed to get most of it in there – what little there was. He picked up another cup, then another, and another… there, his bottle was about a third full. Not bad, this should help refresh him on the way home.

He picked up the six cups he’d just emptied, feeling slightly sheepish suddenly that he’d taken so many; and was about to turn around when he remembered there were two sets of cups. He cursed under his breath; dammit! They’d notice right away if there were half a dozen cups missing from one side of the table, it was obvious!

He sighed. Nothing for it. He grabbed some cups from the ‘B’ set, and re-arranged the two sets of cups until they looked about equal; and then, quickly, he emptied the spare cups into his bottle as well, until it was over half full. At least the two drinks tasted about the same, mixing them shouldn’t be a problem.

He heard a noise from somewhere nearby; was that water running..? He had a sudden panic that maybe, the stall’s attendant had just popped to do some ‘business’ in the nearby toilets, and was about to walk back out and catch him at it, would notice right away there was a load of cups missing – and only one possible culprit!

He stepped back from the stall, intending to turn and make a hasty retreat, when the toilet door gave a loud ‘click’ as it unlocked, and swung open. He spun around.

“Ah! Oh, er, I was just…” he began – before realising he was addressing empty space. He glanced downward; a child, maybe..?

His jaw dropped as he realised that, emerging timidly from the gents’ toilets, was not a man, nor a boy – not any kind of human at all – but was instead some sort of reptile, just about three feet tall, with greenish scales and a bright, slightly obnoxious cyan-blue shirt.

There was a startled moment when both man and lizard seemed utterly petrified at seeing one another; but then, in a flurry of movement, Friedrich stumbled back and nearly tripped over the drinks stall, while the lizardman jumped back and let the door swing shut, giving a faint, surprised little yelp.

Friedrich stood for a long moment. What the hell was that?! Surely… his eyes must be playing tricks on him, there was no such thing as… whatever that was!

But he was sure he HAD just seen it. And he could hear faint scraping sounds, faint movement, from the other side of the door.

“H…hello?” he said, feeling pretty unsure of himself, and half-expecting to wake up at any moment. “Hello? I’m… I’m not going to hurt you… who are you? What… what are you?” he asked, quietly.

A faint, slightly high-pitched, slightly nervous voice sounded from the other side of the door. “… hi?” it said, sounding very unsure; nervous, but definitely no child, despite the high pitch. “Are… er… who’s there?”

“My name’s Friedrich… who are you?” Friedrich said, kneeling down, feeling a little more confident all of a sudden. The voice sounded practically terrified; whatever this little creature was, it clearly wasn’t some dangerous animal. Heck, it was clothed – albeit in rather poor taste.

“S…sovandar…” the voice replied. “Er… you saw me..? And you’re not… running away, or… going to tell anyone?”

Friedrich shrugged. “Well… no. I guess not, if you’d rather I didn’t… I wouldn’t do that, not without knowing anything about you.” he began. “Er… what are you? I’ve not seen anything like… you, before.”

The lock clicked softly, and the door opened very slightly, revealing a nervous, slitted reptilian eye. “Promise you won’t hurt me?” the lizard said.

“Promise”, Friedrich said.

The door opened further, and the little lizard stepped out, seeming extremely skittish and shocked. It wasn’t a cyan shirt, Friedrich realised; it was a robe of some kind, almost like a dressing-gown except made of coarse, dyed cloth instead of softer, fluffy wool. The lizardman was barefoot, and seemed to have some sort of leather shin-pads on under the robe, though it was hard to tell.

It took a small pair of pince-nez from a breast pocket, perched them on its muzzle, and peered at him.

“Kobold”, it said. “I’m a kobold.”

“A… what?” Friedrich said, the name ringing a vague bell in his head somewhere. “Oh… aren’t they something in German fairy tales? Er… you?” he corrected, thinking.

The kobold smiled, faintly. “Er… might be. I’m not, obviously… I’m…” he paused, thinking. “I’m a visitor… kind of by accident… to this world. I, er, I’m a wizard… that’s someone who casts magic spells… and there were some bad people, human people, who hated kobolds and wizards, chasing me. I cast a spell to try and get away, and I… ended up here…” he said, seeming slightly mournful. “I… I just want a way home… or some of my own kind… or something”, he said, dejectedly.

Friedrich grimaced. “Ouch. That sounds bad”, he said, carefully; his heart warmed to the little creature. He didn’t mean any harm; and really, how could anybody hate someone that much, just for their race or profession? No, not race… SPECIES, he reminded himself.

He cleared his throat. “Look… er… if you need any help, I can… well, help. I know the way around, I can buy food, or decent clothes, or stuff…” he trailed off, thinking. In the dimly-lit corridor, the kobold’s green scales faded almost into invisibility; the disconcertingly coloured robe was almost all he could see.

Sovandar put his hands on his hips, looking a little exasperated, “Decent clothes? What’s wrong with what I have already?”

“Er, um…” Friedrich stammered. “I, er, nothing, as such, it’s just… kind of bright and… stands out a lot… er… sorry…”

Sovandar snorted. “Hmph. No taste, humans; this is top kobold style, the latest in fashion! You won’t find this sort of quality anywhere else around here!”

“Er, yeah, I sure hope it’s unique…” Friedrich began, continuing before the kobold could argue the point further. “Look, why ARE you in here? You’re trying to hide, right? This doesn’t seem a very good place, it’s full of people all day, and guarded at night…”

Sovandar shrugged. “Hey, it’s a great place. Running water, lockable doors, nobody spots a few missing items when it’s busy… and, er… you caught me a bit by surprise, I thought everyone had gone. I usually make myself invisible to move around…”

“Invisible?!” Friedrich said, a little louder than he planned. If he could persuade this little lizard to show him how to become invisible, using magic or something… wow, the sheer possibilities, it’d be so cool!

“Yeah…” Sovandar said, suddenly seeming sheepish again. “It’s really useful for… er… getting hold of things I need…”

“Oh… you came to get a drink?” Friedrich asked, chuckling, and taking a large gulp of his own drink – the poor stallholder was losing half his stock to a thirsty little lizard, and Friedrich’d taken the other half, more or less by mistake; that was kind of funny. “Well, I’ve got plenty spare if you want some…” he said, offering the bottle.

Sovandar cocked his head. “No, thanks… I’ve already got some of my own…”

Friedrich shrugged and gulped down the last mouthful. “Okay.”

Sovandar started saying something in response, but Friedrich was distracted by a really strange, crawling sensation from the base of his spine. That was weird… maybe he’d been kneeling too long, strained his back or something…?

He put the empty bottle down on the table, to free a hand to reached behind himself to scratch, and felt a strange lump at the base of his spine, just above his gym shorts. He froze; what the hell was…?!

It moved. The lump moved.

He yelled in sudden terror, leaping to his feet and spinning around. There was a mouse on him, or a rat crawling up his back, or some huge insect, something was on his back!

“Oh, fuck! Get it off me, get it off!” he shouted, making the poor kobold jump with equal fright at the outburst.

“Whoa, whoa!” Sovandar said, as Friedrich seized whatever creature was on his back… and gasped in pain. Squeezing the thing… hurt? And… he could *feel* a hand wrapped around… something…

This was a part of him, he realised! He’d… he’d… grown a…

“It’s a tail”, Sovandar said, peering at it, surprisingly calm. “I’m pretty sure humans don’t have tails, right?”

