DRESS-UP AIZ
It all started five years ago, when Aiz Wallenstein was eleven years old.
“Aiz, your clothes are gettin’ a bit small, ain’t they? Why don’tcha change into these?”
In those days, Aiz was just beginning to come into her own as an upper-class adventurer, and her equipment consisted of sturdy, leather undergarments topped with armor, including her metal breastplate. Loki’s keen eye quickly spotted that the child’s chest and hip areas, in particular, were growing, and her equipment was becoming a little too tight to accommodate her blossoming growth.
“…Aren’t these a bit thin…?” asked Aiz as she took the clothes Loki offered and examined them. “They should be leather…”
“Oh, no, these are specially made, li’l Aiz! They’re as strong as anything, but they’ll grow with you and let you move as smooth as butter!”
Loki’s sheer enthusiasm left the young Aiz little choice but to accept. Sure enough, the garments felt stretchy and light, just as Loki had promised. So long as Aiz had something more protective to wear on top, she didn’t see an issue with them.
“I also got you this skirt. What’s that? Worried everyone’ll see your knickers? Just wear spats, and that won’t be a problem!”
After that, Loki bought many new outfits for Aiz, insisting each was the latest development in armor technology.
“These are thigh-high boots. You absolutely gotta wear these! That’s why they call it ‘Absolute Territory’!”
While the quality steadily increased with each new offering, the quantity of fabric seemed to do the exact opposite.
“Erm…isn’t this a bit much?”
“Never! You gotta wear this, Aiz! If you don’t put it on, I’ll kill myself!”
Before long, Aiz was wearing clothes that would make an Amazon blush.
“Heh-heh-heh, now ain’t that a sight for sore eyes? If only all adventurers dressed like this…”
“…”
And in the present day, Aiz’s battle clothes were little more than a leotard. She had long since grown used to Loki’s leering gaze by now, but that didn’t stop her whole body from burning with embarrassment whenever those eyes fell on her exposed armpits or the gentle curve of her back.
“Huh-huh-huh. Actually, Aiz, I’ve already planned your next outfit,” said the goddess with glee as she admired the girl’s rosy cheeks.
“…What is it this time?”
The corners of Loki’s lips curled upward.
“A bunny suit!”
The next day, Loki was found beaten to a pulp in the center of the courtyard.
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