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Wrapped around her boyfriend’s feet, Sofia did nothing but whimper, like she could do anything else. As a pair of socks, all she could do was absorb his sweat, comfort his soles, and protect his feet from the ground. Aside from that, all else she could do was think.

Think about how mad she made Cole. Think about how unforgiving he was going to be. Sure, she had been his socks before, but never his gym socks. It was the form he’d often transform her into whenever she pissed him off, yet he was always careful with her.

He’d only wear her around the house, almost always just lounging around when wearing her. But this time round she was to get none of that, with how mad he was she’d be surprised if he transformed her back anytime soon. She had been thinking of how she’d make this up to him, but this wasn’t what was truly occupying her mind.

No, maybe in the back, but at the forefront was the fear of how he was going to treat her. Having been his socks before she had gotten to know the ins and outs, however, having never been gym clothes she was extremely anxious. Sofia had seen his clothes after a workout, they were dripping wet with sweat, the heavy musk of her boyfriend engulfing them.

Not to mention what came of his gym socks. Even the cleanest pair would become absolutely filthy with his foot sweat, any white pair would surely be a disgusting gray by the time he was done at the gym, at the very least his footprints would be permanently embedded into the socks. Never once while wearing her had he done that, now it was time to see if he would.

Cole had told her that he was going to show her no mercy, which he was getting ready to show. In all of her contemplating of her current form, Sofia had yet to notice where the two ended up. He had told her what he was going to use her as but she vainly hoped he was just bluffing. But, seeing as the two were now at the gym it was made clear he wasn’t.

Since transforming her and putting her on he hadn’t given her another thought. But as he started to slide on his rancid gym sneakers his thoughts drifted back to her. The more he thought the angrier he got at her, how did she have the right to tell him how less masculine he should be? Well, with how hard he was going to work out he was certain to fill in her in with how masc he could be.

Her hopes quickly fizzled out as she was forced deep into the recess of his sneakers. The putrid smell beyond overwhelming, the taste of the worn insoles warning her of what was to come. All she wanted to do now was too take back what she said, to apologize to him, to tell him she didn’t mean it. But now she couldn’t.

Having been blinded once stuck into his shoes she couldn’t see what was happening but could feel and hear as he started walking in her, leaving the changing rooms. She felt as he took step after step and heard the sound of a bottom being pressed. From under her heard the sound of thick fabric starting to be pulled faster and faster as the vibration from the treadmill was felt throughout her forms.

Then without warning, Cole started to work out. Step after forceful step in her cotton bodies, barely getting a moment's reprieve. In no time he had started to sweat, the acrid taste of which began to be desirable as it absorbed into her fabric bodies. Second after painful second passed in a disorienting mix of foot sweat, funk, and painful steps. As she felt herself get wetter and wetter from his sweat she began to become fearful of what he was going to do after the treadmill.

With having his girlfriend wrapped around his feet, this gave him all the more motivation to run as long as possible on the treadmill. Even if it whopped his ass later on, he had to see how long he could do this for. After he was done running though he had to figure out what to do next. Normally he had a pretty good spread on what parts of his body to work out, but he had to figure out which workouts would give Sofia the most discomfort. He did know that he was really going to focus on his legs today. 

Going into a trance he barely noticed the time pass as he ran on the treadmill. But as he took step after step he thought once more of Sofia and her current form. How she got what she deserved, how he was going to make her regret everything she said. Although the deepest part of his subconscious was trying to tell him that this was wrong and that he should transform her back, but that was only a little bit of his subconscious. Most of it was wondering how dirty Sofia could become.

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