Friedrich was stunned. “We… we don’t!” he said. “This… how did this happen?!”

Sovandar rolled his eyes a little. “I think I can guess… you decided to help yourself to a cup, right?” He shook his head. “Well, I guess there’s some kind of moral here somewhere; someone left all that free cola lying around, so I was using those cups to dilute some magical health and wellbeing potions – for kobold anatomy, you understand. Not tested or ready for consumption yet. Neither of them are… er, A, and B, they’re different potions.”

Friedrich’s jaw dropped. “But… what the hell are they? What do they do?!”

“Like I said, they’re supposed to be a health tonic – make people happier, healthier, get some monetary income going for me, so I can get enough resources together to get back home again… but this is still the first test! I started with a few drops of concentrated tonic, filled it with sports drink to cover the taste, then I split that cup between all those other cups on the table, and now I need to repeat that ten more times to get a safe dose in each cup.”

Friedrich’s stomach churned uncomfortably. “In… each cup?! Ten times more than… fuck!”

“I wouldn’t worry too much”, Sovandar shrugged. “Even ten times more than normal, it should just be a few temporary effects – er, like having a tail for a day or two, and probably having an awful lot of energy to spare. Basically, they’re *supposed* to just make people feel happier and well-disposed to other people, and physically healthier too… a little something I cooked up, people spend more money when they’re feeling great, and come back for more if it seems to work and make them, er, healthy. So, the good news is, you should be feeling pretty happy once it all kicks in, but a cup’s just about okay, even at this dose.”

“Fuck it, I had six cups!” Friedrich said, aghast.

“Six?! Holy… are you insane?!” Sovandar said, eyes wide. “Well, it might still be okay… what was it, three of each, or..?”

“No, six! Six of each!” Friedrich said, almost sobbing.

Sovandar exhaled slowly, pondering the situation. “Twelve cups full… that’s, let’s see, ten steps at a factor of nine each, and… erm… yeah, okay. That’s quite a lot more than you should have had. Hmm. Hopefully it’s not enough that you’ll turn entirely into a kobold, mind and body…”

“What?! No! Please, you’ve got to help me…” Friedrich begged.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to need an antidote…” Sovandar shrugged. “And frankly, I wasn’t expecting it to… well, have quite this effect. It’s a formula I know works on kobolds, but I thought I’d tweaked it to work properly on normal humans without side effects… I might need to test this again… hopefully this is all reversible…”

“Hey!” Friedrich said, his tail-stub wriggling and writhing quite uncomfortably with agitation; he pulled his underpants up higher to cover the offending new limb, and hopefully stop it waving around too much. “Don’t just… talk all the time! Do something, help!”

“Okay, okay!” Sovandar said, holding his hands up placatingly. “I’ll go and grab a few supplies, and we’ll try a few ideas out, and see what hel…”

“Hey, who’s there?” came a voice shouted from along the hallway, and the sound of running footsteps. Sovandar and Friedrich’s eyes widened – the security guard!

“I’ll be right back – you, hide!” Sovandar said. With an unintelligible word and a quick gesture, the kobold’s outline flashed a faint, electric blue, there was a slight hum for a moment – and the kobold was simply gone, vanished into thin air.

“Hey! Don’t just… gah!” Friedrich said, looking around for somewhere to hide. The toilet? No, damn, the guard would hear the door shutting and know exactly where he was! The footsteps were getting closer. Damn, damn, there wasn’t anywhere else…

His eye lighted on the table with the drinks stand. It was covered in a long white tablecloth – enough that it wasn’t possible to see what was underneath!

He scrambled onto hands and knees, and dived under the table, pulling the cloth back into place and holding his breath, just in time as a torchlight flicked on and shone down the corridor.

He was uncomfortably aware that squatting down under the table like this had forced his stubby tail uncomfortably into his asscrack, and it was writhing all over the place again, and… and…

He resisted the urge to gasp again as the slightly-longer tail’s tip got caught in his puckered anus for a brief moment before it slipped inside.

Yuck! He wanted to pull it out again, but the guard’s footsteps were approaching the table; he held his breath tighter, not daring to move and risk any sound, any motion of the tablecloth! He gritted his teeth, he’d just have to bear it.

Thankfully it didn’t hurt… it kind of tickled. It felt really weird… The tail pressed forward again, and he wished he could control it. How, why, was it doing this?! He squeezed his legs together and clenched his buttocks, hoping to stop the intruding limb that he hadn’t exactly mastered; but his mental efforts didn’t seem to be helping.

It felt like nearly an inch of tail was inside him… but he could feel it slowly slipping in further, he could *feel* it grow, millimetre by millimetre…

The tip wriggled, and he resisted the urge to gasp, or grunt, or make any kind of noise, his eyes widening. The motion felt bizarre… fuck, this was getting ridiculous! He wriggled his toes uncomfortably, feeling the strain in his knees from the awkward squatting position.

He heard the guard tut-tutting, and for a horrible moment he thought he’d been discovered… but then he heard footsteps starting to walk slowly away, a tuneless whistling, and the torchlight started to fade. He breathed a faint sigh of relief… and grimaced, as his anus stretched uncomfortably around the intruding tail, but the sensation was balanced by a subtle but strangely pleasant feeling deeper inside…

That broke him from his fear-induced trance; the threat of discovery was receding, now he needed to… well, wait for help? Preferably without a tail stuck where the sun doesn’t shine!

He reached into his underpants and pulled the tail free with a sigh of relief, making sure it was outside his gym shorts this time. Then, Friedrich slid out from under the table, his tail wriggling with agitation; should he run, phone for help, or something?

He shuddered at the thought; he couldn’t just head home like this, he’d be in a freak show for the rest of his life, or something! No… the kobold was right, this was largely his own fault for stealing some free soft drinks. Not a ‘just’ punishment, obviously, but it was an accident, nobody’s fault…

He looked around nervously; he couldn’t stay out here like this in the open, the guard might be back at any moment! He looked up at the other doors in this corridor. Maybe he could keep out of the way in this shower room, if it wasn’t locked?

He cautiously stood, stumbling slightly – damn, his shoes felt too big! – and tested the door. It swung easily, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped inside, pressing one of the lightswitches by the door. A light lit up in an alcove lined with sinks and mirrors, away from the main shower area, but enough light to dimly illuminate the rest of the room. The tiled space was pretty bare – having only a long row of showers, towel pegs, and the sinks in the alcove to one side – but it was at least out of sight from the corridor. He checked the inside of the door; darn, no lock, so there wasn’t much security. Still, better than nothing… and keeping Sovandar out might be self-defeating anyway, or he might… what was it, turn into a kobold? Mind and body?

Damn scary thought.

He sighed, pacing into the brightly lit alcove with the sinks and mirrors… and jumped as he looked down at his hands. His fingers seemed just a little too long to be normal; his knuckles and joints seemed a little too knobbly; his fingernails were sunken into his flesh, and looked narrower, pointed, sharper, darker; his skin looked unusually brown, almost a leathery tan colour, and felt rough to the touch… almost scaly…

He’d seen hands a bit like that before; Sovandar’s. Kobold hands. He stared intently at the elongated digits, and for a moment, he could *swear* he could see the fingernails pushing back further into the fingertips… becoming slowly more like claws…

He balled his hands into fists, his breathing deepening. He should try and keep calm; relax… wait for help. Yeah.

His tail thrashed behind him, still rather out of control… and he tried unclenching his fists, only to find that they unclenched slowly, almost reluctantly; almost doing their own thing, rather like the tail. Damn it, Sovandar hadn’t mentioned anything about this… was it the muscles changing, or something, making the movements go haywire?

He gave a kick with irritation, trying to pry his uncomfortable shoes off; they were loose enough that they slid free easily, and to his surprised horror the first shoe flew across the room, hitting one of the washroom mirrors with a loud crash, cracking it – and he leapt forward as one of the screws popped free of the wall in a puff of plaster, and the whole mirror started to slide off!

He caught it, just about; it was balanced pretty badly on one corner of the sink, with one screw still firmly attached, but it obviously wouldn’t hold. He gave it a slight tug, and the last screw popped free as well; he staggered slightly, and set the cracked mirror down against the wall, sighing as he eyed the bare spot where it had stood. Tresspassing, theft, and now vandalism? He was only trying to go home after a badminton match!

He kicked the other shoe off more gently, but the elasticated socks stayed stubbornly clinging to his feet. He tried treading on the tip of one sock with his other foot, pinning it down while he pulled it free; it worked, and he breathed with relief as his bare feet met the cool tiles; it felt more natural somehow.

His feet were altered, too… they were longer then he remembered them, and narrower, the toes longer and splayed oddly; they were tipped with dark coloured toenail-claws, much like the ones on his fingers; and like his fingers, he was sure he could see the nails thickening, narrowing, even as he watched… a faintly scaly pattern was starting to rise out of the dark, tan-coloured skin between his toes, and his big toe seemed to be shrinking slowly…

He looked away, feeling a peculiarly conflicted sensation about watching his body… change. It terrified and angered him… but there was a strange, nervous, almost excited sensation like butterflies in his stomach...

His gym shorts were nearly falling down, his hips seemed narrower than they should be, just enough that he felt at risk of… well, exposure. His tail seemed longer, too, maybe six inches by now… well, a solution to the shorts-problem seemed pretty obvious, he thought, as he hiked the waistband to cover his tail again, making sure this time to keep it outside his underpants – it wasn’t going to catch him like that again!

His relative confidence evaporated as the tail, seemingly a tad more coordinated now, coiled itself around of its own accord… and he gave a small yelp as it slid its tip under the loose waistband of his underpants as well. He pawed at his backside, trying to pull the tail free again; but his hands stayed stubbornly clenched into fists, and refused to cooperate, he couldn’t grasp the tail in time, couldn’t… no, wait, just sit down, he thought, I’ll trap it underneath me!

He knelt, bruising his knees slightly, and gave another yelp as the tail found its mark and slipped quickly into his backside again, moments before he sat heavily on the tiled floor. He grimaced with pain; not at the intrusion so much as the discomfort of sitting his entire body weight on the slim, delicate organ, no matter what it was trying to do to him!

The tail wriggled and writhed, a little more still managing to uncoil and slip deeper; he balanced, legs outstretched, keeping his torso upright with hands that were, at least for now, a little less rebellious. This was seriously uncomfortable, though… he hoped Sovandar was going to hurry back.

His legs seemed to be discoloured, and coming out in patches of scales all the way up to the knee now; though above the knee, they seemed entirely human. His feet looked even stranger than before, though… his toes looked almost comically long, all except for his shrunken big toe – barely worthy of the name, it was shifting quickly toward being little more than a vestigial toe, like a dew-claw on a dog. His claws seemed to be settling in properly, as well; they looked less like some horrible surgical accident, and more like a natural part of his body…

Of a *kobold’s* body, he corrected, not *his* body. He lifted a hand to his face; the fingers, too, were long, thin, and spindly; and their claws seemed to fit them better, meshed well with the scales that came up nearly to his elbows and looked kind of pretty… er…

He lowered his hand to the floor again, feeling kind of weirded out at the strange thought; shouldn’t he be, well, scared, rather than getting that strange butterflies-excited feeling again?

His arms were getting tired; he should be leaning against a wall, or something, to support his weight, he thought; he could sit like that for a long time compared to balancing like this. Maybe he should try and scoot over? The wall was only a few feet away, after all… and, now he came to think, his hands and tail were pretty still by now; maybe the weird spasms had stopped? If so, it’d be pretty welcome to pull the tail out of his underwear and stop crushing it like this!

He shifted a little, sliding an inch or two across the floor, and grimaced; god, it was agony, twisting his tail around like that, it felt like it might break at any moment!

He trembled. Fuck, was that possible? He supposed it must be, tails were flesh and bone, they must be as breakable as any other limb! His tail and buttocks ached with the pressure on the hard, cold floor, and he shifted his weight uncomfortably…

His backside had acclimatised enough to the intrusion that he’d momentarily forgotten it in the pain of the moment, and gave a strangely high-pitched yelping sound as his momentarily freed tail slipped inside him further, a good inch of tail entering him suddenly as he leapt to his feet with the shock.

He was about to throw himself back to the floor before common sense intervened – he could literally break a dozen bones doing that! – and, in the momentary pause, he realised it wasn’t as bad as he’d feared; his tail wasn’t doing more, just… kind of resting where it was. An occasional, very slight movement, not exactly unpleasant… well, it beat crushing it and straining his back sitting on the floor, he supposed, clenching his ass hard, squeezing his tail to help ensure its immobility.

He glanced over at the nearest mirror, and gave a start of surprise; he looked pretty awful, with the back of his shorts tented by the tail’s clearly lewd positioning – but his main shock was that his own reflection was unfamiliar to him! He was still recognisable – but clearly different. His scraggly brown hair seemed short, and unusually thin, showing some scalp as if he were going bald; his nose seemed swollen and bent awkwardly; his eyes were sunken and… and the wrong colour…?

He stepped closer, looking at the mirror; yeah, his blue eyes seemed closer to green, now, with flecks of yellow in the iris; the whites of his eyes seemed smaller, the iris larger, and the pupils… slightly slitted. His eyes looked oddly sunken because the skin around them was dark, tan-colour… and rough, flaky, almost scaly… with tiny new scales appearing even as he watched…

He felt that strangely excited feeling in his belly again, stronger this time. Actually… maybe it wasn’t so bad…

His hair seemed to be visibly receding, pulling quickly back into his scalp… and there were odd bumps and lumps in a regular pattern down his skull, starting just above his hairline…

He leaned back from the mirror a moment and glanced down, seeing his legs were scaly halfway up his thighs… he’d risen, at some point, to the balls of his feet, his splayed toes wide enough to balance on; evidently the new, increasingly digitigrade configuration of his legs was counteracting the height he would surely be losing as his body adopted a proper kobold form…

That odd, confusingly excited feeling was back after only a momentary distraction… and he felt his cock give a slight twinge as his tail flexed harder than before, just once, setting off some strangely sensitive nerve bundle deep in his gut; not unpleasant, but too intense and rough to be pleasant, too. He tried experimentally trying to hook the tail back out of his underpants again, but his warped kobold-hands still stubbornly refused to grip anything properly. Apparently the kobold he was becoming, enjoyed having… erm… a tail up the… er, yeah.

He tried to distract himself from what his tail was doing, or trying to do, and looked back at his reflection; hair reduced to stubble, and his nose seemed to be tilting up a little, his lips feeling oddly rigid, and he ran a tongue over unusually sharp teeth, more teeth than he remembered he had… how was that possible..?

He turned his head to one side, and realised; his face was extended, visibly, the faint beginnings of a muzzle forming, not obvious yet, but it soon would be…

His stomach churned at the thought; he felt kind of scared, but his body was reacting as if he were excited… he felt a cold sweat breaking out over his brow. His slowly-growing tail tried to press into his ass a little more, just a little, but his tightly clenched buttocks prevented it… instead the short limb flexed again, tickling and disgusting him at once… yet he felt his cock stirring, starting to fill with blood… and he knew it was not due to the strange attempts at stimulation from his tail, it was more the thought of… of growing a snout, like a kobold’s. He whimpered in confusion.

He could only watch as scales continued spreading up his arms, well above the elbows by now, advancing towards his shoulders; and the scales also spread outward from his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, and upwards, covering the bony ridges growing from his scalp. His nose turned up even more, and… started forming a snout, a proper snout, to go with his steadily extending muzzle; he tried to focus despite his tail’s efforts to distract him.

He was breathing heavily, and trying to deny the weird, alien excitement at that thought… he lifted his shirt, and felt a faint pang of disappointment at the human belly beneath. Before he really knew what he was doing, he’d pulled the whole shirt over his head, and dropped it to the floor, watching scales spread in patched up his shoulders and down his neck… and wondered why he was enjoying watching himself change…

Disturbed by that thought, he half-turned from the mirror to look down and see what was happening to his feet and legs - and saw that his sight was obstructed, only realising then that the oddly excited twinges he felt in his cock each time he thought about how much he’d changed, how much was still to change, were having more effect than he realised!

He glanced back up at the mirror, now sideways on, feeling oddly conflicted that the lewd tent at the back of his gym shorts was matched by an equally lewd tent at the front. It was wrong, kind of sick… kind of gay, too, with his tail doing that! Yet… yet…

He regarded his half-formed muzzle in the mirror, his increasingly yellowed eyes and scaly chest, and… and in some way… found himself handsome… too big, too bulky to be attractive like a kobold, but…

He intended to just scratch an itch, adjust his cock’s position – which was a little uncomfortable, after all – but instead, found his half-kobold hand grasping hold of it through the fabric, squeezing gently!

His tail wriggled harder; he gasped at the stronger stimulation, a part of him still wanting to pull it free and stop it – but a larger part simply turned back to the mirror, leaned heavily on the sink, and relaxed his tailhole, just a little… and gave a pleased sigh that sounded very like a hiss as the tail slid inside him a little deeper, rewarding his cooperation... he didn’t much enjoy the sensation, but, kobold-Friedrich did, or would… and that thought kind of… turned him on.

He cast his eyes downward, trying to avoid staring at the disturbingly involuntary grin on his muzzle… which was a mistake, as his eye caught on the scaly hand grasping his tented shorts, and he shivered, suddenly feeling a strange urge to take matters a step further… ‘actively’ enjoy this the way his body wanted him to, the way kobold-Friedrich would want him to…

Hurry, Sovandar, he thought. If the kobold didn’t get back soon, he was going to be too late; Friedrich would have changed entirely, and the kobold he was turning into seemed to be some kind of shameless, horny hedonist!

Hoooohhh fuck. The tented apex of his gym shorts started to become damp as the mental image flashed through his head; Sovandar returning too late, to find nothing but a kobold, wearing a huge pair of human-sized gym shorts and boxers, tail stuffed up his ass, jerking off into the forgotten, human garments, not a care in the world…

He was only barely aware that his hand had started moving, stroking his throbbing maleness languidly, but with increasing fervour as he looked into his own yellow, slitted eyes and grinning proto-muzzle, as if wanting the kobold he was becoming to see him pleasure himself…

The thought, the feelings, of changing, of knowing and seeing and *sensing* his human body fading into a kobold’s entirely… why, how, could it be such a turn-on, seeing his humanity helplessly vanishing, going from a horrified human disgusted by an overly active tail, to no more than a horny kobold trying to tailfuck himself and loving it…

“Enjoying it?” asked Sovandar, giving Friedrich’s clothbound tail a tug, causing the half-human to stumble back, away from the sink – and causing that infuriating tail to vacate his tailhole at last. That much, was to his relief; but Sovandar finding him like this was… mortifyingly embarrassing!

“Ah. Evidently, yes…” Sovandar said, eyeing the tented front of Friedrich’s shorts!

Friedrich didn’t answer; he flushed red with embarrassment, and wanted to hide, to try and preserve his modesty, the way he knew he should… but his stubborn kobold hand stayed fastened around his fabric-covered cock, his previous activity blatantly obvious!

Sovandar tugged at his arm, pulling him insistently down to the floor; Friedrich dazedly complied, wondering whether it mightn’t be better to just let this happen, and fix it later, when he could think straight.

“Heh, I don’t really sleep with humans,” Sovandar said, slyly grinning.

Friedrich was taken aback by the abrupt comment. “B..but… I don’t want to sleep with you…” he said, perplexed.

Sovandar chuckled, unfastening his robe. “Really? The way you went on about my attire, I think you’d prefer if I wasn’t wearing it…” he said, pulling the heavy garment from his shoulders and tossing it aside, leaving him standing half-naked in only a pair of dark grey-brown leggings. “And with the best will in the world, yes, you do want to. I’m one hot stud, yeah?” He said, grinning nonchalantly and ignoring Friedrich’s horrified shake of the head. “And you drank so many of those potions I guess the ‘mild’ aphrodisiac effect isn’t so mild for you…”

Friedrich shook his head harder to contradict the wizard’s assertions as Sovandar undid his belt, letting the leggings fall to his knees. Friedrich looked away in shock. “No… seriously… I don’t do… men!”

Sovandar raised one eyeridge, stripping his leggings free and leaving himself entirely naked. “Oh? Prefer to let men do you, then? Fine by me, I enjoy handsome kobolds being takers…”

“Guh! No… I-I meant…” Friedrich began, stammering distractedly… He felt his cock straining in his loose underpants, and gasped. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t him, he didn’t feel any desire for a male kobold… but when Sovandar talked like Friedrich was a kobold too, it… it was so…

Sovandar pushed Friedrich’s torso to the floor, laying him back, and knelt beside the prone half-human’s midriff, leaning forward until the tip of Friedrich’s tented shorts gently touched the scales of Sovandar’s belly. “Your body knows what you *really* want, I think…proper kobolds should always be ready to have fun with their clanmates!” he grinned. “Obviously, I lied a little earlier… nothing went wrong, the potions are *supposed* to turn people into kobolds! Preferably kobolds who are male and who don’t mind me having a little fun with ‘em… so with your size of overdose, hoo yeah, you’ll be insatiable…”

Friedrich gave an involuntary moan at the thought, feeling ambivalent and confused as he felt the other male’s chest rubbing against his cockhead through the fabric… the thought was kind of a turn-off, except that, somehow, the notion of being a kobold, becoming something else who wouldn’t mind a male’s touch like this… appealed somehow. He tensed suddenly as Sovandar’s hands wrapped gingerly around his concealed shaft, the weird warmth so wrong…

“Well, I can sure help with *this*… but I lied about the rest, I’ve got no other help to offer, no antidote, nothing, sorry!” the kobold said, not sounding sorry at all. “Heck, I did say I wanted company of my own kind… maybe be chief of my own clan!” He grinned.

“The drinks samples plan’s ingenious, right?” He continued, as if to himself. “One for Mind, one for Body, shifting them to be more koboldlike in form and outlook … people even give me their names and addresses so I can go collect the new kobolds later, once they’re done!” He smirked. “And you’re the first test. It’s probably permanent at this dose, but at least you took so much, you’ll be an absolute paragon kobold! I wanted kobolds who were good-looking, so you’re gonna be so damn perfect a turn-on, even to other males… *especially* to other males… and you’re not gonna care that females get wet for you, too!” he hissed. “A horny little kobold, desperate to lift his tail for another male… he’s already in you somewhere, trying to get *his* tail pleasuring *his* ass at the thought… Gods, you already look so gooood…”

Friedrich stayed silent; a large part of him was horrified at the thought that there was no cure, that he was condemned to this, to becoming another species, another personality; and that an inhuman male held desires and plans for his own body, wanted to make him a sort of slave, use him and abuse him for sick, twisted fantasies… and yet another large part of him felt pleased, even turned on at the thought that he was going to become small, eager for a male kobold’s touch…

Sovandar continued. “Oh yeah… You took such a huge dose, your cum should be quite potent a transformative reagent for a few weeks too, oh-ho-ho, until you’ve worked it *all* out of your system… and you’ll be so fucking horny until you do that you’ll be hard and jerking it almost the whole time… just as well you’re in the public showers for this part, boy are the fitness-freaks in for a good time tomorrow… all because of you…”

Friedrich shuddered, with equal mixtures horror and arousal… he felt like he should be fighting, running away, calling for help… not lying here and *enjoying* the feeling of his body shifting and changing slowly; a small, reptilian male rubbing his cock, horrified at the thought yet eager to change enough to *want* it… even the horror at knowing if he came, his cum was going to condemn innocent bystanders to the same fate, didn’t dampen his cock’s enthusiasm.

Ironically, only Sovandar’s unwanted proximity was keeping his arousal in check, the male’s attentions a mood-killer to him!

His tail was trying to seek out his ass again… but with his buttocks now pressed to the floor, it had no luck. He turned his head away to look into a distant corner of the room; the mere fact of having a tail, a tail so eager for gay-minded pleasure even against his will, turning him on disturbingly … but found himself catching sight of his body in the mirror he’d knocked off the wall earlier!

He saw a muzzle he recognised as his own… mostly-formed now, tongue lolling out, with a proper brow-ridge and a set of bony ridges like a crocodile’s atop his skull… he trembled in ashamed delight as he watched his ears dissolve into the side of his head; he shouldn’t feel so sexy and eager to become a kobold, he thought, feeling his ragingly hard cock throb as it was rubbed between kobold-fingers, his own and Sovandar’s. Seeing his body shift, feeling his rebellious, ingenious tail trying to wriggle back into his tailhole, his future-self desperate for pleasure… it was all making him… making him *want* it, want more… making him *want* to feel it, want to be the object of desire for the horny wizard who was slowly, inexorably jerking him off, reminding him that soon he’d want this… and then want more…

“Yeah, you’re loving it! Don’t worry, don’t fret… let it go”, Sovandar said, stroking the human-sized-half-reptilian-male’s thigh. “Orgasm is necessary, to change all the way. Your kobold-self is horny and wants to shoot out all this pointless, ugly humanity, and let in the good, sexy koboldness… that eager little kobold in you is wanting to come out and play. Give in… let him cum, let him force you out, down to the last cell, the last thought…” Sovandar chuckled as Friedrich groaned, the thought both terrifying and enticing him. “I think I’ll call him ‘Dee’, and maybe I’ll keep him around as my special little fuck-toy… that’ll make him happy, pleasing his Chief…”

Friedrich shuddered. The image of him, his own treacherous body, shifting and shrinking into an aroused and helpless little kobold, ready for Sovandar to pounce on and fuck silly… and by then, wanting him to… damn, the thought of becoming Dee turned him on, suddenly, fiercely, more than anything in his life ever had… he was vaguely aware that his hand was pinching and stroking his cockhead gently…

“Of course, if you don’t cum, you’ll not change much more at all. Then… I don’t know. That’s not been tested.” Sovandar grinned. “And I doubt we’ll test it this time, either… look at you; you’re so horny you’ve soaked your gym shorts in precum. You’re barely able to resist it at all… any moment you’ll be pumping your cock and moaning as you shoot, until there’s nothing human left in you… or maybe I’ll pump it for you…”

“N-No!” Friedrich protested. He should be stronger, resist more... if he gave in to the arousal, the fantasy, he’d change further, his humanity would be lost, he’d be just a kobold, a sex-slave for a horny lizard-wizard, a kobold who wanted to fuck his tail for the rest of his life. This was the wizard’s plan, make him cum, make him a horny kobold eager to be a fucktoy, make Dee *his*, he couldn’t let that ha…happen…

…wait… wasn’t that the same as the fantasy that was nearly consuming him…?

He shuddered with confused excitement, realising that his gym shorts really were so sopping wet they left nothing to the imagination any more; he was hornier, more aroused, more pent-up than he’d ever been in his life… he glanced back at the mirror, looking into a kobold’s face, Dee’s face, Dee’s gleeful muzzle… he felt his cock tremble, his balls tensing…

Forget pumping his cock until there was nothing human left… just wanting to see more, feel more, change more, *be* Dee… that was enough. Just that thought was doing it to him; he could feel the familiar tingle building; he was going to blow. Hard. Whether he touched himself at all, or not.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

He realised this was inevitable… and the disgusted, terrified part of his brain let go, almost relieved. He wanted to change, wanted his kobold-self to… to… enjoy it.

He gave a yelp that sounded like a kobold’s ‘yip’, spreading his legs wider, practically swatting Sovandar out of the way. His tail, barely hesitating, plunged back through his anus; he didn’t like the sensation, but Dee would, Dee did..! The mere thought was pushing him ever closer to the edge, to becoming the object of this bizarre, magic-fuelled desire!

Friedrich felt an alien need, a stupendous pleasure rising in him at the thought of all these feelings, all these sensations, pushing him to orgasm, to make him a sexy little kobold… and he was desperate to spill his cum so he could become the other male’s plaything, and prove how kobold he’d become…

His hand did no more than tease at his cockhead as he gave an excited bark, then a yip, then another yip, higher in pitch this time, five inches of tail squirming into his ass. His cock trembled as if in glee…

…and then he exploded.

He felt his cum spurt, quickly running down his concealed cock, soaking instantly through his loose shorts, and then continue spurting with enough force that some spat through the fabric entirely! He writhed as he achieved a whole new level of bliss, as his tail crammed into his tailhole, teasing his spasming shaft, as he saw in the mirror his arms, his legs, losing their muscle definition with each spurt of essence from his aching manhood, thinning and narrowing from their thick human proportions to proper, thin, weak little kobold limbs…

The orgasm continued, and continued, almost painfully; he grimaced in blissful agony, still unable to stop himself yipping excitedly as he changed further, going beyond the halfway mark, becoming more kobold than human, his balls draining fast and hard. Cum ran over his crotch and soaked his writhing tail, small spurts splatting wetly on the floor nearby even as it lubricated the organ’s penetration of his ass...

Sovandar stepped back, obviously pleased, stroking his own shaft and spreading some of that copious cum across it, grinning as Friedrich continued to writhe and yip in glee; but even as the orgasm trailed off, something felt *wrong* somehow; Friedrich still felt really, seriously horny, in fact hornier than before, somehow… he felt incomplete, interrupted and unsatisfied, nothing like he expected… he was still too big, and he still had patches of human skin around his waist…

Even though it was still dribbling a little cum, Friedrich’s cock was staying resolutely half-hard, and he could feel the fiery desire taking hold again.

“I… I still feel… really horny…” he said, not feeling ashamed at either his nudity or discussing such intimate details openly. No secrets between kobolds, that felt right. “…and… I’m not… all kobold yet…” he said, feeling disappointed.

Sovandar raised an eyeridge. “Well, of course – on that first point, I mean. You had a huge overdose of the aphrodisiac; to be honest I’m surprised you hadn’t painted the room before I got back!”

“I… I was gonna…” Friedrich whispered, feeling like he should be ashamed, but… not feeling he *was* ashamed. It felt kind of right to let another kobold know what he’d been thinking, however intimate. “I… I was thinking… how if you didn’t hurry… I’d just be a horny little kobold jerking off into a pair of human gym shorts… tailfucking myself…” he said, his cock starting to throb again with arousal at the thought… Then he looked up at Sovandar.

Sovandar filled his vision; the male’s lithe, green frame, delicate scales, head-frill, tail twirling lazily in the air behind him… and the glistening red shaft that protruded from a slit between his legs, beads of precum oozing from the slender tip, which widened down to a fatter base, with his testicles hidden away inside his body…

Fuck, he was a sexy kobold. The kind of male that… that... turned him on? Didn’t women turn him on..?

Ugh. No… females were a turn-off.

His cock surged as he realised he’d changed more… nice and gay, that’s what Dee should be… the thought of having a virile male, *that* virile male, breed him, fill him, was kind of sexy – like it should be. He shook his head, confused; but… the thought of mating another male’s tail, mounting Sovandar, was sexy too..? That wasn’t… right...

Sovandar noticed Friedrich’s hungy gaze. “Thinking about something, hmm?” he asked.

Friedrich’s scaly hand started to stroke his cum-covered shaft. “Mmm… I… I think you’re really good looking… but… I kinda want to fuck you…”

Sovandar raised an eyeridge. “Oh? Hmm, that’s not quite right, not to do to your Chief.”

“But… you’re not a Chief?” Friedrich said, puzzled.

“Hmph”, Sovandar said, looking almost offended. “Well, that reaction’s not surprising, you’re not all the way there, not yet…” he said. “Like you observed, you’ve only gone half-way. You’ve spewed out all that old humanity, but you’ve not accepted koboldness…” Sovandar finished, gently unpeeling Friedrich’s sopping shorts and underpants from him.

He tossed them aside, into the middle of the room, where they landed with a satisfyingly loud squelch. Sovandar grinned. “If whoever picks them up gets half as horny as you when they start growing scales, they’ll have the time of their lives, heheh…” he said, , giving Friedrich’s tail a tug, causing the newly slack appendage to slide slowly out of its warm, fleshy hiding-place.

Friedrich gave a slight whimper at the feeling, and felt oddly empty now. He rolled onto one side, regarding himself in the mirror, cum dripping from his stomach. He was distracted by his crotch; it still looked depressingly human, even though that thought still struck him as kind of wrong, surely he *was* human and *should* be human…

He still had a pair of testicles… though they were scrunched up tightly after his mind-boggling orgasm… and his cock was the familiar, human mushroom-shaft, quite unlike Sovandar’s elegant, sleek maleness…

“B…but… I want… I do accept kobold-ness…” he muttered, seeing with relief that the scales were still creeping lower, subsuming his belly-button, and reducing it gradually to a vaguely discernible little scar. It was only then that he realised, his hands were doing what he wanted… and, he thought, giving his tail a wriggle, so was everything else! He could move his body, make it do what he wanted again!

“Surprised your body’s feeling more like your own?” Sovandar said, pushing Friedrich onto his stomach, and hauling him up to hands and knees; one hand scooped up a puddle of Friedrich’s own spilled cum, and started spreading it on Sovandar’s cock, refreshing the earlier load Sovandar had used.

“You blew out all that human resistance, so now you’re changing more. You’re almost Dee now; you’re that eager little kobold who desperately wanted something under his tail… who wants a man’s touch to make him cum…” he breathed, pushing Friedrich off-balance as the oversized kobold tried to stand, sending him sprawling on his knees against the mirror. “But you’re not quite *all* Dee yet. You want it? You got it… I’m gonna squirt you full of koboldness, straight from the ‘tap’, and when you accept it, you’re done, complete… get the picture, ‘Dee’?”

Friedrich gasped; Sovandar was going to make him a proper kobold! Not just any kobold, a fucktoy, his plaything… and the thought was still such a turn-on…

He met his own eyes in the mirror as his tail was suddenly hoisted up, still more than half as large again as Sovandar, and this time even that oddly manic, incredibly excited grin on his muzzle didn’t deter him… it turned him on more, made him feel oddly proud just to feel *eager* like a proper kobold should be, as he felt the tip of Sovandar’s exquisite maleness press at his well-prepared tailhole…

He gave a grunt as Sovandar’s koboldhood speared into him; it was almost disappointingly small compared to his own tail, but so warm, so good as it sank into his willing body…

He felt a twinge of old, human embarrassment as he felt the small, scaly male’s chest press against his back, a cock pushing into his ass… but only a twinge. Kobolds loved fucking together… kobolds just had fun. His cock reacted strongly, flushing erect again almost at once… flushing an unusually dark crimson…?

His tongue lolled from his muzzle again as Sovandar wrapped his thin, green-scaled arms around Friedrich’s midriff, and withdrew his cock… before thrusting back in, hard, wasting no time – the kobold was evidently very aroused by the earlier display, and probably hadn’t gotten off himself! Friedrich felt a funny, dirty thrill at the thought that Sovandar’s koboldhood was lubricated with Friedrich’s own cum, the remnants of his human resistance, used to help breed him until he was Dee…

His muzzle bumped against the mirror, as Sovandar started fucking his tail in earnest, each strike of nose on glass a little lower down than before… he was shrinking, yes, he could feel his tailhole tightening slowly around Sovandar’s cock, the feeling of being pounded getting more and more satisfying by the moment… he looked down, suddenly staring intently at his dick in the mirror as the scales spread downward to his messy, strangely bare-looking groin. His raging hard-on flushed deeper, almost an angry blood-red, quite unlike its usual colour… but oh so very like Sovandar’s sexy koboldhood, it was happening, changing too!

He stared intently as he saw the skin of his cock darken to a brownish hue like the rest of his scaly skin… and start to pull back, further than ever, loosening somehow. The sensation was hard to describe – but his cock felt weirdly freed, and suddenly more sensitive than ever, quivering in the cool air of the room as it shifted…

He panted as he saw its length diminish; reducing gradually from the near-grotesque human proportions to a neater, sexier kobold size of three inches… a size that suited his quickly shrinking body, already barely four feet high as Sovandar fucked him into a sexier shape! The head was starting to thin down, the urethra leaking a mixture of cum and precum quicker and harder… Dee’s cock was sexier than his human one had been!

He gave an excited yip as his shaft warped, the loose foreskin folding back and downward, until it was little more than a break in his scales where his cock emerged… a cock with a thick base but tapering ever more to a fine point, a dark crimson spire of proper kobold-flesh, his whole body shrinking to be equal to Sovandar’s but even lither, thinner, sexier…! ; His aching balls were pulled up so close to his body as his scrotum started to scale over, it felt like they’d pop at any moment!

This time his thought was of himself, human, wrestling with the changes, the emerging kobold slowly taking over… tailfucking, prompting him to beat off to increasingly gay thoughts, cumming just from the thought of changing so much that *this* happened, he ended up here, spreading his legs and raising his tail to let Sovandar bury a cock in his tailhole while he got so hard and so aroused that he became Dee…!

He gave a startled yip as Sovandar’s cock struck something deep, swollen, pleasurable inside him, and he exploded instantly; cum dripped down the mirror in thick spurts as his body writhed, his hips gyrating as his tailhole clenched, ropes of cum squirting across his own reflection!

Sovandar’s pace slowed, and he chuckled as Friedrich panted heavily, shocked by his own sudden orgasm. “Heh… hair trigger, are we?” The wizard asked, amused but sounding quite proud as well.

Friedrich flushed. “S…sorry, Sovandar… it’s just… you’re so sexy… feels so good… wanna be Dee…” he said, trailing off; it still looked a little absurd, he was more than a foot taller than Sovandar, still clearly not kobold…

Sovandar hushed him. “I know. And not ‘Sovandar’… I’m your Chief. I’m claiming you for the Clan…”

Friedrich drew in a sharp breath, his lust still a potent force despite so recently cumming again. “C…claim…?”

“Yeah…” Sovandar said. “Claim like the fucktoy you’re gonna be. Claim ‘til you’ve no thoughts of being on top, only about letting other kobolds fuck *you*… sucking them dry, milking them with your tailhole, jerking them until they yip in ecstasy and paint your scales… making males cum, that’s all you’ll want…”

Friedrich breathed heavily as Sovandar started sliding his cock back into his tailhole, fast, their hips meeting in a cum-soaked slap of scales; Friedrich’s hand flew to his crotch…

Sovandar batted it away. “Nuh-uh…” he said, speeding his pace. “Gotta beg your Chief…”

“You’re Dee’s… Chief…?” Friedrich whispered, wide-eyed as Sovandar’s leaking koboldhood plunged into his well-lubricated tailhole again.

Sovandar gave an excited yip as Friedrich’s body shrank further, and Friedrich felt his tailhole stretched wider and wider each time Sovandar pressed in, each time their hips met with a thump… Sovandar’s arms, which had started barely able to fit around his waist, now had him in a firm bear-hug, Friedrich’s thin arms clearly less built and muscled than the wizard’s… the cheater, he wasn’t all kobold! Did he have… some dragon blood in him?

Oooooh. Why did that thought make Friedrich go even weaker at the knees..?

He was nearly four inches shorter than Sovandar now, a proper kobold size, with a proper kobold cock, being pounded by a dragon-blooded male like a *proper* kobold… and the other male’s cock was filling him deliciously, he could feel it, feel the tension in the part-dragon-kobold’s body. His koboldhood throbbed in time with each thrust from the now-larger male, new and intimate pleasure blossoming from his tailhole as kobold-precum filled and lubricated his passage.

“Fuuuck, you’re a tight little bitch, ‘Dee’… such a perfect little kobold for me, turning me on so much… and you’ll love having me for a Chieftain, taking your tail every day..!”

“Please… Sovandar…” Friedrich begged, the image too much. “Please, cum… make me Dee…”

Friedrich groaned, unable to resist the feelings that ran through him as the powerful dragonblood wizard whispered to him like he was a good kobold… he quivered, he was so turned on! New high-pitched yips slipped from Friedrich’s muzzle, wanting desperately to be the most perfect kobold he could be. He was going to be Dee. “Fuck me, Chief!” he shouted, sounding desperate and needy, wanting so much to jerk off yet again but proudly, obediently letting Sovandar’s cock do all the work of pleasuring him. “Claim Deeee…!”

His entire view in the mirror was the sexiest kobold form he could imagine, body dripping with human-cum, the mirror thinly coated in kobold-cum… Dee was such a horny little bastard, making him cum so much! Dee was that sexy male in the mirror, eagerly letting a larger male fuck him, getting ready to be squirted full of kobold essence, finish his transformation… It was so perfect, so sexy, so arousing, and it was hard to imagine or even remember that it was *him* who was going to be Dee; him begging the burlier kobold, his future Chief to cum into him, change him more, make him truly into the fuck-toy he looked like he should be. He needed to be that horny kobold, to make all those males cum… otherwise nobody would share this eager, horny, perfect little body… Hard to focus and remember that it was him who was going to beg Sovandar, the Chief, to take him every day, along with any other males he could find…

…him who was going to cum hard at the thought of it, the feel of it, imagining what it’d be like to be that kobold… at the feeling of becoming that kobold…

Sovandar’s face was clenched, his eyes tight shut, an expression of bliss, his thrusts shallower and shallower… the wizard was going to blow. That meant Friedrich was going to be Dee. Real soon.

“Fuck! Sov… Sovandar!” Friedrich hissed, pushing his hips back to meet Sovandar’s thrusts, trying to make the wizard stop holding anything back. The cock under his tail was going to cum any moment, hard, fast, and oh so final; he couldn’t stop even that if he wanted to!

“I’m gonna be Dee! Fuck me… fuck me, Sovandar! Quicker!” He yipped and hissed in unison with Sovandar as the wizard trembled, and Friedrich felt hot kobold-cum start to pour into him… and it felt incredible, warmth and heat spread through him from his curled toes to the tip of his panting muzzle.

“Fill me… more...” he said, clenching his tailhole, wanting to coax even more cum from Sovandar’s shaft. “Gonna be Dee…” The warmth spread through his skull, his whole body trembling. His head felt fogged, the pleasure was so intense, so glorious…

“Gonna be Dee, I’m gonna be Dee…” he yipped. Confusion hit him; why’d he say that? He was Dee, wasn’t he…? No… wait, he wasn’t… what was he about to do..?

“Whaaa… but… aren’t… I…” he began, slightly slurring his words.

“Sssshhh, Deeeee…” Sovandar said, still cumming, reaching gently around to Dee’s throbbing maleness. “Don’t think… just let it happen… don’t think…”

Dee yipped confusedly, weird thoughts about being human crossing his head while he tried not to let it get in the way of this blissful feeling, nothing else mattered except Sovandar’s hand on his cock, the warmth filling his tailhole as Sovandar kept cumming into him, and somehow making fuzzy thoughts keep appearing, stronger in his head, of desire to be fucked more, harder, for Sovandar to be his Chief, fuck him, protect him, keep him safe, fuck him more… the feelings were building the pleasure higher, higher, and…. Oh, yeah, that was it!

“Gonna be Dee… be yours! Take me, make… oohhhhhh… make Dee… Dee’s gonna… cum… Chiiieeeeeeef!” he squealed.

He gave a yelp and a series of squeaky yips as he came in Sovandar’s grasp, high-pressure cum splattering against his already-messy reflection in the mirror, his whole body tensing as Sovandar’s hand flew across the skin of his spasming shaft, the orgasm going on and on, more and more cum than he dreamed he could produce, spewing over and over… there was something… he felt like he was changing, something was different… nothing mattered but cock under his tail, Chief’s arms wrapped around him, cock spraying hard enough that he could only whimper and writhe cutely and helplessly in the bigger male’s arms… did he always get this horny when the Chief fucked him…?

Yeah. That was why. When a male took his tail it always kinda blew his mind like this… and the Chief was so hot it always made Dee weak at the knees!

He panted hard as the grip on his cock was released, and the stream of semen ended. “Feeling good, Dee?” Sovandar asked, gently pulling his thick cock from Dee’s leaking tailhole.

Dee nodded eagerly. “Yeah…! Feeling great!” he said, slowly, adding a sharp yip for emphasis, looking down at himself; he had a strange feeling that something was different, something wasn’t quite right.

He had four long, dark-clawed toes on his digitigrade feet, with one smaller vestigial toe well up close to his ankle. His knees kind of felt sore where he’d been kneeling, but the scales were soft, delicate and shiny, showing he was taking good care of himself. Legs lean and thin, his haunches taut with the slim, efficient kobold-muscle; his tail, about a foot long, felt a bit cramped, like he’d been sitting on it awkwardly or something, but it coiled and curled easily enough, all the way from its narrow, blunt tip to its two-inch-thick base just above his well-used tailhole. His cock was well-proportioned, a thick base that seemed to barely fit into his vent, tapering to a narrow, leaking tip after just under three inches of length – a bit bigger than average, he smirked, and felt oddly pleased by that.

Above that, his stomach and chest were well-toned, the delicate but surprisingly tough scales hiding any clear muscle definition there; for an odd moment he was pleased that his torso was longer and more flexible than a human one, before shaking that odd thought out of his head. His shoulders weren’t broad, but his arms had just enough strength in them to hold some definition, even though he knew he was no fighter, and didn’t want to be, didn’t want scars on his pristine hide! He glanced at a one of the few clean spots on the mirror, admiring his long, narrow muzzle; his snout was slightly raised above it, reminding him of a crocodile’s for some reason; his jaw was filled with small, sharp teeth, the scales around his jaw slightly uneven, giving his muzzle a jagged, appealingly predatory look. His wide, slitted, yellow eyes regarded his thick, bony eyeridges, and the twin lines of harder, knobbly scales that rose behind them, ran over the top of his head, and down the back of his neck to the shoulder, again making him think of a crocodile.

All his scales looked a healthy shade of tan-brown, with some darker spots of a mahogany colour unevenly spaced across his hide, though concentrated more around his shoulders, neck, and back.

So. Nothing was wrong at all. He was an absolutely perfect specimen of kobold, no wonder the dragon-blooded chief couldn’t resist him, he thought, his cock still throbbing with arousal, in spite of the huge load he’d just spurted all over the mirror!

“Admiring yourself?” Sovandar asked, knowingly. “Why bother, you know you’re an attractive little cocktease.”

Dee pouted, playacting despite being pleased that the chief thought him attractive. “Hey! No tease here, boss… you stick it in whenever you want!” He grinned, turning away from the mirror, finally realising what was wrong – he had no idea what this place was. Surely kobolds didn’t make this room, it was *huge*! He felt kind of confused; like he’d woken up and wasn’t in the same place he went to sleep, but wasn’t even sure where he was supposed to be. “Huh. Weird… Are, are we lost or sumthin’, chief? I dunno this place…”

Sovandar shrugged, standing and pulling Dee to his feet too. “Kind of. A dimension-hopping teleportation spell went a bit wrong, but don’t you worry, we’ll be heading home soon! In the meantime, we can be seeing about creating some new friends for us…”

Dee raised an eyeridge, innocently perplexed as Sovandar led him to the middle of the room. “F…friends? How?”

“You’re… magical now. For a while, anyway. Feel anything?”

Dee screwed up his eyes in concentration. “Er… no… just… really, really horny? Like… like I gotta cum, bad?” Dee said, shifting from foot to foot, and mumbling, “But I always feel like that when you get your pants off, chief…”

Sovandar smiled. “Yes, yes…” he said, grabbing hold of Dee’s half-hard cock, making the smaller kobold gasp. “Well, my pants are staying off for a while… but I’m not sure I can manage another round this quickly, so, you’ll have to cum again without me a few times…”

Dee grinned, but still seemed confused. “A…a few… Y…yes… boss… aaanythin’ you say… buh-but why? Won’t I… run out..?” he said, as Sovandar reached across and grabbed Dee’s hard koboldhood.

“Your cum’s magic now, Dee, it’ll make lots of kobold friends from humans who touch it… don’t worry about it, Dee, you just relax, enjoy….” Sovandar said, pushing the other male to the ground and leaning over him. “The magic will make sure you’ve got more than enough ‘capacity’… and I’ll be joining you for a few rounds, at least, once I’ve had a breather. Now get cumming… you’ve got a *lot* of magic to get out of your system!” the wizard crooned, jerking Dee’s cock while the smaller, eager, subservient male writhed with growing pleasure.

“C…chief… whatchya doin’..?” he said, trying to suppress a yip of confused delight; how was he on the verge of cumming again so quick..? He wasn’t sure what was going on… all he knew was that the Chief really, really did think he was sexy… so sexy the Chief couldn’t help himself, couldn’t keep his hands off… fuck, but that thought turned him on. The Chief was one hot fucking bastard, the kind of male no kobold could resist dropping to all fours for.

He really liked stroking Dee off… watching Dee cum..?

“C…chief… s…slow down… gonna… gonna…” Dee said, feeling a vague, odd sense of déjà vu as the precipice of pleasure approached; the Chief didn’t slow his pace, in fact he held Dee tighter still, stroking harder… and within a very few more seconds, he was cumming, spraying off-white kobold-cum over himself and the floor, yipping loudly, helplessly, and blissfully happily.

“Whoa… C…Chief… that was… amazing… how’d…?” Dee began.

Sovandar didn’t reply; and before Dee had time to recover his breath, Sovandar was on him again, pushing him into the nearest shower stall, stroking and stroking him until he came again, his yips echoing around the room.

Then in the next stall, Sovandar pushed him down on hands and knees, then fucked his tailhole raw until he came… twice ; Dee loved it when the chief did that, though his own capacity amazed him! It was just a pity there weren’t more kobolds around to join in…

He hoped the Chief would let him play with these new friends, once they were done, he thought, as the exhausted Sovandar fell asleep nearly an hour later… but he still felt too worked up to just sleep, too. Hmm, yeah… cumming over some humans, making them his eager kobold friends, so they could fuck him like the chief did… he should set up some kind of trap, maybe next door… apparently his cum could trigger it, maybe something as simple as a bucket, even a soaked cloth, on the doorjam…

He stroked himself to the thought, and came again… and again… and again….

He could hardly wait for the morning.